The Good Doctor Bell
-ding-dong-
The high sound penetrated the house, waking up it's two inhabitants. Nikki sat up, looking at her digital Barbie watch. It was 7:30 in the morning.
'It's alright Daddy, I've got it!' she shouted as she ran to the door. She opened it cautiously, but let it swing open when she saw a harmless-looking Japanese girl in a school uniform.
'Conigute wa!' the girl giggled.
'Hello...' Nikki said shyly.
'Singing Telegram for... the good Doctor Bell!'
'Who is it, honey?' Nikki's father's voice rang out through the hall.
'Someone for you, Daddy!' Nikki shouted, then ran back to her room. After a minute or so, Nikki's father appeared at the door, looking tired and disgruntled.
'Yeah?' he asked, stifling a yawn.
'Singing Telegram!' the girl announced, puffing out her chest.
'Can't it wait 'till later?'
Suddenly, the girl whipped out a large hunting knife. 'One for the money!' she screamed hysterically, then stabbed the doctor in the stomach. 'Two for the show!' she screeched again, and began to drag the knife upwards. 'Three to get ready!' she started dragging the knife sideways, cutting through more of the doctor's belly. 'Now GO, GO, GO!' and with that, she sliced the knife downwards, completing the shape.
'What... have you... done... to me?' the doctor groaned.
Yuki grabbed his hair, and violently pulled him towards her face. 'It's called seppuku, fuck-nut.' She spat in his face, then kicked him in the testicles. As he lay on the floor, slowly dying, she began to spasmodically stab the air around her.
The door opened, and Elle walked in. 'You're a fucking nut-case, you know that?'
Yuki turned, and glared. 'Where's the rug rat?'
'Dunno… let's try her room.' The two women walked up the stairs, Elle calmly, and Yuki skipping.
'Oh Maid Marion! We've come to play, Maid Marion!' Yuki crooned.
'Lemme handle this!' Elle snarled, and shoved Yuki out of the way. With a twisted grin on her once pretty face, she ripped open the door staring down at the shaking figure on the floor.
'Maid Marion!' Yuki pushed past Elle, grinning. 'Your new Mommies are hear, Marion!' She grabbed the girl, blankets and all, then abruptly rushed out of the room, ignoring the poor ten-year old's screams.
'Be careful!' Elle shouted after her. 'Ten years from now… that kid's gonna be worth a lot. And little Bea is going down.'