The Puppeteer Patient 120402-I wouldn't know, really. Mine are tiny. Makes bra-shopping an absolute bitch-they only come in neon. I am an adult! Is a small, white bra so much to ask for? Really? Kitty... I need to murder something.
Katherine-Just a bad dream, that's all. He worries about me too much-I fell off a stepladder the other day, knocked myself out, and came to with him two steps from panicking.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-Long-term stalking has its benefits-namely, the steady increase of fear levels. I don't do it very often-it's a risk and it takes more time than I'd like-but now and again it's worth the effort.
WHAP!
His head is suddenly wet and cold and when he reaches one gloved hand up to see why, it comes away with snow on it.
WHAP!
This one hits him between the shoulders and he turns around in time to take another one to the chest.
SPLAT!
"How old are you, Kitty?"
She grins at him and shrugs, the picture of innocence.
He's not buying it.
"C'mon, love, it's snowing!"
So? That matters not to him.
"Come on, let's go in."
The grin turns devilish and she bends down, scoops up a mound of snow.
"You'll have to go through me."
He sees this one coming and dives behind a tree. Fine. If she wants to play this childish game, that's just fine. He has ways of getting around her.
He waits until she's unarmed before inching around behind her and picking her up, eliciting a squawk of rage.
"Put me down! Put me down right now!"
He will, he will. As soon as he finds a suitable-there!
He trudges through the snow, ignoring the increasingly more interesting threats she's hurling at him, and drops her in a snowdrift.
"I'm going in now."
Two arms fly upwards.
"Help me up."
"You didn't say the magic word…"
"Help me up or you'll be sorry!"
"Not quite it…"
"Pleease?"
"There, was that so hard?" He pats the nearest hand. "But no."
And he walks away, feeling very smug indeed.
WHAP!
THE END