Chapter 3

Well, that had been enough. Johnny was pretty riled up by this time. He packed a

small leather back pack. It contained two gag balls, his smiley faced handled knifes that

he had just recently sharpened, makeup remover, ropes, and a set of handcuffs. With a

smirk on his face, he stepped out of his house.

Johnny doesn't kill those who don't stare or deserve it. He murders the one's who

get under your skin. The ones who never seem to change. The ones who like to put

judgment of appearance ahead of everything else that actually matters in terms of judging

an individual. And these two, you could say, were asking for it.

Johnny approached the first stop, a short walk down the road from his own house.

Yes, just last night he had hid in those lovely azalea bushes while Cleo had waltzed in

and walked up to her room.

Cleo had not gone to bed yet. She stayed up watching some show on one of those

music television channels which generally consist of reality shows on them. She was

watching a documentary on a popular industrial band. Eventually, she grew bored of it,

so she walked upstairs to her bathroom and began to brush her teeth. After that she

decided to pluck on her eyebrows. Then floss her teeth. Then wash her hair. Then a

bunch of other beauty enhancing tasks. After that, she turned on her heel and headed for

her room.

Cleo slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a t-shirt with some

random band on it. She got into her bed, and pulled the covers onto her. Soon, she fell

into sleep…

Cleo woke up sweating. Nightmares. As her senses came in tune, she nearly

fainted at the scene that she apparently was apart of. She had been hung upside down

near a small table, which had small chairs, in which one of them was occupying a teddy

bear which looked like it had been ripped to pieces and sewn together many times. She

came to see when her senses grew sharper, a pile of corpses in a far corner of the room.

They left a horrid stench. In one of the seats, was a bond unconscious Anne. Then, she

tried to scream. She looked down (or up) at the contraption that had been strapped over

her mouth. "What in all the Hells? Who is doing this? How? Why?" She thought as she

started swinging back and forth trying to weaken whatever was suspending her. She

looked down (up) to notice that see was hung in this cocoon made of ropes by steel

chains. Great. Cleo snapped her head towards the staircase. Someone was coming down

the stairs. The slender figure came closer, and muttered, "Ah, I see you are awake."