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."
