(Rewrite of 'We See Through the Little Doll's Eyes'. ) Frank is obsessed with Gerard - and he'll kill to get the older boy. *Update note inside.*
Night settled across Belleville's dusty city streets. An eerie quiet hung round most of the streets. Everything seemed storybook-perfect, until an ear-shattering scream pierced the air.
"Honey, please, you'll wake someone," a male voice cooed, his tattooed hand round the girl's mouth. A smirk overtook his pierced lips as he pressed a cloth over her nose and mouth. With a few inhalations, the blonde in the boy's arms had fainted dead away, and he was now lugging her away, pulling her into a black van, where Rae Manning's body would never be seen in one piece again.
When she woke, Rae let out a small whimper. She looked around, taking in the details of the small room she was in. It was dark, that was the only thing that was blindingly clear. It smelled of death, and blood, and something else. Chloroform, Rae decided quickly. A cold, tattooed hand crept onto her stomach, and the girl let off a squeal of fright.
"For Christ's sake, you're far too loud. I think I might do something about that." The boy growled his words, tone threatening, as he stalked away. Rae's body visibly shook with terror. The girl couldn't just get up and walk away, for she was tied down, with heavy-duty rope. Climbing rope, in fact. A few crystal tears cascaded down the pale skin of her cheek, wetting the steel surgical bed she was tied to. A few moments later, the boy returned, and with what little moonlight flooded the room from the small window, Rae could make out who it was. The floppy mohawk, the red eyeliner, the pierced nose and lip. Her killer was Franklin Anthony Thomas Iero, a well-known figure at Belleville High, and her best friend's ex-boyfriend. Her light blue eyes widened at the needle he carried.
"Now, shush, you won't feel a thing," he murmured as he tied wire round the needle, before taking a deep breath and approaching Rae further. The girl struggled, and had she not been rendered useless, she would've put up a damn good fight. He rolled his eyes, and carefully placed the needle and wire down, only to pull out the same cloth he had used before. He pressed it to Rae's nose and mouth, and soon the girl was out cold. When her body was limp, Frank picked up the needle and wire, and used two fingers to purse her lips. He looked her over, examining her body. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt about it, but she needed to be silenced. Frank took a deep breath before pushing the needle through her skin, beginning the first stitch he needed to silence Rae Manning.
This time, when Rae awoke, she couldn't open her mouth. It was stitched shut. Tears rolled down her cheeks, eyes desperately searching for her attacker. She found him sharpening what looked to be a meat cleaver, a sledgehammer sat beside him. His gaze met hers, and a wicked smile crossed Frank's lips. He lifted his hammer, knife in the other hand, and crossed the room to where Rae was laid, shaking his head.
"You put up a good fight, but in the end, you're just like all the others; you're ordinary. You're just another ordinary stain," he hissed. The hand curled around the hammer's handle tightened, and he brought it up to his face, smirking.
"This might hurt a bit," he whispered, before he brought the hammer down. The sound of bones crushing was all that was heard.
Okay, so here we have the prologue for my rewrite of Little Doll's Eyes, renamed Across the Night. It's a Silverchair title, because I'm completely and utterly in love with them. Daniel Johns is a babe. Anyway, R&R or you won't get the next chapter. I'm going back to my old ways - at least 10 reviews and/or this going green. I actually really want to let you guys read this, but I gotta get the publicity I want/need. Also; only two people auditioned for roles in this, so Sadie, Mia and Martin - you will be in this, but only minor parts. The victims are only minor parts. I have characters for all the other parts. And yes, Sam, you will be in this. You're my chikka. My chicken sandwich.
24/02 - c'mon, guys. I have 3 more rates to go, and 5 more reviews. I think you guys can manage that. I really really want to write this for you guys, but I want my effort to be noticed. I actually do work for days working on these.