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Ash shivered and pulled her hoodie tighter around her small body.
"Cold, Ash?" Frank chuckled quietly.
"Shu'up, ye big lug," Ash retorted. Her Scottish accent meant that everything she said sounded funny to her.
"What?! I was just pointing out that you're shivering more than I've ever seen a normal person shiver," Frank grinned. He wasn't grinning when Ash's fist connected with his face.
"I said, SHU'UP, FRANKLIN ANTHONEH THOMAS IERO!" Ash sounded angry. Frank stayed quiet for the rest of the walk to his house.
"Sure you'll be fine walking to your house? It's extremely dark. It's cold. I know a couple kidnappers round here," Frank pulled his best friend into a tight embrace.
"I'm tough, and if someone does kidnap meh, I'll fuckin' bite them." Ash grinned up at Frank. He was tiny, but she was tinier.
"That's my sexy Scottish friend."
"See ya round, Frankenstein!" Ash giggled and yanked herself out of Frank's arms. She waved and began to walk down the street.
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Ash was nearing the street on which she lived, the cool air whipping at her cheeks and stinging her eyes.
"It's a little late to be out by yourself," a smooth voice broke the silent, midnight air.
"Who's there?" The brown-haired girl called into the darkness nervously.
"I guess you could say I'm Death," Ben chuckled evilly as he grabbed Ash and shoved her into his awaiting car, chuckling darkly as he yanked on a pair of rubber gloves.
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"Where'm I?" Ash asked groggily. She attempted to move her arms but realized she was tied down. She was tied to a chair and there was a figure with a gun in front of her.
"Spin around, Ben!" A velvety voice floated from in front of the frightened teenager.
"WHO ARE YOU?" She screamed and flailed but it did no use.
"I'm Gerard. This is my friend, Ben. He'll be your killer tonight," a white-blonde haired boy giggled almost insanely. He got up, moonlight glinting off his pale skin. He grabbed the shoulders of the black-clad figure known as Ben Greene. Gerard spun him round many, many times, then stopped. In an ultra-serious voice, he whispered,
"Shoot."
Bullets flew through the air, lodging themselves in Ash's skin. It took a moment, but one struck the side of her head. She faded away quite rapidly, but it wasn't painless. On examining the body, Gerard found that bullets had left holes in her arms, legs, stomach, almost everywhere. Grinning psychotically, he pulled on gloves and pushed the dead girl's body into a bag. He then skulked away to dump it in the middle of the street in which she lived.
"Belleville teenager, Ash Elizabeth Hazel, went missing at approximately 2:43 AM this morning. Later, police found a black bag which contained the seventeen-year-old's bullet-riddled corpse. No evidence was left on who committed the murder. Lock your doors and windows. Do not let your children out after dark. This has happened before, many times, and we fear it is beginning again."
"Cold, Ash?" Frank chuckled quietly.
"Shu'up, ye big lug," Ash retorted. Her Scottish accent meant that everything she said sounded funny to her.
"What?! I was just pointing out that you're shivering more than I've ever seen a normal person shiver," Frank grinned. He wasn't grinning when Ash's fist connected with his face.
"I said, SHU'UP, FRANKLIN ANTHONEH THOMAS IERO!" Ash sounded angry. Frank stayed quiet for the rest of the walk to his house.
"Sure you'll be fine walking to your house? It's extremely dark. It's cold. I know a couple kidnappers round here," Frank pulled his best friend into a tight embrace.
"I'm tough, and if someone does kidnap meh, I'll fuckin' bite them." Ash grinned up at Frank. He was tiny, but she was tinier.
"That's my sexy Scottish friend."
"See ya round, Frankenstein!" Ash giggled and yanked herself out of Frank's arms. She waved and began to walk down the street.
-
Ash was nearing the street on which she lived, the cool air whipping at her cheeks and stinging her eyes.
"It's a little late to be out by yourself," a smooth voice broke the silent, midnight air.
"Who's there?" The brown-haired girl called into the darkness nervously.
"I guess you could say I'm Death," Ben chuckled evilly as he grabbed Ash and shoved her into his awaiting car, chuckling darkly as he yanked on a pair of rubber gloves.
-
"Where'm I?" Ash asked groggily. She attempted to move her arms but realized she was tied down. She was tied to a chair and there was a figure with a gun in front of her.
"Spin around, Ben!" A velvety voice floated from in front of the frightened teenager.
"WHO ARE YOU?" She screamed and flailed but it did no use.
"I'm Gerard. This is my friend, Ben. He'll be your killer tonight," a white-blonde haired boy giggled almost insanely. He got up, moonlight glinting off his pale skin. He grabbed the shoulders of the black-clad figure known as Ben Greene. Gerard spun him round many, many times, then stopped. In an ultra-serious voice, he whispered,
"Shoot."
Bullets flew through the air, lodging themselves in Ash's skin. It took a moment, but one struck the side of her head. She faded away quite rapidly, but it wasn't painless. On examining the body, Gerard found that bullets had left holes in her arms, legs, stomach, almost everywhere. Grinning psychotically, he pulled on gloves and pushed the dead girl's body into a bag. He then skulked away to dump it in the middle of the street in which she lived.
"Belleville teenager, Ash Elizabeth Hazel, went missing at approximately 2:43 AM this morning. Later, police found a black bag which contained the seventeen-year-old's bullet-riddled corpse. No evidence was left on who committed the murder. Lock your doors and windows. Do not let your children out after dark. This has happened before, many times, and we fear it is beginning again."
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