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Penina smiled at the text from her cousin, Frank.
Miss you stacks. Come over tomorrow? Frank xx
She replied quickly before shivering, it was a cold night, and she was still quite suspicious of everything. There had been a murder a few nights ago, only a few streets away from where the chestnut-haired 15 year old lived.
Deffo. Should I bring NBC again?
She didn't have time to read the reply from her cousin.
"Come here, sweetheart." Everything went blank.
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Penina Dayne woke up in a small, dimly lit steel chamber.
"Where am I?" She called, looking around frightenedly. Maybe she had passed out on the way home from her friend Aven's and the police had found her? No. No. No. Her theory was wrong, and she knew it when a velvety voice called out to her.
"Shush, Penina.. We're going to play a game," it giggled and out of a dark corner stepped a man with white-blonde hair, in a black suit. The knife hanging off his belt glinted maliciously, reflecting the small beam of moonlight streaming in from the window slit.
"What?"
"A game. Where I kill you and you don't tell anyone," Gerard giggled psychotically.
"I've got to be dreaming.. Wake up, Penina, wake up!!" Penina slapped herself across the face repetitively, hoping to God this was a sick dream.
"Silly girl. You're not dreaming," Gerard whispered as he approached her.
"Dreams are for people who go to sleep. You'll never be asleep again."
He removed the knife from it's place on his belt and began to slowly saw through her arm. The emerald-eyed girl screamed in pain.
"Shush, little one, don't scream," Gerard chirped as he finished cutting off her arm. Tears of pain poured from her eyes, bringing her black eyeliner and mascara with it. The blonde-haired killer began on her other arm, ignoring the blood spilling from her arm socket.
Within an hour, Penina Dayne was dismembered and dead. Collecting the severed body parts, Gerard locked them in a large steel box.
Where to put it, he mused silently. He put the box in a corner of the room and produced a straw and many glass vials from his coat pocket. Using the straw, he carefully sucked the blood off the floor and hard, cold steel frame where he had dismembered the Belleville teenager, and emptied it into the vials.
For later, he smiled to himself and slipped the vials back into his coat. He left the box in the room, locking it and skipping away.
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"Another teenager is missing. 15 year old Penina Dayne was kidnapped at 4:31 this morning. We urge you to lock your doors, and hide your children. These murders have happened before. Stay inside at night!!"
Frank Iero sobbed into his mother's chest when the news came on that morning. First, his best friend had been murdered, and now his cousin? What was going on and who was doing such a thing?
Miss you stacks. Come over tomorrow? Frank xx
She replied quickly before shivering, it was a cold night, and she was still quite suspicious of everything. There had been a murder a few nights ago, only a few streets away from where the chestnut-haired 15 year old lived.
Deffo. Should I bring NBC again?
She didn't have time to read the reply from her cousin.
"Come here, sweetheart." Everything went blank.
-
Penina Dayne woke up in a small, dimly lit steel chamber.
"Where am I?" She called, looking around frightenedly. Maybe she had passed out on the way home from her friend Aven's and the police had found her? No. No. No. Her theory was wrong, and she knew it when a velvety voice called out to her.
"Shush, Penina.. We're going to play a game," it giggled and out of a dark corner stepped a man with white-blonde hair, in a black suit. The knife hanging off his belt glinted maliciously, reflecting the small beam of moonlight streaming in from the window slit.
"What?"
"A game. Where I kill you and you don't tell anyone," Gerard giggled psychotically.
"I've got to be dreaming.. Wake up, Penina, wake up!!" Penina slapped herself across the face repetitively, hoping to God this was a sick dream.
"Silly girl. You're not dreaming," Gerard whispered as he approached her.
"Dreams are for people who go to sleep. You'll never be asleep again."
He removed the knife from it's place on his belt and began to slowly saw through her arm. The emerald-eyed girl screamed in pain.
"Shush, little one, don't scream," Gerard chirped as he finished cutting off her arm. Tears of pain poured from her eyes, bringing her black eyeliner and mascara with it. The blonde-haired killer began on her other arm, ignoring the blood spilling from her arm socket.
Within an hour, Penina Dayne was dismembered and dead. Collecting the severed body parts, Gerard locked them in a large steel box.
Where to put it, he mused silently. He put the box in a corner of the room and produced a straw and many glass vials from his coat pocket. Using the straw, he carefully sucked the blood off the floor and hard, cold steel frame where he had dismembered the Belleville teenager, and emptied it into the vials.
For later, he smiled to himself and slipped the vials back into his coat. He left the box in the room, locking it and skipping away.
-
"Another teenager is missing. 15 year old Penina Dayne was kidnapped at 4:31 this morning. We urge you to lock your doors, and hide your children. These murders have happened before. Stay inside at night!!"
Frank Iero sobbed into his mother's chest when the news came on that morning. First, his best friend had been murdered, and now his cousin? What was going on and who was doing such a thing?
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