A Story

Ever wanted to hear a story? I bet you wouldn't want to ever after this

Doreen snatched the phone from the boy's hand and ended the call, she had let him talk to his mum for two minutes. That was enough time for them to track the call and rush here in their "call to duty". Stealing him from school had been much more easier than she anticipated, but then all she needed to do was to talk to him so technically it wasn't "stealing him away", more like making him follow her.

 

"I'm going to tell you a story now child, you sit and listen?" Doreen said while stroking the boy's hair, a smile etched on her lips. She looked lovingly at the quavering child, he was so handsome in the uniform he wore.

 

"You're scaring me." The boy cried, his palms were sweaty and the chair he was forced to seat in squeaked under his weight.

 

"You called mummy?" She tilted her head, never breaking eye contact with him, her brown eyes searched his. Fear. "What did mummy tell you?"

 

"The cops will come!" He yelled in his shaky voice, tears fell from his eyes, contradicting his show of bravery. "They will come and rescue me!"

 

She smiled, "I'm counting on that." She dragged a chair to sit opposite the child, every of her movement was one of pain and tiredness, her head hung and her extremely long jet black hair which was wet, clung to the sides of her face and to the muddy yellow dress she wore.

 

"Now I'll tell you a story...."

 

"No! I want t..."

 

"Listen!" She yelled, she felt her patience slipping away, she frowned now. "You will shut the hell up and listen to my story! Now, once upon a ti...." She was interrupted as the boy began to scream for help.

 

"Somebody help! Mummy! Daddy heeeeelp!"

 

With agility and reflexes that could rival a snake's, she pulled out a dagger from underneath her dress and in one swift, skillful move, she sliced his throat. The boy fell from the chair, grasping his neck as he choked on his blood.

 

"I told you to listen! Now look what you've done!"

 

She got down beside the boy, who was struggling to take short, sharp breaths before his body fell still. Dipping her finger in the pool of blood, she started drawing on the floor singing a lullaby to herself.

 

The door was suddenly kicked in forcefully and three cops entered, "Your hands where we can see them miss....holy fvck! You killed him!"

 

"Ohh stop yelling, he was just being a brat. Didn't want to listen to my story. That made me sad." She said, not lifting her head up from what she was drawing.

 

"Ok, slowly get up, with your hands where we can see them, whatever you say now will be used against you." Cop two spoke, his gun trailed on her.

 

"Will you hear my story?" She smiled, looked at cop one and cocked her head. "Will you Jordan?" Then she went back to her drawing.

 

"What the..."

 

"You know this crazed fella, Jordan?" Cop three asked, looking between her and his partner.

 

"I don't!"

 

"Yes you do, you and cop two." She giggled facing the other cop. "Right Peter?"

 

"What the fvck is going on here!" Cop three, Ernest yelled. And who the fvck are you?" He asked her to which she smiled.

 

"Want to hear my story?"

 

"What blasted story are you talking about?" Jordan snapped at her. He cocked his gun. "Yes, let's play your game, what's the story."

 

Clapping her hand gleefully, she stopped what she was doing and turned fully to them, closed her eyes, took a breath and opened them, staring at the cops with red glowing eyes.

 

 "Once upon a time, Peter killed Jordan with a bullet to the head." Bam! A shot rang out, Jordan dropped to the floor dead. Peter's gun still facing where Jordan had been standing, with smoke emanating from the barrel. His eyes were wide in shock. Ernest spun his gun to face Peter.

 

"You're in on this! Put it down right now!"

 

"I can't! I mean I'm not!" Peter began to panic. He couldn't move.

 

She jumped up instantly, clapping and laughing bringing the attention back to herself.

 

"And without hesitation, cop three shot cop two in the head!"

 

His gun still pointed towards Peter, Ernest felt his fingers move on their own, squeezing the trigger to release a bullet that went right into the temple of Peter's head. He was dead before he hit the floor. Ernest began to shake. What the fvck was going on?!

 

"This is fun!" She screamed in delight. "Another story?"

 

"No! You stop whatever the fvuk this stupid game is! I have...."

 

"Shhhh...." She cooed. "You didn't harm me cop three, I didn't plan on killing you too. I was really hoping the three would show up together as they always do. You know what they did to me?" She smiled

 

Ernest was starting to cry now, he was rooted to the spot, the gun pointing to the lady but his fingers were frozen. He couldn't pull the trigger. "What do.... I have a wife and a young child."

 

"Your chief is the third man"

 

"Owen?"

 

"Bingo." She strode over to where the dead boy's body laid and picked him up, rocking him gently and stroking his face, her eyes flashing brown before settling back on red. "Shall I tell you a story cop three?"

 

"Please don't..."

 

"So accepting to help her in revenging the men that raped and killed her, cop three fired three shots into the chest of chief Owen."

 

With that Ernest turned, got into the police cruiser and headed back to headquarters, one thought reverberating in his mind.