I had 2 days to write this for class so bear with me.
It was day like all the others, Mary-Anne was playing in the playground all alone but not alone.
Behind the bush sits a predator, stalking, waiting, scoping out the scene for the perfect time to strike.
Now, this predator looks just like the rest of us, with quite a young, friendly looking face, tall and lanky but not alarming, beautiful at best, but a predator none the less.
Mary-Anne starts to leave, heading straight home but not without walking a mile down the road.
Out the predator walks from the bush, in he walks into his van. Mary-Anne walks down his empty road that is not empty for long, the moment Mary-Anne is walking on the sidewalk the predator is slowing behind her.
The predator honks his horn, startling Mary-Anne , she turns around. The predator rolls down his window and says, "What's a pretty young thing like you doing walking along this dangerous road?"
Now, Mary-Anne doesn't know how to respond, there's something about him that seems familiar to Mary-Anne. The predator continues "Well where are you going?"
Mary-Anne replies, "My mother told me not to talk to strangers".
The predator slowly but swiftly gets out of the car, looks Mary-Anne directly in the eye and says "Well, too bad your mother's dead" and snatches Mary-Anne from off the ground and up in his arms.
Mary-Anne surprisingly doesn't put up a fight but is crying none the less. The predator slams her into the back of his car, turns the radio off, and speeds away. After an agonizingly silent car ride, they arrive at the destination and Mary-Anne freezes up.
The predator steps out to get Mary-Anne, but before doing so they turn and say "Welcome Home." It was literally her home.
The predator drags her out of the car and into her home. Mary-Anne's stomach turns at the sight, bodies, four to be exact, all slaughtered in a different wa, but Mary-Anne only reognized one.
One missing hands, another missing legs, her mother missing the top of her skull and her head is bashed open, but Mary-Anne can't see how the last one died.The predator sets Mary-Annne down on the couch, Mary-Anne sees that there's lines of weapons and restraints on the floor.
The predator quickly grabs a rope and tries to tie Mary-Anne's legs together and hands together, but this time she puts up a fight. The predator punches Mary-Anne in the throat and "Do you want to keep your skin or not?" After that threat Mary-Anne quit fighting, cried, let the realization hit her that she might not be alive by the end of this day, and that realization makes her cry.
The predator tied up her arms and legs and begins to speak " Nothing to worry about, just looking for the perfect weapon to slit your pretty little thoat and rip out your jugular" he says all while having a smug grin on his face.
Mary-Anne's cries got louder and harder and the predator just tells her to shut up so she begins to pray. "Our Father, Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven..."
The predator looks up at Mary-Anne and with a stern voice asks "What are you saying?", she just continues
"...give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us..."
The predator slowly walks away from Mary-Anne and out of the room,
"...and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen."
And by the end of her prayer Mary-Anne opens her eyes and is safe, momentarily, the predator comes running in and starts hacking at Mary-Anne's head with an axe, then her arms, and her legs, until she's just little bits.
Once the predator thinks he's done he says "Always hated the religious types."
He drags her tiny bits to the pile of bodies, he looks at the bodies and to the one Mary-Anne couldn't see and says
"You were my favorite but I like this skin suit better."
Mary-Anne wakes up screaming and crying realizing it was just a dream, but, at the end of her room she hears breathing and a raspy, deep voice speaks, "Suprise, bet you thought you seen the last of me."
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um how was that, probably bad but whatever no one is going to read this anyway. I tried to make the cover like cute and innocent ;-;.
