He had felt her pain from a long way off. It screamed into the night and hurt his ears and his bones. And sometimes the scream was more of a song that drew him to it with it’s sadness. Whatever her pain was, Twisty knew that it was up to him to snuff it out. Both for her and for his poor, tired, mind, which could find no rest so long as she hurt so much and her voice continued to cry out to him. As he marched toward her tent he gripped his shears, running his thumb over the handles like it was a rosary. Everything ached, and he tried to ignore the tears that streamed down his cheeks.
She was hurting…she was hurting so bad, and he felt every bit of it like shards of glass in his brain. As he entered her tent the clown fell to his knees from the weight of it all, the sound of him hitting the ground causing the woman to jump, and the sight of him making her gasp. Such a wretched creature at her feet.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
The clown’s thoughts whined as he picked up his head to look upon the woman who had somehow found a way to call him here to her. They regarded each other for a moment, understanding coming over both of them as their eyes met. The blonde offered her hand and helped him up before lifting her chin to expose her neck to the man that now stood before her. The clown gently pressed his fingers to her throat as he opened up his shears, exposing the blades.
I’m sorry you’re hurting. I’ll make it better...his thoughts whispered to her as he noticed the fear that passed through her eyes as she heard the scraping of the metal.
I promise I’ll be quick.
He cut fast, and he cut deep. Blood spilled forth and covered them both, and eventually she crumpled to the ground at Twisty’s feet. His breaths were shaky and shallow, and his eyes were wide, but oh…the silence was so sweet.
Gun pointed at Elsa’s forehead, Dot gives her a hooded glare as Better looks at her sister, than brings her attention back to the old blonde. Bette’s tongue flicks against the roof of her mouth and Dot huffs. “You lied to them.” She grits her teeth, chin tilting down towards her chest as Bette adds in a “Yeah.” They both take a step towards Elsa, Dot taking in a deep breath as Bette parts her lips. “You made Dandy run the show and left us.” Tears well up in the ditzy brunette’s eyes. “Did you ever care? About any of us?” Better’s bottom lip trembles as Dot chimes in with “Did you ever care about Jimmy? About his Momma?”
They both lean their heads back as the blonde parts her lips, Dot doesn’t give her the time to speak. “Shut up.” “We don’t want to hear you talk.” As Bette talks, Dot’s jaw tightens, shifting to the left as she clicks the safety off the gun, steadying her hand to aim it perfectly between Elsa’s eyes.
Frankenstein’s Monster. That was his stage name. People gawked at him for his scars, which were messy and stayed in place, such as Frankenstein’s creation. He never liked it. The way Elsa made money off him and the others. And she was an ASSHOLE. Sipping her wine and taking the stage. Yes, at first he respected her for giving him the job. Of course, it would help him get back to New Orleans to be re-united with the beautiful starlet. But Elsa called him names when he stood there on stage. He can’t do anything. He’s just like the others, but he’s not. OH BOY, OH BOY. They can sing! ‘Did you see Jimmy Darling? His voice is amazing! He really does have talent.’ ‘Bette and Dot?! Sexy voices!’
She stares at him like he’s bothering her. And when he grabs her throwing knife, she can’t help but gawk at him. Bounding towards her, he screams. “YOU MADE ME A MONSTER!” She rushes away, hands outstretched to protect herself, sobbing her apologies. One step closer with gruesome eyes, he reaches out and grabs at her hair. She tries to take the knife away, but he makes it clear HE will be doing the killing for today.
Pinning the woman against the bed, he gives her a nasty snarl and leans over her, whispering into her ear a messy “You’re going to be a dead monster.” OH BOY. AND RIGHT THERE! He keeps a hand on her neck and strikes the dagger into her chest, pulling it out and watching her cry, mouth open and hands tapping against her wound. Another mark on her shoulder, one nasty slice on her cheek. Impaled in the leg, and finally.
“Let’s see you make snotty remarks with a knife in your head.”
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“Just stop whining already.” They used to be so in love with each other… Edward treated the blonde like the lady she truly was, but soon enough, things had changed. The life on the other side quickly bored Elsa; she had her legs back, a man who truly loved her and the chance to start over again, but what would all this matter if there was no competition anymore? The German had anything she had ever wanted, but it still wasn’t enough for her.
That, she eventually had told him. How unhappy she was and how he annoyed her with his childish behavior! Wherever Elsa went, Edward would follow. He was always there, since the moment of her death. He was too much, and yet not enough for her.
He, however, couldn’t handle her words. Oh, how badly they hurt his broken soul! He had tried anything to calm her down and to prove that he would do even more to make her even happier, to give her anything and more. But when he reached out to touch her, Elsa nearly exploded.
“—I told you not to come closer!” It had happened, before she could realize it.
The knife she was holding to protect herself slid easily into his chest. Her hazel eyes stared at his pale face and there, she saw it. The sparkle in his eyes, the sparkle she had loved most about the way he moved, slowly faded away. And she, instead of pulling out the knife and trying to help her lover, pushed it in further. Her expression showed no mercy, but satisfaction.
This gave her back what she had missed. The ability to play with others’ lives.
“This blade really is lovely, isn’t it Miss Elsa?” he beamed, looking down at the weapon like a piece of candy. “Freshly sharpened. Have you ever considered taking on something more than a song performance? Perhaps a sword swallowing act?” the boy let the words come out innocently, but the true intentions of them were anything but. He needed this show to himself, and with so many trials of attempting to take over this stubborn, dusting feather of a woman’s show, she always refused to give it up. Now he had to give it to himself, with no errors. “I’m aware that both you and me have something in common, a devotion to the applaud of others. But let’s look at the reality of it all. You are not getting any younger, and you are dying slowly. I am young, strong, and have so much potential.” Dandy came closer to the woman, keeping his eyes steady on the sword. “Do you really want to be the leader of all these amateur freaks? None of them like you. You know why, because none of them like me. And like I said before, we have many things in common.” he let out a small laugh, begging to breath heavier. Without another moment of silence Dandy grabbed Elsa’s neck aggressively, shoving the pointy sword down her throat as someone would while trying to shove a secret in a box. He jabbed it in, jamming repeatedly and causing the woman to fall to the ground. Dandy pulled the sword out of her insides, falling onto her torso and pinning her down. With one final stab, he pierced the sword into her heart, with a twisted laugh coming from his lips. “Goodbye Elsa, hello future.”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
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Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
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