Her midnight blue eyes open, looking around the dark room while the voices whisper sweetly, quietly in her ear. No one is with her but her own insanity.
“Welcome back to our game, Jezebell,” he chortles. “Are you ready to play again?”
The sixteen year old sits up in her bed, a smile spreading from ear to ear. In the shadow of the night, her dark eyes glimmer with excitement.
“Excellent. Where are your toys?”
She reaches under the queen sized bed, taking out an old, mangled, shoebox and setting it on the mattress. She opens the lid, revealing serrated blades, pistols with mufflers, and empty vials surrounded by ones filled with deep scarlet liquid.
“Change, my dear, before we have our fun."
Bell pushes the blankets off and changes from her pajamas into something more.....comfortable. She pulls her night black hair into a bun before sliding on a ski mask.
“Who am I competing with tonight?” she asks quietly.
“The newlywed couple across the street. This time, you will have a challenge; they are awake,” he responds.
Bell stifles a giggle and after placing her gear in hidden pockets, slips out her window and jumping into the nearby tree, climbing down silently. She runs across the street, sneaking into the Mason's backyard. She hums a song as she starts to fiddle the locks with a pin. Eventually, she hears a mute click and she tiptoes inside. Immediately, she sees the living room and the two heads of the couple. Obnoxiously, she turns and kicks at a wall, slamming herself against the ground as the man turns around.
“Did you hear something?” Mr. Mason looks around confused.
“It was probably the window upstairs,” the woman sighs.
He looks unconvinced as he turns his attention back to the screen. Bell crawls along the floor, getting closer. She taps each of them on the shoulder.
“Why did you do that?” they ask each other simultaneously. “Me? I didn't do anything!”
The teenager hides a laugh and pounds furiously against the couch.
“Alright, that's it!” Neil stands from the couch, taking hold of the nearby baseball bat. “Who's in here? Show yourself!”
“Stay put,” the voice hisses. “Let him find you.”
Neil huffs angrily and walks around, getting closer and closer to the girl every second. He gets to the back of the couch and freezes upon seeing her. Bell emits an eerie, animalistic snarl before pouncing. Before he could swing, she was on top of him, getting her arms around his neck. She makes him fall to the ground, purple in the face while his wife is screaming bloody murder.
“Get.....my gun!” he manages, pulling at Bell's hands that are now seeming immoveable.
Tina runs upstairs to fetch the pistol while Bell released Mr. Mason. The girl flips away from him, landing in a crouch. Neil gasps for air, grasping his wooden weapon as he stands.
“What are you here for? Jewelry? Money?” he demands.
Bell flashes him a wicked grin. He swings at her, yet she dodges all too easily. He take another, and she kicks the thing right out of his hands.
Why Mrs. Mason wasn't down yet, nobody knows.
“Fine. Two can play at this game.”
Bell chuckles evilly. Neil aims a punch, but she grabs his arm, twisting it painfully behind his back.
“I'm glad you could join the fun,” Bell cackles, pulling his arm up higher, paralyzing the poor man.
He cries out in agony at the sound of the sickening snap. She lets him go and backs up, jumping and placing a roundhouse kick to his jaw. It cracks, and Tina comes bounding down the stairs. She screams with horror upon seeing her husband on his knees.
With shaky hands, she aims the gun. Belle grips one of her serrated knives and throws it into the base of the woman's neck.
“NO!” Neil bellows.
Red pours out from under the blade. She falls to the ground and Bell carefully retrieves the weapon.
“You lose,” she laughs. She calmly walks over to him and slits his throat cleanly. Humming, she takes out a silver vial and lets both of the blood flow in before she corks it.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have another winner!” A crowd cheers wildly in her ears. “Leave this mess. We'll clean up any evidence you left behind. Go home, Jezebell.”
With a skip in her step, she dashes back to her house. She rapidly climbs up the tree, into the window. She changes from her murder clothes back to her Pjs, hiding all of her things under her bed where no one would find them.
“You have done well, pupil,” he congratulates.
“When do I get to play again?” she wonders.
“Tomorrow night. Now sleep, my dear. You mustn't be weary for tomorrow's events.”
Bell nods, closing her eyes. She falls into the bed, turning over and lifting the covers back to her. She fell into a dreamless wonderland.