Another Doll

Anna FiCato was walking home alone, her mom and her had fought about her current boyfriend. Her mom didn't like the fact he was so arrgoant and rude to everyone. She just plain didn't care how he acted, he was a cutie! Her mom could just bounce off. She snuggled tighter in the jacket, the cold nights autumn wind was chilling her body and seeping in her clothes. She shuddered and looked at the two roads. She chose the one more lighted by lamps.
She'd just let her mom worry about her a little while she enjoied a long, refreashing walk. She smirked to herself under her scarf, satisfied. She pulled out her phone, texting Omar. Omar was one of her boyfriends, the not-so-cute-but-nice-money-spending one. She wrote 'hi' and flipped the phone closed, taking a set on the bench by Wakkins Park. Beside her a person in a black coat sat down, she flipped her phone open again to signify she was well prepared. He laughed and she jumped.
"You don't have to worry." He pulled down his coat and immeditaly recinized him from school. He hung with the skater crowd, but was quiet to even them. Still, she thought He's a hottie. His hood had made some of his dark hair curly, and his eyes, the bluest Anna had ever seen on anybody. She felt the relaxing sensation kick in and hunched against the seat.

"Sorry." She said, pukering up her lips a bit to be noticed. He chuckled again, a rather chilling yet deep sound that scratched the back of his thoart and came out wispy.
"Don't worry about it. What's a young lady like you doing out here this late anyway?" His voice was smooth.
"I could ask you that same exact thing." She replied. She liked to hear his voice, she'd never heard him talk much before. Or maybe she just hadn't cared then.
" Watching to much T.V I see. I guess the correct thing for me to say is Toushe." He laughed again, a little more easily.
She flipped her blond locks, being sure to show her perfect pink nails, and smiled as sweetly as she could.
"What can I say? Anyway, I do want to know why're you're out so late."
" Lady hunting? Sorry, not good at lying. Any what ladies are going to out anyway, huh? Or maybe I'm just lucky." Anna blushed a little, then gave a big grin.
"Well, I'm out because my mom doesn't like my current boyfriend, so I want to, um, clear my mind. I'm going to dump him." She put in more effort on the 'dump him' part then flipped out her phone and pretended to text him.
"Hm, romantic problems?" She felt her heart drop. Of course he'd have a girlfriend! Lowering her voice a little she asked:
"You and young girlfriend fighting?"
"No, I don't have one. They just can't seem to last." She smiled again, thanking the heavens.
"Oh? Why not, you're pretty cute." She faked a 'oh I cannot believe I let that slip.' He chuckled softly.
"Well, are you free? You could come over to my house if you'd like, for awhile." He flustered out quickly. "I mean, I'm sorry. That must be weird. My brothers always telling me not to be so friendly. Sorry."

"No, No, I'd like that." She stood up a stretched. "Besides, my back kind of hurts." She jumped as her phone vibrated and she checked her texts.
"Is he mad you broke up with him?" He asked standing up.
"Oh, no, this is someone else." She hurriedly texted back and shut off the phone. "No more distractions." She said seductively. He started walking, and as soon as she caught up he'd be ahead of her again, so she decided to just give up and walk her own pace.
When he stopped it was at a huge brick house, the kind you'd see in movies. She was surprised she'd never seen it before.
"You know, you shouldn't walk by yourself at night. Haven't you heard of the people going missing around here? Lucky I found you." He turned and gave her a nice smile while opening the door and leading them in. She walked in slowly, feeling a chill run down her spine. He closed the door and she heard a click.
"Um, So what're we gonna do? Watch a movie?" She stepped back when he stepped forward, feeling a tense run in the atmosphere. The house smelled rotten and disgusting. He grabbed her arm, but she racked her nails on his arm and he let out a surprised yelp and let go. Quickly, however, he grabbed both of her arms and bounded them together, throwing her on the couch.
"You are going to do nothing but sit down and shut up." He said, turning around and grabbing some tape and cloth. He tapped her arms together behind her back and pulled her up. "Stand up!" He demanded harshly. She was pulled to her feet and practically dragged down steps, to what seemed to be not only the basement, but the sorce of the awful smell too. She choked back tears.
"What're you doing?" She began sobbing. He laughed that laugh she'd liked minutes before. He threw down at a small chair by the back of the basement and pulled her arms painfully to the back of the chair.
"Michael? Is that you?" A voice she didn't recinize called out from somewhere in the basement.
"Yeah Roger, It's me." He called back. He turned to Anna with a crazy grin on his face.
This 'Roger' came forward. She would've gaspped had her mouth not been tied in cloth. His arm was nothing but bone. He was, what Anna would've called early, a cutie. He had blond hair and blue eyes, like his brother. His bangs hung longer. He had a long tank top on and jeans. He grinned as soon as he saw her. She felt her eyes grow wide as he grabbed a knife, throwing it to where it sliced a little bit her ear. She wimpered softly, scared to death.

She watched Michael go into a room, coming out with a prostechic bunch of limbs. He chose a foot and an arm out of the bunch.
"Here Roger. He said, tossing Roger the foot. Roger grabbed a knife and some hot glue. She struggled, but failed to do anything but move an inch and let out a muffled scream, which sounded more like "HMMMPFFFFF"
She felt the thump of the knife going into her foot just above her ankle and writhed as much as she could. She could barely see out of her eyes, tears were pouring out faster than rain. Roger laughed somenly, gluing on the fake foot.
"I'm going to make you real pretty." He said smiling up at her. Michael handed him a pink bottle. She saw it was nail polish, a soft shade of pink. He held up the foot, jerking her leg and causing more pain. She barely had time to do anything for a sharp pain cut into her arm. She felt the limb rip off smoothly. Her arm left a dull ache as she felt the heat of the glue on her upper arm.
"Now paint the fingernails Michael." He told him in a childish voice while handing the nail polish to him.
"Alright." Michael replied. She bit down on the cloth, unwrapping it to were she could talk a little.
"W-Why are you doing this?" Roger looked up at her sharply.
"Why do you always ask that?" He smiled again. "Michael, go upstairs. You don't need to see this." He patted Michael's head with his bone hand. Michael obligingly went upstair, leaving an echoing click behind him.
"What d-do you m-mean?" She sobbed out.
"Oh, shut up. You people are always the same. What do I want? What do you want? You came here hopeing for something, didn't you?" He touched the point of his knife to the point he drew out a drop of blood. He brought the wooden end of the knife down on her shoulder hard, shattering some bones. She screamed until he hit her face with the knife.
"Shut up! We have neighbors. Be respectful." She swallowed hard and choked it back as hard as she could.
"S-sorry." He glared at her.
"Don't lie!" He yelled. Then he smiled sweetly. "I'll be right back." He walked into the room. She pulled at the rope, which did not want to rip or fall or anything. She tensed when she heard a singing voice, low but ledigible. She could just make the words
"Follow me, follow me, follow me home. kitty cat kitty cat, woof woof." She jumped when she heard a drilling sound, followed by metal rubbing together.

He came out with something in his hands, turning it around so she could see, he smiled wickedly. Skin of al colors were melted together, eyes and mouths cut off, flesh hanging down. If there were any ears, she couldn't see them. She paniced for a second, then tried to clam herself down. Closing her eyes she thought A dream. It's just a dream! One hell of a nightmare! That notion left with the sound of a man singing.
"Follow me, you follow me home. I CUT CUT CUT you down, Cut you down to make you pretty." He stopped singing "Has anyone ever told you you're ugly?" She couldn't help but give him a dirty glare as he asked.
He laughed a lucid laugh and put the face on her lap. She widened her eyes.
"You don't like to talk much right? I mean, it's texting these days right?" He said, bringing the knife to the end of her mouth. He cut a neat line upwards into a smile on her right side and left side of her mouth. The tears that ran into the cut left a stinging pain behind. He laughed mechanically. Grabbing the face he held it up to hers as if comparing. "Not quite ready yet."
He went back into the room. Finally. Anna pulled the ropes of the rest of the way and as quietly as possible grabbed the biggest knife. Half Tip-toeing and running, on one foot, she went upstairs. Carefully she opened the door, surprised to find Michael waiting by the door. He looked startled to see her. Out of panic she stabbed him repeatedly. He let out a gurgle and turned pale.
She was still stabbing when she felt herself being dragged by the collar of her shirt and being thrown down the steps. Roger looked angry as hell. He held the face in one hand and a metal bar in the other.
"I was wrong, you could never be beautiful." He beat her with the metal bar until she couldn't feel anymore. Carefully he tore the nose and ears off, placing the face over hers.
He carefully cut open Michaels stomach, taking the only thing left in the body. His heart, and placed it in another dolls body. Michael would never leave him. Never. Quietly he sang to them.