The media buzzed with excitement at the news of the first witness of the mystery killer.
Hans Derby was a key reporter at the Weekly Warbler- the town's soul favoured newspaper. He had been instructed to document every word from Maggie Saundler's mouth, and so he currently sat beside her hospital bed and was struggling to keep his temper low. He'd realised as soon as he'd entered that she was useless. Now he only remained with her for duty's sake, but he would much rather be far away from her. Her twisted face and open mouth made him feel sick and he felt only hatred for this little girl. Watching as she tried to talk to him in a murmured slur, all he could think about was leaving forcefully and never paying her a second thought. Why did she have to be the only one that survived the attack? Why couldn't it have been a girl who could actually talk properly? He chuckled darkly to himself as he thought of the disabled girl before him being gruesomely murdered like the others, never having to have met her and watch as she drooled from her misshapen lips. As her limbs were torn from her body and her flesh ripped from her bones. He smiled as he imagined fat little Ella Bular gag as she bled from horrific wounds; or the beautifully naive Mary Jane weep as she was beheaded; or the recently open lesbian, Eloise Smith scream as the immense jaws of the beast grasped her neck and bit down...
A dark smile twisted his lips as he thought about it, turning the images over and over in his head, fantasizing about the blood and the gore and the death. The darkness crept into his eyes and chilled them, like cracked marbles. His crazed look suddenly made the frail Maggie scream and writhe in her bed, desperate to get away from him, away from the insane way his face twitched as he glared at her.
"Mruah!" she screeched, frightfully trying to alert the attention of the hospital staff, anyone who would rid her off the man before her, his deranged look making her hair stand on end in fear.
A young woman, in a nurse's uniform with mouse-brown hair tied neatly back in a pony tail, rushed in and asked, "Is everything okay. Maggie? Are you alright?"
Unable to pronounce her words, Maggie made a strangled noise and tried to point at the news reporter with a bent, claw-like hand.
The nurse immediately scowled at the reporter and spoke professionally yet firmly as she ordered, "OK Mr Derby, if you'd kindly leave now, I'm sure you've had enough time to get everything you need."
Reluctantly, Hans stood, his face tightened in a grimace. He nodded curtly to the nurse and strided quickly out of the small hospital room, but not before he'd discreetly made note of the room number.
A dark smile twisted his lips as he thought about it, turning the images over and over in his head, fantasizing about the blood and the gore and the death. The darkness crept into his eyes and chilled them, like cracked marbles. His crazed look suddenly made the frail Maggie scream and writhe in her bed, desperate to get away from him, away from the insane way his face twitched as he glared at her.
"Mruah!" she screeched, frightfully trying to alert the attention of the hospital staff, anyone who would rid her off the man before her, his deranged look making her hair stand on end in fear.
A young woman, in a nurse's uniform with mouse-brown hair tied neatly back in a pony tail, rushed in and asked, "Is everything okay. Maggie? Are you alright?"
Unable to pronounce her words, Maggie made a strangled noise and tried to point at the news reporter with a bent, claw-like hand.
The nurse immediately scowled at the reporter and spoke professionally yet firmly as she ordered, "OK Mr Derby, if you'd kindly leave now, I'm sure you've had enough time to get everything you need."
Reluctantly, Hans stood, his face tightened in a grimace. He nodded curtly to the nurse and strided quickly out of the small hospital room, but not before he'd discreetly made note of the room number.
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