Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 8:18:04 GMT -5
A whistle. A light tune. A lullaby for children twisted and deformed to make a young women's skin crawl.
The Ventriloquist had been watching her for days. Day and Night, East and West. It helped that the psychopath had a generic look about It. A short man with balding hair out of style glasses and cheap suits is someone you would NOT want to pay attention to.
Upon telling Scarface of It's desire to harm the woman, the crime boss had approved. Which was rather odd because the Ventriloquist seldom got what It wanted. But tonight It possibly would.
She had been in the Clarendon area of the city. A nice strip of fine restaurants, ritzy bars, and a high class club or two. It was a place in the city the homeless and drunkards were not allowed, perhaps because the area was protected by the Penguin.
Lola Marks had deviated from the main street for whatever reason. Just as she was walking on the outskirts of the area and about to enter into the residential portion of Clarendon is when the Ventriloquist struck.
It had timed everything almost to the tee. Lola had hit a cross walk with a long 2 minute intervention before being able to cross the street. Meaning the red hand on the walking monitor was going to be there for a long time.
It crept up behind her singing...
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin'bird
If that mockin'bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
If that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
If that billy goat don't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and mule
If that cart and mule turn over
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover
If that dog named Rover won't bark
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart
If that Horse and Cart fall down,
Then you'll be the sweetest little baby in town"
In the Ventriloquist's hand dangled the Mannequin Scarface who held a light pistol in his hand.
"Good evening Miss Marks. The dummy was right. Ye do look delicious."
The Ventriloquist had been watching her for days. Day and Night, East and West. It helped that the psychopath had a generic look about It. A short man with balding hair out of style glasses and cheap suits is someone you would NOT want to pay attention to.
Upon telling Scarface of It's desire to harm the woman, the crime boss had approved. Which was rather odd because the Ventriloquist seldom got what It wanted. But tonight It possibly would.
She had been in the Clarendon area of the city. A nice strip of fine restaurants, ritzy bars, and a high class club or two. It was a place in the city the homeless and drunkards were not allowed, perhaps because the area was protected by the Penguin.
Lola Marks had deviated from the main street for whatever reason. Just as she was walking on the outskirts of the area and about to enter into the residential portion of Clarendon is when the Ventriloquist struck.
It had timed everything almost to the tee. Lola had hit a cross walk with a long 2 minute intervention before being able to cross the street. Meaning the red hand on the walking monitor was going to be there for a long time.
It crept up behind her singing...
"Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Mama's gonna buy you a mockin'bird
If that mockin'bird don't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
If that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
If that billy goat don't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and mule
If that cart and mule turn over
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover
If that dog named Rover won't bark
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart
If that Horse and Cart fall down,
Then you'll be the sweetest little baby in town"
In the Ventriloquist's hand dangled the Mannequin Scarface who held a light pistol in his hand.
"Good evening Miss Marks. The dummy was right. Ye do look delicious."
