Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 22:08:31 GMT -5
So soft.. Her skin was so soft..Like silk...
Jervis held the young girl in his arms, his hand gently caressing over her face as he cooed softly to her. He had lured the young girl to a secluded area.. she was perfect.. She could have been 'Alice' ... She was nearly 'Alice'' but not really. Jervis only realized she could not be his Alice was when she did not seem to understand him.. she seemed frightened of him. He had no choice.. he had to silence her....
Jervis' other hand was wrapped around the young girl's waist, Bowing his head to watch the blood gently flow from the deep gash he made in her chest, coloring her soft blue hoodie red. He had held the girl in his lap and had plundged a knife into her chest when she started to scream and attempted to run away from him, she was not Alice.. not in the slightest. His madness made him blind to his murderous act, His mind was aching and he was only focused on finding his beloved Alice. This disappointment only made him more frustrated more eager to seek out his dear Alice... He just had to find her.... she was late for tea.
Slowly he shifted to stand, letting the lifeless body in his lap fall to the ground. He gazed over tot he grassy playground where he had first found this....' thing ' ... oh where could she be? Jervis dusted his knees and then pulled out his handkerchief and wiped off the blood from his coat and hands. Such a mess, the poor thing was useless to him... and now... he had to find Alice.
Jervis held the young girl in his arms, his hand gently caressing over her face as he cooed softly to her. He had lured the young girl to a secluded area.. she was perfect.. She could have been 'Alice' ... She was nearly 'Alice'' but not really. Jervis only realized she could not be his Alice was when she did not seem to understand him.. she seemed frightened of him. He had no choice.. he had to silence her....
Jervis' other hand was wrapped around the young girl's waist, Bowing his head to watch the blood gently flow from the deep gash he made in her chest, coloring her soft blue hoodie red. He had held the girl in his lap and had plundged a knife into her chest when she started to scream and attempted to run away from him, she was not Alice.. not in the slightest. His madness made him blind to his murderous act, His mind was aching and he was only focused on finding his beloved Alice. This disappointment only made him more frustrated more eager to seek out his dear Alice... He just had to find her.... she was late for tea.
Slowly he shifted to stand, letting the lifeless body in his lap fall to the ground. He gazed over tot he grassy playground where he had first found this....' thing ' ... oh where could she be? Jervis dusted his knees and then pulled out his handkerchief and wiped off the blood from his coat and hands. Such a mess, the poor thing was useless to him... and now... he had to find Alice.