Frankenweenie [Open]
Mar 21, 2013 15:16:07 GMT -5
Post by William "Black Hand" Hand on Mar 21, 2013 15:16:07 GMT -5
Black Hand loved graveyards, that went without saying. But one of the few things better than getting to know the bodies in a graveyard had to be seeing the people who had lost their loved ones- seeing them in mourning. He poked out from behind a tree, watching a young family standing near the outskirts of the place, where they had taken the time to bury their former family pet without permission just so their lone daughter might have some solace. She was standing in front of the small, rudimentary headstone, having just placed a small flower picked from a nearby field on top of it. While she sobbed to herself, her parents watched a few feet back, holding hands and looking more upset that their daughter was unhappy than that they had lost the dog. A new puppy would cheer their daughter up in a couple of weeks, but for the moment they could do nothing but watch her wallow in loss.
It was so hilarious. Why mourn something as amazing as death?
Smiling, he moved out from his hiding spot, heading over to the small group. The parents looked immediately concerned, since it wasn’t every day some ebony-clad man stomped up to them looking ready to cause trouble. The girl, however, only looked up at the man, frowning and sniffling.
“Did you lose your puppy?” He asked her, while the parents watched with tense expressions. The little girl nodded.
“A car hit her…”
“That’s okay. Death is the best option for all,” Black Hand said, at which point the father stepped forwards to pull his daughter back from her, holding onto her shoulders while glaring at the other man. Black Hand chuckled, and the ring on his finger glowed faintly. After a moment, the ground in front of the tombstone started to shift, a small brown form pulling itself from the mud. Its head lobbed to one side thanks to a broken neck, one eye dangling freely as it stuck out its tongue and panted happily. The girl, and her mother, screamed in horror as the puppy bounced towards them, a broken tail swinging awkwardly from side to side before dropping off completely. Black Hand continued to smile, letting the small dog snap its head back into place, before growling viciously and leaping at the family. Though the father tried to beat the puppy back, he could not make the thing stop. Immune to pain and feeling, the puppy chewed on the face of the mother, while the child and her father could only watch in terror.
“Don’t worry,” Black Hand told them lightly, “death will find you, too, you only have to wait your turn. Don’t you want to be a happy family again?” The puppy turned and faced the pair, while the disfigured mother clawed her way to her feet to join the animal. She, like the dog, no longer seemed interested in anything other than killing her targets.
And Black Hand was having fun.
It was so hilarious. Why mourn something as amazing as death?
Smiling, he moved out from his hiding spot, heading over to the small group. The parents looked immediately concerned, since it wasn’t every day some ebony-clad man stomped up to them looking ready to cause trouble. The girl, however, only looked up at the man, frowning and sniffling.
“Did you lose your puppy?” He asked her, while the parents watched with tense expressions. The little girl nodded.
“A car hit her…”
“That’s okay. Death is the best option for all,” Black Hand said, at which point the father stepped forwards to pull his daughter back from her, holding onto her shoulders while glaring at the other man. Black Hand chuckled, and the ring on his finger glowed faintly. After a moment, the ground in front of the tombstone started to shift, a small brown form pulling itself from the mud. Its head lobbed to one side thanks to a broken neck, one eye dangling freely as it stuck out its tongue and panted happily. The girl, and her mother, screamed in horror as the puppy bounced towards them, a broken tail swinging awkwardly from side to side before dropping off completely. Black Hand continued to smile, letting the small dog snap its head back into place, before growling viciously and leaping at the family. Though the father tried to beat the puppy back, he could not make the thing stop. Immune to pain and feeling, the puppy chewed on the face of the mother, while the child and her father could only watch in terror.
“Don’t worry,” Black Hand told them lightly, “death will find you, too, you only have to wait your turn. Don’t you want to be a happy family again?” The puppy turned and faced the pair, while the disfigured mother clawed her way to her feet to join the animal. She, like the dog, no longer seemed interested in anything other than killing her targets.
And Black Hand was having fun.