1 Calm before the storm

Trembling with fear, 9 year old Clark could only stare in horror as the cute girl chopped off another limb from the screaming man. with a sickening thud she raised her axe high and swung it down over and over. blood squirted all over her pink dress and drenched her white converse, making her look just like a creepy killer doll.

" WHO ARE YOU?!" the wounded man cried.

"cant you tell master? you're the one who made me like this!"

there was eery silence then suddenly the dying man sucked in a cold breath.

"Zoey! you're zoey aren't you!? now I see! I should have drowned you when I found you! giving you powers was my only mistake as a doctor! how can you be so shameless as to kill the person who saved you?"

hearing the doctors words zoey gave a curt laugh and mocked "shameless? me? you killed my sister and still use people for your disgusting experiments. ive died a thousand times over in your hands! besides who needs something as useless as shame? come on tell me. if you cant buy something with money, do you really need it?"

choking on blood the doctor could no longer reply bringing a wicked grin on zoeys face. without another word she finished the job swinging the axe high and hard chopping off the doctors head. blood sprayed in every direction covering the girl and the floor below. after wiping off her face with the back of her hand zoey rested the axe handle on her shoulder then kicked the bloody head to the other side of the room.

a frightened cry rang out and when zoey narrowed her dark eyes she finally noticed that there was a child locked in the giant cage. in a flash she stood before Clark and ripped open the cage door with her bare hands. how?! this was made of steel! too afraid to leave clark stared at the girl with curious eyes. Zoey stared back at him looking indifferent yet beautiful despite being splattered in blood.

" let's go" was all she said but her voice was no longer scary now sounding much more delicate. without bothering to hear a reply she began walking away. looking around the trashed bloody crime scene, clark became scared once again. wrapping a blanket around his small shoulders clark ran after his savior and was glad to once again be free.