03-26-2007?8PM
The child in the cell.
?Ring around the Rosie,? the lyrics spilled from her lips without much emotion lacing her tone. ?What do you suppose we?? The little girl stared at the reinforced iron door of her cell. ??can do to fight the darkness,? her lips were dry, eyes almost catlike in their stare. As if she could see through the door, straight on to the listener. ?In which we drown?? The corner of her lip twitched lightly, when the door creaked open.
In entered a man who was only about 5?10 but seemed like a giant to the little girl sitting Indian style on the old cot she called her bed. Her hands rested in her lap, staring down the barrel of the gun the man kept trained on her. She smiled up at him, knowing full well what the rules were. No sudden movements, no getting off the bed. ?Dinner time, kid.?
Those bright, cloudy green eyes stared him down and blinked almost painfully slow. ?Ring around the Rosie?? she continued softly. ?This evil thing, it knows me?? There was a smile on her pretty face as she continued staring at him when he put the plate down roughly on top of the old metal desk in the room.
?Stop it,? he hissed. ?You know I hate when you pull this shit.?
Pausing, she tilted her head for a moment, and then continued. ??Lost ones around me. I can?t fall down.?
?One of these days, kid?? The man said, staring right back into her eyes with his own piercing blue. The only feature he had that she could say she admired, was a tattoo on the side of his face. It was of a snake with dark blue and green scales. She probably just liked the colors? ?Creepy ass snot nosed little fuck?? he hissed beneath his breath before backing his way from the room. The gun was trained on her head the entire time.
The little girl stared after him, eyes darting from him to the gun as her fingers fondled the little pendant around her neck. It was a glowing ring attached to a chain that kept it fastened close to her heart. ?Goodnight, Mister Reynolds,? she said softly, politely with a smile kept on her face. ?See you tomorrow,? though everything that came from the little girl?s mouth sounded sinister, like a threat. Or at least?it was perceived as one.
It was only when the reinforced door was shut tightly behind him, that the little girl bounced off the bed and scampered her way across the room for dinner alone. ?Ring around the Rosie~? the eerie lyrics trailed from her lips?
The child in the cell.
?Ring around the Rosie,? the lyrics spilled from her lips without much emotion lacing her tone. ?What do you suppose we?? The little girl stared at the reinforced iron door of her cell. ??can do to fight the darkness,? her lips were dry, eyes almost catlike in their stare. As if she could see through the door, straight on to the listener. ?In which we drown?? The corner of her lip twitched lightly, when the door creaked open.
In entered a man who was only about 5?10 but seemed like a giant to the little girl sitting Indian style on the old cot she called her bed. Her hands rested in her lap, staring down the barrel of the gun the man kept trained on her. She smiled up at him, knowing full well what the rules were. No sudden movements, no getting off the bed. ?Dinner time, kid.?
Those bright, cloudy green eyes stared him down and blinked almost painfully slow. ?Ring around the Rosie?? she continued softly. ?This evil thing, it knows me?? There was a smile on her pretty face as she continued staring at him when he put the plate down roughly on top of the old metal desk in the room.
?Stop it,? he hissed. ?You know I hate when you pull this shit.?
Pausing, she tilted her head for a moment, and then continued. ??Lost ones around me. I can?t fall down.?
?One of these days, kid?? The man said, staring right back into her eyes with his own piercing blue. The only feature he had that she could say she admired, was a tattoo on the side of his face. It was of a snake with dark blue and green scales. She probably just liked the colors? ?Creepy ass snot nosed little fuck?? he hissed beneath his breath before backing his way from the room. The gun was trained on her head the entire time.
The little girl stared after him, eyes darting from him to the gun as her fingers fondled the little pendant around her neck. It was a glowing ring attached to a chain that kept it fastened close to her heart. ?Goodnight, Mister Reynolds,? she said softly, politely with a smile kept on her face. ?See you tomorrow,? though everything that came from the little girl?s mouth sounded sinister, like a threat. Or at least?it was perceived as one.
It was only when the reinforced door was shut tightly behind him, that the little girl bounced off the bed and scampered her way across the room for dinner alone. ?Ring around the Rosie~? the eerie lyrics trailed from her lips?