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Viola heard two wheels roll over the creaky wooden floor. A second person confined to a wheelchair had rolled in, and now there were two people. Two people too many, both stopping her. Why had this mattered so much to them? This was why she preferred staying down under with her pretties. The girl had offered to come with them, and an idea briefly flashed in Viola's mind to feed her to the rats as well. However, there was something... off... about the girl. It was the same case with the person stuck on the wheelchair. The odd sense of boldness that allowed these certain people to approach her, it had to have been sourced from something. These people were blessed as well, she concluded, a smile creeping onto her lips.
Viola loosened her hand, and the boy ran inside the church. What could little old her do against two able-bodied people, given different, yet equally extraordinary gifts? "My apologies. I don't go out too often, so I was unaware of how to properly handle the situation. In the old days, parents would tell their children to stay close, or if they don't, meet at a set location."
Though her mouth salivated at the thought of tossing half the flesh on some flames, and her stomach swirled like hordes of mice at the prospect of the skeleton being picked clean, Viola knew better. She may have been insane, but she knew how to behave around the orderly. Just as she had in the mental asylum. Just as she had with her first husband. She looked at where she thought Jane's eyes were, then attempted to do the same for William, only to forget his seated posture, and looking about a foot over his head, and nodded.
Viola turned around once more, trying to recall which alleyway she was closest to. Dinner was ruined. Fine. There were still plenty of dumpsters to dig through. "I have lovely children of my own to attend to. Please excuse me, as I now must find another meal for us to chew."
Viola loosened her hand, and the boy ran inside the church. What could little old her do against two able-bodied people, given different, yet equally extraordinary gifts? "My apologies. I don't go out too often, so I was unaware of how to properly handle the situation. In the old days, parents would tell their children to stay close, or if they don't, meet at a set location."
Though her mouth salivated at the thought of tossing half the flesh on some flames, and her stomach swirled like hordes of mice at the prospect of the skeleton being picked clean, Viola knew better. She may have been insane, but she knew how to behave around the orderly. Just as she had in the mental asylum. Just as she had with her first husband. She looked at where she thought Jane's eyes were, then attempted to do the same for William, only to forget his seated posture, and looking about a foot over his head, and nodded.
Viola turned around once more, trying to recall which alleyway she was closest to. Dinner was ruined. Fine. There were still plenty of dumpsters to dig through. "I have lovely children of my own to attend to. Please excuse me, as I now must find another meal for us to chew."