Tag Your It
(San Juan TX)
Bella and 8 little elementary kids were playing tag. they needed one more player to make ten. A little white faced girl dressed in a long sleeve black shirt and long black pants, came up to them and asked, "Can I play?" Bella smiled and said, "Of course, you're it!"
The kids ran screaming in laughter. they scattered all around the playground, hiding from the little girl. "Oh I'll find you 'she muttered to herself. She rolled up her sleeves and revealed dried blood and scars. she pulled out some razors from her pocket and said, "Now the real fun begins."
A little boy popped out of nowhere and scared the girl. She slit his wrists and watched him die painfully slow. Blood oozed from his veins, and with each pulse, the blood squirted out more. He groaned in pain and took one last look at the little girl's face before closing his eyes. She grinned and said, "Ah, only 9 more to go." She sighed and hunted for the other children.
Two of the girls were hiding and running together. For that she thanked them for not being so hard on her, and ended their lives quickly.
A group of five kids were hiding behind a brick wall. The white faced girl took them out slowly one by one.
The last two standing were another little girl and Bella. Poor little girl never saw her coming. The white faced girl muffled her screams and slit her throat.
And last was Bella. She dropped the little girl's head to the floor and made her way to Bella. Her scary grin was making Bella nervous.
"What do you want from me?" Bella whispered. "You." Bella shook her head and smiled. "Too bad."
The white faced girl was confused. "What?" Bella's laughed echoed through the empty playground. "I was waiting for you to come. You think I wanted to get my hands dirty by killing these kids? No, so you helped me. Thanks. You did all my dirty work. I'm gonna make it up to you. I'll kill you fast and you won't feel a thing. Sound like a deal?"
The white faced girl didn't have a chance to answer. Bella drove a knife into her stomach, and her mouth was opened to a permanent scream.
Bella whispered in her ear, "Tag, your it."
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