In The Shadow Of Insanity

Chapter 1

       Wendy woke up in a cold sweat again. Her mother was calling her for school. She got up slowly and groggily and put her cold feet on the floor, ready for another day of terror. She looked at the clock...7:03, She still had time to get ready. Still had time to force herself through the vault doors of the schoolshe attended, and have her self-confidence and pride swallowed up by her classmates. Wendy was a pretty messed up teenager. Since she was about 11 years old, she held a love for violent entertainment, and a fetish for writing poems and stories on destructive and tempestuous themes. Most people thought of her as psychotic, insane and even crazy but Wendy didn't object, for in her heart, she knew that she wasn't a normal teenager. She had dreams about strolling in to a school assembly and mowing down her classmates one by one. Watching the bodies of the people who tormented her hitting the floor. Their corpses lying in rivers of blood, painting the gymnasium red with a deathly silence. This was reality for Wendy. This was life.
       Wendy made it to school, late as usual. She walked in to class and took her seat. Whispers arose from the football players behind her, "Oh look, it's the freak", "She's escaped from the freak show", "Oh no, it's the devil worshipper" Wendy turned her head towards the voices that made the horrible accusations toward her, "Fuck you" she said in an evil voice, "One of these days you'll be sorry, I'll fucking kill you all"
       "WENDY!" Her teacher, Mrs. Brown said, "To the office, NOW! Those are the people who represent our school that you're talking to"
       "I know" Wendy said,"I just don't give a shit about your stupid little football jocks"
       "Just go, NOW"
       As Wendy left the classroom she heard laughing coming out of the classroom door, she made her way down to the office where she would be greeted by Mrs. Metz, the school principal. Mrs. Metz was a horrible woman, she treated the 'freaks' of the school as if they were dirt. At the beginning of the year, Mrs. Metz had pretended as if they weren't coming back and "Thought they were all transferring" so she forgot to register them. Likely story, Mrs. Metz wanted nothing more than for the school to be "freak free". She hated every one of them. Thought that they weren't normal, and that they didn't belong in "her" school. When Wendy arrived, she sat in one of the chairs, designated to the students who got in trouble. Mrs. Metz came out of her office, with a doughnut in hand, noticed Wendy sitting there, put her doughnut down and scowled at her.
       "What is it this time Wendy?" She sneered and rested her arms on her desk.
       "Told the football jocks I'd kill them"
       "I don't really care if you don't like the football players, they represent this school!" Metz replied.
       "You know what? I don't really give a flying fuck!" Wendy yelled, "I could care less if the 'represent this school' I'm sorry Metz, but every single person in this school, represents this school, including me! I represent this school, the preps, jocks, hicks, bible thumpers, WE ALL REPRESENT THIS SCHOOL IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED!"
       "You're suspended" Metz smiled.
       "Good! I get a week off! I get a week to live without you sitting here judging me from the day I walked in to this school!" Wendy shrieked
       "How dare you say I judge you" Metz glowered
       "One of these days, you'll be sorry, you will grovel before me, you will crawl at my feet bitch!" Wendy screamed.
       "Yeah, sure I will", Metz laughed, "Now get out of my sight, and I'll make sure you get the counselling you need before ever coming back here."
       "Don't you care that it's you're "Jocks" that are starting all this shit?", Wendy protested, "They are the ones who start it by calling ME names"
       "Well... Maybe you shouldn't dress like a freak if you don't want to be treated like a freak" Metz retorted.
       Wendy stormed out of her office and started on her way home, "Stupid bitch, always thinks she's right, well she's got another thing coming, I'll show her, I'll show them all, they'll be sorry when I walk in there and kill them all!", Wendy began to cry.

       Wendy sat in her basement room and contemplated on what to do to be heard by the school. She had to make a stand in one way or another, they wouldn't listen to her on her own. She had a pencil and paper in front of her at her desk. A hazed red light imbued the room through a rusted light fixture on the ceiling. Her bed was just a mattress in the corner of the room where she slept every night. Her room was painted black, with red trim. A small, decaying rug covered the middle of the floor. Her room resembled a concrete cave, in which she spent about 90% of her time. She spent most of her time, at her desk, drawing pictures of people hanging from nooses, people with knives and shards of glass protruding from all parts of their body, and she drew monstrosities. Most of them had a human face, but the bodies of them were of all sorts of animals, chickens torso, snakes' neck, and a peacock's tail. She never showed anyone her art. Too afraid that they'd call her even more screwed up. She sat in her cavern of darkness, this time she had a different project at hand, she wasn't drawing dead people, she wasn't writing poems, no, this time she was planning evil things she could do to her classmates. Suddenly a light bulb turned on in her head, "I'll kill them" She grinned, "I'll stop talking the talk, I'll walk the walk, that will show them that Wendy doesn't take shit from nobody"
       She slammed her pencil to the paper, and thought of some targets. She drew a diagram of the school and pinpointed the places that the most jocks hung out. "No, no" she halted, "I'm not going to duplicate Columbine, I'll do something else... That's it... THAT'S IT!" A smile amplified across her face and she started writing vigorously on the paper that lay crinkled before her. She continued to smile, until she was allowed back at school. Then her plan had to unfold.

       Wendy woke up at 6:00 am on a Thursday, the day she was allowed back at school. She had borrowed her friend Amandas' van. She didn't tell her why, she just said that it was important. She parked in front of the school. With her well-treasured pocketknife in hand, She waited, she knew that the jocks always came early, and they each came alone. Alone she thought, and the devilish grin spread on to her face again.
       James Featheright was her first victim, she ducked behind the steering column of the van. When James was close enough, she swung the car door open, hitting him in the shins,
       "SHIT!" James bellowed. "Be careful you freak",
       His anger slowly transposed to fear when he saw the look in Wendy's eyes, in one sudden swift movement, she jabbed her knife outward, catching him in the stomach, he couldn't scream, he just stood there, paralyzed. Wendy shoved her index finger in to the hole she had made, he screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. "Not as tough as we thought we were now are we?" She grinned.
       She drug James into the back of the van where she had tied him up and returned to hiding, waiting for the next victim to get there.
       Mark Anderson was the next victim, the same procedure as the last, she stabbed him, and stuck her finger in to the wound, causing excruciating pain and he passed out. She did the same thing with the next 12 people that came to school. Then the flow of kids was becoming greater, so she decided that this was enough. She possessed 14 of the most popular, loved people that attended that school. She was ready to go. She was taking them to her and her friend's favorite dwelling. It was a gloomy place, an underground cavern in which only the "freaky" kids were allowed. It was created 10 years before Wendy was born in 1985. She was going to take them all there. She was going to show them that she wasn't going to take it anymore. She was getting her revenge.

Chapter 2

       Wendy quickly unloaded the bleeding teens from the back of the van. One by one, she took them through the subterranean passage way. It was located underneath a dumpster in an alley behind an old condemned building in the city. With a smile on her face, she dragged each human being down the dark, dank hallway and to the main room. A large spherical room, she lit a few candles which stood in candleholders on the wall. In the distance you could hear the sound of dripping water. Two corridors led off the main room. Chains hung from the walls, with handcuffs on the ends of each chain. The room resembled in a way, a torture chamber. There was a tray, that had several strange devices on it, one looked as though it would be used to rip someone's eye from it's socket. But most of these things were only used for decoration. Wendy wasn't going to use these for decoration. She was going to use them for torture.
Revenge
Wendy thought. She took each of the people and fastened them right side up to the chains on the walls. When this was all done. She traveled back up to the opening behind the building and locked it. She didn't want anybody to disturb her while she was getting her
Revenge
Wendy smiled, and in the darkness of the room, she gave off a sinister ambiance. The smell of evil lurked throughout the room "now, my little rats!" Wendy spoke "I will wait, I will wait for you to awaken so we can begin your punishment"
       Wendy strolled down one of the corridors and disappeared in the darkness. 14 bodies hung like cows in a meat shop. All bleeding from the middle, all passed out. And all of them didn't know where they were, or what they were in store for.

       Cheif Mark Banson leafed through the paperwork that had piled up on his desk for the past week. He had been on sick leave the previous 7 days. He was diagnosed with Cancer and had chemotherapy treatments. He loved his job being the head of the Police Department. Cancer wasn't going to take that away from him. He was a fighter. Short dark brown hair, strong build, a little overweight. He was 45 years old and hadn't developed male pattern baldness yet, atleast not until cancer diseased his body. Now he was as bald as a new born baby and wore a toque. He was an aggressive man who had 2 kids. He was a dedicated Christian who went to church every Sunday that he was free. His wife Melinda had died 2 and a half years ago in a car accident. He hadn't been the same man since. He became extremely withdrawn from his children and didn't leave the house much
       "Cheif Banson, to the main office please" the speaker above his desk squawked. After a moment of hesitation, he got up and made his way to the office. As he opened the oak wood door to the main office he was faced with 15 alarmed women that all looked to be about their 40's. His secretary was sitting at the main desk, her eyes wide with concern.
       "What seems to be the problem here?" He spoke.
15 voices all started at once, Wendy's mother among them, the only thing he heard clearly that pretty much every woman was saying was "My baby, he/she's been kidnapped, aren't you going to do anything?"
       "All right everyone, calm down, one at a time, we'll have to file a missing person's report" he said assuringly.
Again, 15 voices complained, it reminded him of his case 3 years ago when there was a sudden increment in missing children in the south end of town. He had leads but didn't have good suspects. It turned out that a crazy old woman named Marilyn Carnesel, who had lost her daughter 2 years previous to the case had snatched all the children and had them locked in her basement, she'd read them bed time stories, make them cookies, she'd done everything that a mother does for her children. It was a neighbor that reported her, Mrs. Wakefield said she heard childrens' cries late at night. Marilyn pleaded insanity and was sentenced to being dispatched to the Regina Mental Hospital until she recovered.
       "Okay everyone, I'll have to talk to you each separately, since this group dispute doesn't seem to be working too well."
       Cheif Banson took down all their names, and had each of them go into Mr. Blandersaw's office one by one to fill out the reports. The women sat in the chairs they had been shown to and held pictures of their dear children in their hands, almost all of them were weeping. The only mother that wasn't weeping was Wendy's mother. She merely sat there with dark circles around her eyes. She had a look of disbelief on her face. Finally her name was called.
       "Mrs. Ganong?" Mr. Blandersaw said as he opened the door to his office and let the last crying mother out."
       Wendy's mom got up, walked toward the door, hesitated, and then proceeded into the room. She was nervous, very nervous. Mr. Blandersaw handed her a missing persons form with a pen.
       "Please fill this out Mrs. Ganong, and don't worry, you can take your time"
       "I don't need to fill out this form" she said slowly with hesitation.
       "Excuse me?" Mr. Blandersaw said, not knowing why she was there.
       "I don't need to fill one out, I'm here because I know who has taken these teenagers"
       "And who was it Mrs. Ganong?" He spoke in doubt.
       "My Daughter"

Chapter 3

       Wendy sat in the middle of the subterranean circular room and looked about at her many prisoners. Among them were James Featheright, Mark Anderson, Samantha Henderson, Lucy Lambert, Gary Halen, Rob Carasa, Shaina Twilenberg, Lester Bates, George Lazurka, Tracy MacDonald, Jennifer Lyons, Allen Randall, John Serray, and Richard Senz. She lit up a cigarette. Some of the bodies had begun to squirm about, but nobody had awaken yet. She waited, taking drags of her cigarette. She exhaled the hazy smoke. She watched tentatively as it rose from her mouth in gray clouds. Suddenly one of the bodies began to stir. Tracy MacDonald, previously a cheerleader from school. Had extended her eye lids and looked about. She had no recollection of what had happened and began to scream.
       "Where the fuck am I?!?" She hollered, "Wendy, what the fuck are you doing? Oh my...GOD! I'm bleeding!!"
       Wendy walked over to Tracy and slapped her across the face. "Shut up bitch"
       Tracy's screaming fell to a gentle sobbing as she twisted about in an attempt to get loose from the chains which held her in place by her wrists and her ankles. She shot terrified glances in Wendy's direction. Wendy just stood there, smiling and observing as Tracy's endeavors failed and she fell limp.
       "Why are you doing this?" She asked, her chest heaving with exertion.
       "Why am I doing this?" Wendy echoed calmly, "I think you can figure that out, just reflect on the past and you'll figure it out"
       "I know that bugging you was wrong, I know that!" Tracy explained, "It's just that everyone else was doing it, so I thought that I would too, look, if I didn't bug you, nobody would like me!"
       "Nobody would like you huh?" Wendy spoke and took a few steps closer to Tracy, "So you would try to ruin someone's life just for your own popularity? Do you know what it's like to be the outsider? No, you don't. Do you know what it's like to have no money? No, you don't. Do you know what it's like to fall asleep every night crying and then wake up with tears streaming from your eyes? I doubt it. YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT IT'S LIKE DO YOU?!?!?!"
       Wendy turned around again and walked back to the chair she had been sitting in previously.
       Tracy pulled at the chains, "Look, I didn't know that it bothered you"
       "Yes you did"
       "Let me GO!" Tracy screamed
       "No, you can just stay there for a bit, believe me, you don't want me to unhook you, because then...I'd have to kill you"
       "You're fucking crazy you little bitch!!!" Tracy yelled.
       "I know"
       A few more of the bleeding teenagers began to wake up. James Featheright, her first victim, elevated his head to examine his surroundings. His eyes happened upon Wendy, he stared at her,
       "Where the hell am I?"
       "You're in hell my dear boy" Wendy responded. "It's payback time"
       Now several more of Wendys helpless victims awoke. The room became wild with the voices of frightened, panic-stricken teenagers. Soon, all but one of the teenagers were awake. When the pandemonium died down, John Serray implied
       "What's wrong with Rich?"
       Rich Senz, the 18 year old basketball player still hung lifeless in the chains. Hearing Johns suggestion, Wendy walked over to Rich's lifeless body. She lifted her leg, and gave him a penetrating kick to the shin. Still, there was no movement from Rich. "Damn", Wendy spoke after a broad silence, "I had big plans for him"
       Some of the horrified teens began to holler. Such phrases as "Oh my God, Rich is dead!" Arose from some of the people. Others just looked away and began to cry.
       "Now! My maggots" Wendy spoke loud enough to be heard, "You will now see my wrath, my power, my jurisdiction!". At this, Wendy walked over to the tray with the assortment of contraptions and picked one up. The apparatus she chose was extremely strange looking. It consisted of a metal ball with two arked arms coming from the bottom on either side of the ball, a handle about as long as the handle of a hammer was attached to the bottom of the ball, a crank was on the handle as was a switch. Wendy flicked the switch, after a few minutes, the ball started glowing red hot, when Wendy pulled the crank, the two metal arms moved towards the ball, or away from the ball, depending on which way you turned the crank. Wendy walked over to Lucy Lambert, a pretty blond haired sophomore, and thrust the apparatus into her face "Open up" Wendy said. Lucy held her lips shut and shook her head, she stared disapprovingly at the contraption that lay inches from her face, she could feel the intense heat radiating off of the ball. It suddenly came clear to her what the machine was used for.
       "Open up NOW!" Wendy yelled
       "No!" Lucy replied.
       "Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way aren't we?" Wendy spoke clearly.
       Wendy walked away from Lucy and back to the table of contraptions, she picked up another contraption, it was used to pry mouths of people open, it would stretch the lips of a human open to allow easier access to the mouth. Wendy looked at it admiringly and then walked back to Lucy. She attempted to insert the steel lip holders into Lucy's mouth. The room full of teenagers watched, paralyzed. She slipped them into Lucy's mouth and began the stretching process. Lucy screamed in pain as her lips were parted and pulled open until they didn't look like lips anymore, you could see her gums and teeth, a few drops of blood spurted from her upper lip as it tore open, the sound of ripping flesh and blood curdling screams filled the room. When the process was finished, Lucy's lips looked like nothing more than torn, bleeding, shreds of flesh. She screamed in agony, but her shrieks fell silent on Wendy's ears. Wendy walked back to the table and picked up the "burning ball" again. She walked back to Lucy, and inserted the ball into her mouth. The ball touched her tongue. Lucy let out a painful gasp and then started screaming as the ball rested on her tongue and pressed against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear, she desperately looked around for something, anything to use as a weapon, but found nothing. Her attempts to close her mouth only ripped her lips and caused them to bleed even more. The aroma of scorching flesh filled the murky room and a few of Wendy's victims began to vomit, others just stared, and watched as Lucy's tongue was burned clear out of her face, a few of her teeth broke and fell to the floor along with other burnt pieces of flesh. Wendy just stared at her as she fought violently against the pain Wendys was causing. Wendy jabbed the ball deeper into Lucy's mouth, causing more screams until finally, Lucy's eyes rolled back and she fell silent and limp once again. The sound of sizzling flesh continued for a few moments and then stopped. Wendy pulled the ball out of Lucy's mouth, there were pieces of charred flesh hanging from the rusted, not longer silver ball. The room was so silent that you could hear the individual breathing of everyone in the room. Some of the kids just stared, others had fainted, puddles of vomit were spewed all over the floor. Lucy hung with her head down, Wendy had left the mouth holder in so that the others could see what destruction the ball had done. Beyond the smoke that rose from the opening in her mouth, Lucy's mouth was nothing more than a black hole, her tongue was completely gone, it had been scorched away, and most of her teeth had been turned to ash, some blood seeped through the blackness that was once her mouth and dripped silently onto the floor. Swelling blisters began to form around her mouth and on most of her face, as Wendy walked back over to the tray of contraptions and returned the ball to it's rightful place. She turned around and faced Lucy again, "You wont be kissing all those boys now will you?" She turned around and sauntered down one of the corridors leading from the main room. The kids who were still awake heard a grating sound a few moments later. Wendy was singing a nursery rhyme as she drug some mysterious thing that they couldn't quite figure out. "Mary had a little lamb" she sang. The scraping sound amplified and all the teenagers stared toward the passageway that Wendy had left down a few minutes previous, they had fear in their eyes. Gary Halen, a senior at school, played football throughout his highschool years. When the dragging sound started, he said, "What the hell is she going to do now?" After a few moments that seemed like hours to most of the teens who were conscious, Wendy appeared dragging a large white bathtub. Inside it was a bag of salt, some hand and foot cuffs, and some sharp pointed objects. "Little lamb, little lamb" she continued, "Mary had a little lamb!!!" Her voice turned sour, "His fleece was black as death" She started laughing wildly as all the teens stared at her in disbeleif and fright, wondering what was in store for them next.

Chapter 4

       Cheif Mark Banson sat in his office. His hand pressed tightly to his forhead. He stared at the floor in a determined sort of trance. He had signed five officers to go and talk to Wendy's friends and see if they had any clues. Banson sent another officer to check out Wendy's bedroom. To see if she had planned this in advance.
Of course she planned this
He thought as he stroked his now bald head with the tips of his fingers. He picked up the radio transmitter and typed the number of the cop in Wendy's room. "Davidson, this is Banson, have you found anything?" he spoke into the hand held receiver. There was static for a few moments, then Davidson came in loud and clear, "Yes, as a matter of fact, I think we might know where these kids are"
       A sudden wave of releif flooded Banson, his heart pounded in his chest with excitement, he felt like jumping up and down like a teenage girl at an N'Sync concert, but he had to remain professional. "Y-yes, Davidson, what did you find?"
       "Well, obviously sir, she didn't plan on hiding any evidence of where she was, we found the plans on her desk, and we found her diary, and she wrote about it, It seems like she's hiding these kids underneath an old condemned building, we just have to find out which one. I hope we're not too late Banson, we've got to save these kids sir." Davidson continued, "Apparently sir, she borrowed her friend's van, her name's Artemis Feilding, maybe we can find out something from her. And the passageway to the underquarters of the condemned building is supposed to be underneath a trash can."
       "Thank you Davidson, good work, I'll have some men on it immediately!" Banson said and then placed the receiver back in place. He turned around, jumped up and gave a big "whoop"
       Then, once he was calmed down, he radio'd some men and assigned them to go and check out the condemned building where secretly, Wendy was hiding, torturing her classmates one by one, and time was running out more quickly than they knew.

Chapter 5

       Wendy pulled the bathtub the color of rotting teeth into center of the room. Exhausted, She fell onto the floor and began laughing, cackling, rolling on the floor with laughter. She just sat there, laughing insanely until she layed eye on Gary Halen. He had probably been the worst to her, he had always been the one to throw her notebooks from her hand and scatter them on the floor when she was walking down the hall. He had wrote "Freak" on her locker with a permanent marker at lunch one day. He never had any respect for people, especially people who looked different in some way. He did so many malicious things to her, and never had he ever tried to get to know the real her, the sweet and innocent Wendy, the way she was before she just got fed up with all the bullshit.
       "Hmmm" Wendy pondered, "Who shall be next? Will it be you Mr. Gary Halen football jock?"
       "What the hell are you talking about?" He said, you could hear the fear in his voice, and it cracked as he spoke.
       "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Wendy yelled at him, and twittered her finger at him, "You knew... you knew all those times that you were hurting me, that I'd one day get my revenge! And now my time has come!" Wendy threw her head back and let out a few seconds of whooping laughter, and then her face lapsed again. The dark circles around her eyes were blacker than ever, her eyes were vacant and hollow. She looked as if she had aged 10 years over the past few hours. Gary Halen noticed a few streaks of white hair forming around her hair line. She walked toward him. Shaking her head slowly back and forth as she went, she began humming an unfamiliar tune as she approached him with a crazy grin on her face. Her eyes looked lifeless, like she wasn't really there, she had gone insane. She poked her long white finger into his chest, "Your COACH cant save you now can he?", She walked back to the bathtub and took out a few of the sharp objects, they looked like broken glass, and nails. She chose a few, and strolled back over to Gary Halen,
       "What the fuck do you plan to do with those?" He asked, horrified.
       "What do you think?" She replied, "I'm going to torture you the way that you've tortured me all this time!" Before she could even finish her words, a peice of glass had protruded Gary Halens hard, athletic stomach. Wendy could feel the hot blood oozing down over her fingers, and dribbling down her arm. Gary froze, his body went limp, but he was still conscious. Wendy twisted the glass sideways, causing Gary to snap back into reality and let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the walls of the subterranian torture chamber. She pulled out the blood painted fragment of glass, some blood spurted out of the opening that she made and Gary looked down in horror. His face went completely white when he saw all the blood, he looked up at Wendy, but she was not in front of him any more, she had walked back to the bathtub and was fumbling with the bag of salt, trying to get it open. She finally got it open, she extracted a hand full of salt from the bag. She looked down at it with affection. She took a pinch of salt in her free hand and sprinkled it into her mouth.
       "Mmmmmmm" she said, "This is really good salt, do you want some Mr. Halen?"
       Gary shook his head vigerously, unaware that blood was now pouring over onto the floor in front of him. The others watched on in horror.
       Wendy walked back to Gary and held the salt up to his bleeding wound. "N-n-no, please dont" He stuttered through clenched teeth, "Please, Wendy--Dont--I--please-dont"
       "It's too late for that" Wendy said in a sinister voice, "It's way too late for that"
       She knelt down so that her face was horizontal to his wound, she held the hand full of salt up to her mouth and blew. Thousands of tiny grains of salt flew into the wound. Gary screamed with tremendous pain, he clenched his fists and his head flew back, his mouth opened, and he started choking, blood spewed from his mouth, and splattered on Tracy MacDonald and Jennifer Lyons, the people that were passed out on either side of him. He spent a few more moments screaming in pain and then suddenly, his chest heaved one more time, and then nothing. He had stopped breathing. Gary Halen was dead. Wendy had killed him.
       "He deserved that" Wendy said and with a shrug, she walked back to the bathtub. She started pulling out all the shards of glass, the salt bag, and the hand and foot cuffs and placed them on the floor beside the tub. She faded into the corridor again, and she came walking back out with a water hose in hand, she situated the end of the hose into the tub and walked back into the other room. A few moments later, the kids heard the sound of rushing water as it started filling the tub with brown, sickening water, it reminded Wendy of sewage water at her previous visits to the underground cavern in which she was now using for her own personal torture chamber. But now... It didn't remind her of anything but sweet freedom, and of course
Revenge
       Once the bathtub was filled with water, Wendy journeyed back through the corridor, the teens heard a squeaking sound as the water was cut off. The hose dripped a few more worthless drops of the fowl smelling sewage water and then stopped. The teens watched in terror as Wendy tipped the bag of salt upside down into the tub. She looked around the room, spotted a broom that had been set up against the wall. She got ahold of the broom and stirred the salt into the water of the bathtub. She started to speak, "Add 10 cups of salt, to the batter and then stir until thickened. Let set 5 minutes and kill them all." She pitched the broom aside, hitting Lucy in the face, she was still unconscious and probably dead. Samantha Hendersen looked especially terrified, she eyed Wendy with suspicion and looked at her as if she was a horrible looking monster that we all seem to think live under our beds as children. Wendy looked back at Samantha, "I think you need a bath." She snarled and pointed one long white finger at her. Samantha noticed that more and more white peices of hair were beginning to show up on Wendy's head. "Come here my pretty" Wendy continued, "It's time for your bubbley bathy!"
       "Umm, I dont think I need a bath right now, I'm f-f-fine thanks." Samantha replied in a low voice and gave a half smile. "I'm perfectly clean" she looked down and noticed that she had vomited all over herself when Wendy had burned Lucy's mouth out. She looked up again and watched Wendy.
       "Oh no, silly girl, you got sick and now you need to get clean, I even put in some bath salt so you'll smell extra special for school tomorrow!" Wendy said in a mothery tone.
Wendy then bent down and picked up the hand and foot cuffs. She pulled a key out of the pocket of her baggy black jeans and unlocked them, they fell open with a rusty screech. She then went over to Samantha and strapped them around her feet and hands. Samantha started screaming. "HELP ME! SOMEONE PLEASE, THERE'S A CRAZY BITCH DOWN HERE AND SHE'S ALREADY KILLED TWO PEOPLE!" She screamed at the top of her voice.
       "Now now Samantha darling, we dont want to wake Daddy up do we?" Wendy gave Samantha a swift slap of the mouth and continued with what she was doing.
       "Why are you doing this... Why me? I never did anything to you! Please dont do this.", Samantha pleaded wildly. Wendy ignored her pleas and continued with a blank look on her face. She walked calmly back to the tub, bent down and selected a sharp peice of glass from the floor beside the bathtub. She walked back over to Lucy and started with her face, she pressed the glass into the meat of her face and slowly worked downward. Lucy screamed loudly and tried to pull away as the glass opened up gash after gash in her face, then Wendy worked down to the neck, she scraped and scraped for about an hour, until Samantha's entire body was filled with slits and lacerations. Samantha winced at every small cut that Wendy inflicted upon her young skin. She was tired of screaming, and couldn't scream anymore, she had lost her voice completely. So Samantha was naked and bleeding, hanging from the wall. Wendy pulled another key out of her pocket.
       "Ah, I better do something first, or you might try to run away" Wendy said and then swiftly ran down the corridor once again to get something. Most of the other teens were asleep, or just watching silently. They had figured that if you look scared, or if you scream, or look at her wrong, you get it next, so most of them sat silently, and awaited their turn.
       Wendy returned with a 20 pound sledge hammer held at her waist. She looked around at the room and then her eyes set on Samantha, she approached Samantha, who was now completely covered in blood and almost ready to pass out. "Oh no you dont," Wendy said, and then with a sharp crack, she brought the sledge hammer down at an angle on Samanthas' right knee. Samantha began shaking, and with much effort, she let out a cracking, terrified painful scream. But her scream fell deaf on Wendy's ears. Wendy brought the sledge hammer up over her head again, the other teenagers turned their heads away from the gruesome scene. Wendy brought it down again, hard, on Samantha's left knee this time. There was a snap of breaking bone and then Lucy screamed again, this time with more effort, Samantha was bawling, her voice cracking and her entire body bleeding. Her legs looked like a ton of brick had fallen on them, "That'll do it...every time." Wendy said, and then got back to work, she unhooked the crying, bleeding carcass from the wall and carried her over to the tub and dropped her in.
       Samanthas' screams of agony echoed through the underground realm. Her body twisted and turned to try and break free of the pain that had overcome her. She had never known pain like this in her life. And she didn't want to feel it anymore. She sputtered the water that had entered her mouth and crouched into a fetal position in the tub. Her body was nothing more than a human sponge, Wendy for one, was amazed that she was still conscious if not dead. She screamed, the look of fear and tragedy in her eyes, and Wendy felt nothing, there was nothing more in her heart but blackness, and dark dreams. You could smell the hate upon her, and see the evilness in her eyes, as she sat back with a ghastly grin on her face as she watched Samantha suffer. The water in the tub that Samantha lay in had turned from almost brown to almost red. Samantha tried violently to push herself out of the tub with her hands, but it was no use, after five minutes of struggling, her chest rose and sank one more time, and then it was over, death had prevailed her.

       Wendy left the body there in the tub, right in the middle of the room for all to see. She didn't want them to forget the sight of Samanthas' swollen, naked body as it floated in it's own blood and agony. The corpse had rigamortised the moment it died. The moment it shut down for good. Wendy now turned to Lester Bates, a freshmen at school. He had started on the football team, and him and his buddies always picked on Wendy, just like the rest of the school. Wendy looked at him, her eyes narrowing with hatred, "Well now Lester", She gave a sinister grin, "Looks like you're the new lucky winner of this little game."
       "No, I'm not, you cant kill me! The police are probably already after you, and they'll find you!" Lester snapped.
       "Hmm, maybe your'e right Lester", She pondered, "I guess I better finish the rest of you off quick." She walked over to the table of contraptions, she pulled one out of the bunch, it looked like it was used to rip someones eye out. She walked back over to Lester and thrust it into his left eye, once around the eyeball, she pulled a little lever on the side, Lester screamed as four steel arms protruded to the back of his eyeball, cutting it off from the rest of his body, with a sharp tug of Wendy's hand, Lesters eye popped right out like a chicken laying an egg. Lester was stunned for a moment, when he realized what had happened he started screaming. He shouted long and loud, the rest of the teens that were still alive stared on in dispair. The remains of his eye which consisted of a few shreds of tendons and flesh, hung loosely around his eye socket, Wendy opened the little contraption and released the eyeball, it fell to the floor with a small squishing thud. She pressed it into his other eye, his screams which had lessened, now amplified once more. She removed the eye, same procedure as before, and let it drop to the floor also. She turned around, there was no expression on her face at all. Not a single ounce of feeling. She stepped down the corridor again, his screams falling down to short gasps for air, and the realization that he could see no more.

Chapter 6

       Cheif Banson and his men, had searched the entire city looking for this condemned building. They had searched under every single trash can and hunted under every pile of old newspaper which had escaped being swallowed up by the trash can and spilled over into the alley. They couldn't find anyhing, they couldn't even find Artemis' van that Wendy had used to escort her prisoners to their destination of horror. The search went on from 7:00 that morning to 8:00 that night. "I guess we'll have to put it off until tomorrow" Banson explained to the search team. "I guess she's smarter than we thought."
Little did they know that they were searching in the wrong place, Wendy held the teens prisoner against their will on the south side of town opposite to where the police were searching. At one point, they thought they had found the hide-out, but it turned out to be nothing more than a cellar, filled with rotting food and old furniture.
"All right boys," Chief Banson said once he had everyone together at the station, "The search for Wendy Ganong will continue tomorrow, we will resume at the same time we started this morning...7:00am." Wendy's mother was there also. She had been with them all day to aid the search, she thought all along that they had been searching in the wrong place, but she didn't want to intrude, and she didn't know for sure if she was right, she had one of those feelings that a mother gets when her kid is missing. That gut feeling that you know where they are, but dont listen to it.
"Excuse me Chief?" Wendy's mom spoke up. Banson looked in her direction and gave her a nod, "Um, I dont know how to say this...ummm, yeah, well, I think I know where she is"
"Excuse me?" Banson said.

       "I think she's in the North end of town, it's just a feeling that I have, I've had the feeling since this morning, but didn't think that I was right, and I didn't want to throw you on the wrong path" She confessed
       Banson looked at her for a few moments, and then turned to face the 20-30 officers that had piled into the room.
       "Well, look men, I guess it's going to be a long night ahead of us." Banson sighed, "We're going back out again on the search for Wendy.
       Banson assigned each pair of men an area to search and assigned himself to Wendy's Mom.
       "You know the drill boys, if you find anything, call the rest of us" He ordered and then they left on the search.

Chapter 7

Wendy sat in the middle of the room, they were now convinced that Lucy had died, she hadn't so much as moved since the incident with the ball. Wendy sat there, leaning up against the bathtub, she rocked back and forth, as if in a trance. Occasionally, some bloody sewage water spilled over onto the back of her shirt, but she didn't seem to notice. She held a pistol in her right hand, her wrist was limp at her side. Her knees were brought up to her chest, but she just sat there. The teens were silent, they had no idea of how much time had passed since they had been in there. Most of them thought that it had been 2-3 days. The kids that were still alive had dried, cracked lips, and were probably dehydrated. There was never any outside light that had shone in, only the thick black candles that Wendy had lit on their arrival. They couldn't tell if it was morning, afternoon, or evening. None of them however, had slept a wink since their entrance to Wendy's chamber of dark torture, except for the teens that had passed out. The room itself reaked of death, vomit, and fecies. A thousand shedded tears. The teens were living on no food, no water, and in their own wastes. Their eyes were sunken into their heads, and dark rings now also circled their eyes. They were just hanging there, awaiting their death. Four of them had been tortured to death. Long periods came where everything was just silent, where nobody moved nor spoke. Sometimes Wendy would pace the floor, back and forth, back and forth, nobody knew what she was thinking about, nobody wanted to know what she was thinking about. Sometimes she would sing nursery rhymes, sometimes she would bang her head against the walls, sometimes she would sit and talk to herself, and sometimes, she inflicted pain on herself, she would press a shard of glass into the skin on her arm and draw blood. She would get paranoid and sit in the middle of the floor, jerking her head back and forth with her eyes wide, she was certain that cops would find her any minute, they would drag her away and she wouldn't get to finish her job. She wouldn't get to finish what she started, her
Revenge
It was all she ever wanted and they couldn't take it from her, not now, not ever. She thought that she heard a noise coming from outside her dungeon. Suddenly she jumped up, She saw the 11 pairs of eyes staring at her, she felt a sudden rage come over her, she hated these people, and she was letting them live, letting them stay longer than they should. She raised her gun to shoulder level, she pointed it at random people, threatening to shoot. Her eyes filled with tears, and her face red with hate, she began mowing them down one by one.

Chapter 8

      "All right Mrs. Ganong, this is the last place in our area, if she's not here, then we're going to have to start searching other places, other than condemned buildings." Banson declared.
       "I understand" Mrs. Ganong answered
       They parked the car and got out. Banson and Mrs. Ganong walked around to the back of a building entitled "Souls Harbour", a place that was once used to feed the poor people who lived on the streets and had no place to go for supper. Once they reached the alley, they saw a dumpster, a pile of old newspapers(which seemed to be in every alley that they had been in since the beginning of the search), and a few discarded bikes, mangled beyond repair, "Well Mrs. Ganong, lets go check under the dumpster" Banson said with exaggerated hope in his voice.
       Mrs Ganong helped Banson push the dumpster to the side, once it was pushed about a meter out of the way, they looked down at the ground, there it was, a trapdoor, probably leading to these kids, and Banson just hoped he would find them alive. The ringing sound of gunshots sounded and echoed from the trapdoor into the alley. The gunshots were followed by the sounds of screaming teens. "Oh my GOD!!!" Banson yelled, "Shit, we have to hurry!" Banson quickly radioed for backup as Wendy's mom had already tried prying the trapdoor open.
       "It's LOCKED!" She screamed, "What are we going to do?!"
       Banson pulled his gun out of his holster and pointed it at the trapdoor, he aimed it at the hinge of the small wooden door and pulled the trigger, yet another gunshot filled the silent seclusion of the alley, and the trapdoor broke open. Underneath the door, was a staircase, made of nothing but hardened dirt. Banson looked back at Mrs. Ganong, "Be careful, maybe you should stay here and wait for the backup"
       "No", Mrs Ganong retorted, "That's my daughter down there! And
She's possibly killing innocent teens!"
       "Okay fine, just stay behind me!" Banson answered
       They slowly made their way down the stairs, the gunshots had stopped and now there was just a deathly silence, they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, the smell was almost too horrible for either of them. Mrs. Ganong couldn't hold back the urge to gag. They turned a corner, and the image that was before them, they never forgot.
       "We're too late" Banson said slowly as they stepped into the room.
       Death was everywhere, they saw Samantha in the bathtub and gagged. Once they saw Lucy, with her mouth spread open, looking like a bonfire pit, they couldn't hold it in anymore, They vomited all over the floor. Bansons eyes watered when he raised his head again. His nose wanted to plug shut, but he wouldn't let it, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't turn away from the hideous scene, neither could Mrs. Ganong. They stood side by side, looking on in terror. Blood suffused the floor, they looked along the walls, bodies dangled like cows in a butcher shop, most of them had been shot to death, others had been given a more thoughtful death. Their eyes went from left to right until they had seen the entire room, then their eyes rested on Wendy, she was sitting in the middle of the floor, her eyes wide, she didn't even know they were there, with the shotgun lying beside her, she sat cross-legged, in a trance-like state. Looking off in the distance, looking at something that neither Banson or her mother could see. She swayed back and forth in a steady motion, she sang crazily, "a, b, c, d, e, f, g, next time dont you fuck with me!" She said it over and over again. Banson tried to take a step foreward without making a sound. Wendy was suddenly alerted and she looked in his direction, he froze. She looked at the two of them with a crooked little grin on her face for a moment, "I'd like you to meet my friends mom" she said in a happy little childs voice.
       Banson and Mrs. Ganong just stared at her in silence.
"I met them back in the day when I was happy. Before all this happened, they are my friends..." She looked around the room at the bodies, "I like them better this way dont you?"

Chapter 9

Wendy sat in a white padded room in the Regina Insane Asylum. In a straight-jacket, she twisted and turned on the floor, trying to break free, she talked sometimes, other times she just sat against a wall and thumped her head on the white padding that lined the walls, the ceiling, and the floor, she'd sing nursery rhymes and stare blankly into nothingness. Her classmates had done it to her, they had driven her to the edge, and then further. This was what she had to pay for her peers tormenting her. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be a normal teenager. And she always thought about the way she had made a stand, they way people would listen to her now. Most of all, she thought about how she would make her next stand, show them once and for all, that she wouldn't take shit from anybody anymore. She rolled over on her side, and closed her eyes with a crooked little smile on her face as she faded into a deep sleep, "I'll show them" she whispered to herself.

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