OZ…TWENTY EIGHT DAYS LATER TGREAPER “Toto, where are you?” Dorothy checked under the bed for the third time. No luck. She started to stand and put her hand in something wet and sticky. “Oh my! Is that blood?” She stood and noticed the crimson trail leading from bed to her closet door. “Oh, don’t let it be my dog.” Dorothy put her hand on the door and slowly turned the knob. She heard the latch turn and felt the door go loose in her hand. She took a deep breath and pulled it open. Glowing blue eyes stared at her from the shadows. “Oh crap!” Dorothy jumped back, hitting her side on the bed post. Metallic legs clanked on the hardwood floor as the Tin Man stepped out of the darkness. “Dorothy,” he said his face expressionless except for his glaring eyes. “Oh, you really gave me a fright,” Dorothy said. The Tin Man shrugged, but kept staring at her. Something about him was different. Something cold. Something evil. Dorothy realized suddenly that her friend was covered in blood. “Oh my! Tin Man, your bleeding! What happened?” The Tin Man rolled his eyes. “Dorothy, scarecrows not the one who needed a brain. You know I don’t bleed.” “Oh, right. So why are you here?” “The Wizard sent me on a quest.” “Oh my! How exciting!” Dorothy jumped up and down and clapped. “Can I help?” “That’s why I’m here,” The Tin Man said. “You see, after you left, the Wizard took back our gifts and told us to find our own.” “Oh my,” Dorothy said, worry painted on her face. “Then what happened?” The Tin Man pulled out his ax, animal fur, gore and straw were caked on it. “They didn’t have what I needed,” Tin Man said, staring at his ax blade. “Oh my, Oh dear, Oh crap!” Dorothy fell back on the bed. “Tin Man, where’s Toto?” “Sorry Dorothy, I got hungry.” “You big mean dirty-“ Before Dorothy could finish here sentence, Tin Man planted his ax deep into her skull, nearly splitting it in two. He pulled a scalpel out from his chest plate and with practiced ease removed her heart. He took it to the kitchen, where Dorothy’s aunt and uncle lay dead, and wrapped the heart in some wax paper that was in the cupboard. He looked at the carnage on the floor, and then at the pots hanging above the stove. “No sense wasting good meat,” he said as he put a pot of water on to boil
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 03:27:46 +0000
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