Hai I'm Aiiva Equinox, decided to make this little thing from sheer boredom. Hope you enjoy! If you don't know, these two songs go with each other and I decided to interperit them into this story-like thing.
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··Tag, You're It··
It was a quiet afternoon at the park, an April Monday. Piper sat on a wooden bench, basking in the warm, golden sunlight. Her mother was at work, so she decided to enjoy the day instead of staying home.
A chickadee pecked at a bread crust at the edge of the street, suddenly flying of as swiftly as it had arrived. Piper looked up to see a black car with tinted windows obscuring the driver's face pull up beside her.
Curious, she stood up. Slowly and silently, the window of the car rlled down, revealing a young man wearing a hood. "Hello, little girl. It's such a nice day, would you like a joyride?"
Piper knew she shouldn't trust this man. "With the top up? I'll hardly get any sunlight."
She was about to turn and head back into the park, when the man opened the car door and stepped out. He was much taller than her, and his brown eyes glinted maliciously underneath his hood.
It was at that moment Piper knew something was wrong. She started to run, stumbling on the lumpy grass. The man followed her, his long legs easily catching up to her. He grabbed her glossy black hair, making her yelp in pain.
Piper scrambed away, falling and scraping her knees on the bike path she'd found her way onto. The man smiled, grabbing her and hoisting her up. Piper screamed, kicking out and thrashing.
But it was no use. She felt a sharp prick on her shoulder, hwr vision fading black.
··Milk and Cookies··
Slowly, Piper became aware of her surroundings. She was trapped in something, but not tied. She spat, feeling her saliva run down her cheek. Now she knew which way was up.
On all sides, she was nearly suffocated by… stuffed animals? There was creaking noise as Piper pushed open the lid of the massive chest that held her. She took a wobbly step, setting her bare foot down on the carpeted floor.
That was when she realized that she was only wearing underwear and a loose t-shirt. "Odd…" Piper muttered, now fully standing on the floor of the room.
It was a badroom, its walls sky-blue with plastic glow-in-the-dark stars plastered everywhere. The wooden door of the room was bolted shut… on the inside. "How stupid."
But that left the question of how whoever locked the door got out.
And then that was when the man stepped out from a darkened corner of the room. Piper jumped, frightened by his sudden presence.
"Oh good, you're awake…"
He tried to grab Piper again, but she ducked down low, pulling his leg out from under him. She then ripped of the t-shirt and pressed it to his mouth and nose, suffocating him.
Slowly, Piper came back into foces. The man was passed out, but still alive. She wanted to wait to kill him.
She exited the room, locking ot from the outside and heading down the stairs. The place was a simple house, only an apartment. No one else was there…
Of all the rooms, the one that Piper was most drawn to was the kitchen. It was quaint yet modern, with clear cupboard doors and more sky-blue walls.
Plants were everywhere, climbing the walls and on every windowsill, on top of every cupboard. An idea formed in Piper's mind: To get back at her kidnapper in a quirky yet classic way.
The plate of cookies looked very good, she'd even poured spoiled milk into a glass next to it. She'd left a note saying, "From your little girl". hoping he would think nothing of it.
Now all she had to do was wait.
And eventually, from her perch surrounded by plants atop a cupboard, the man noticed ths cookies. He looked inquisitively, but didn't immediately eat one. Of course, she hadn't expected him to.
But then, he did. She'd made them chocolate chip, gooey but not too melted. They were still warm.
He bit into one, chewing toughtfully before taking another bite, clearly enjoying them.
'Oh, but he wouldn't if he knew what was coming next.' Piper thought, smugly. If she was going to kill anyone, it was going to be in an interesting way.
The man stumbled, his head lolling as he fell to the ground like a bag of sand. He was dead.
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