User:Deathismyhobby

Veronica Lancaster sat in the backseat next to her brother, Ben, and, soon-to-be, stepbrother, James. She didn’t speak, she just sat staring at the trees as her mother drove the car away from their house. Her mother wasn't fit, emotionally, to be driving. She had lost her husband, Fredrick, to an accident a few weeks back, but Veronica had a feeling that it wasn’t an accident. Veronica honestly didn't even know where her mother would be taking them.

Veronica felt a tap on her shoulder, and looked down at her little brother, his sapphire eyes glittering in the afternoon sun, "R-Roni? Where is m-mommy taking us? I-I'm getting s-scared..."

Veronica gave her brother a sympathetic look, "Perhaps to Grandma's? I wouldn't think Mom would drop us off anywhere she wouldn't think we'd be safe."

"Kids, I can hear you, you know. And Veronica would be correct. Grandma Eve has told me that you can stay with her... I'm not in the best condition right now..." Her mother said, looking at them in the rear-view mirror.

No sooner did she say those words, did they pull into the driveway of a two story building with soft and, slightly, worn side paneling. An older woman with brown hair, touched by gray, stood on the porch, waving at them.

"Hello, Melody, I'm glad that you could visit me..." The older woman said, with a small warm smile.

"I'm not here to visit you, mother, remember that you told me that you could watch the kids this weekend while..." Melody trailed off, and Eve grimaced slightly, not enough for Ben or James to notice, but enough for Veronica to notice.

"Well.. Don't forget about them...." Eve said, turning to Veronica, Ben, and James, "Now, I haven't seen you before! Who might you be, young man?" Eve asked James.

"I'm James, Daniel's son," James said, extending a hand to Eve.

Eve shook his hand with a fake smile, "It's always a pleasure to meet new people. Now, come inside, it's still early spring and I do not want you to catch a cold. Melody, would you care to-"

"No, I'm sorry but I need to leave now. Veronica, look after Ben," Melody said to Veronica, handing her three suit cases, one black, one green, and one a dark blue with a gray "J" stitched into the side. Melody kissed Ben's and Veronica's foreheads, "Behave, alright?" Melody told her daughter and son, more in the form of a question, before heading back to her car and driving off.

Ben looked after his mother's car until he couldn't see it anymore. His sapphire eyes became saddened, and he held onto Veronica's legs. Veronica frowned slightly, and picked him up.

Eve sighed, and ushered the children inside her home. The inside was warm and smelled of apple pie. The walls were cream colored and covered with picture frames; some old and vintage-looking, while others were newer. Veronica sat Ben back on the ground before turning around to look at her grandmother.

"My, both of you have grown up so fast," Eve noted, looking Veronica and Ben up and down, "Last time I saw you both Ben was no more than a baby, and you, Veronica, were eleven... Time needs to slow down..." Eve smiled slightly, "Now.. Please forgive me, but how old are you now? I keep forgetting..."

Veronica smiled, "I-I'm sixteen, Nanna... And Ben is five... James is-"

"I'm eighteen." James interrupted, looking at Veronica through the corner of his eyes.

Eve nodded, "Well, I only have two spare rooms... Since usually it's just Veronica and Ben who visit me..."

"I'll share with Ben," Veronica said, putting her hand on his shoulder, "Ben can sleep on the bed, and I can sleep on the chair. I'll be fine, don't worry, Nanna." Veronica met her grandmother's eyes.

"Alright," Eve said, "Veronica, would you mind helping me with dinner?"

Veronica heard the tone of her grandmother's voice, and nodded, "Yes, Nanna..."

Veronica followed Eve into the kitchen, where her grandmother handed her a small container of pepper spray and a pocketknife.

Veronica looked at her grandmother with wide eyes, and opened her mouth to speak. Eve brought a finger to her lips, telling her to remain silent.

"Now," Eve spoke, as if she were going to ask Veronica to fetch some ingredients for their dinner, "If you would please get the cutting board and potatoes, we can make mashed potatoes to go along with the meatloaf..." Veronica didn't know whether or not to put up an argument about why she gave her a pocketknife and pepper spray and was talking as if nothing happened.

Veronica just nodded, and got the cutting board and potatoes. Eve peeked out into the living room, before turning back to Veronica with a stern expression on her face.

"Veronica, listen to me carefully. Guard Ben with your life. I do not trust Daniel or James in any way, shape, or form," Eve said, her soft black eyes became hardened. Veronica nodded, not saying a word.

"Now, you go find Ben, I'll finish dinner," Eve said, and Veronica nodded.

Veronica darted up the stairs and went to the room Ben went into. Veronica opened the door, and looked around, finding only her's and Ben's bags. Veronica heard light breathing coming from the closet, and decided to walk towards it. She opened the closet, finding Ben huddled on the floor, crying.

"Ben?!" Veronica whispered, her voice hushed, "What happened?!"

Ben lifted his small head up, his cheeks were shiny from tears, "I-I heard v-v-voices... T-They said w-we'll all d-die!!"

Veronica knelt beside Ben, giving him a hug, "I won't let anything happen to you, Ben. I promise."

Ben let out another small sob, and buried his head in Veronica's shoulder. Veronica got up and set Ben down on the bed. She got a tissue a wiped away his tears, and helped him blow his nose. Ben looked at Veronica with big eyes.

Veronica glanced over at the clock, and saw that is was almost seven, "C'mon, Ben. Grandmother said to get you for dinner.." Veronica said, changing the subject.

Ben nodded, and followed Veronica down the stairs into the kitchen. James and Eve were in the kitchen. Eve's eyes filled with relief when she saw Veronica and Ben walk into the kitchen.

"So now that you two are here, let's eat dinner, alright?" Eve asked, looking at the three of them. James growled silently, but nodded.

Deathismyhobby (talk)

After dinner, Eve began washing the dishes, leaving the two teens and the child to go to bed. Veronica helped Ben get ready for bed, before getting ready herself. Veronica tucked Ben into bed, before curling up on the chair.

Ben fell asleep almost instantly, leaving Veronica to nod off. But before Veronica could fall asleep, however, she heard hushed shouting. Then a scream. It sounded like grandmother!! Veronica quietly got up, grabbing her pocket knife.

Veronica put on her boots, before darting down the stairs. What she saw before her made her want to throw up. James stood above her grandmother with a bloody knife. Her grandmother’s blood covered his clothes, and stained the kitchen floor, cabinets, and ceiling.

“I’m sorry, Eve, but I can’t risk you stopping me and my father,” James said, a sadistic grin on his face.

Veronica could barely keep back a sob. She clenched her teeth, and unsheathed her pocketknife. James will die. He will die. James looked up, seeing Veronica.

“Oh hey there, sweetheart. Don’t worry; your grandmother is just napping…” James said, slowing walking over to Veronica.

Veronica tensed, “Don’t you dare come close to me, you sick, sick bastard!”

James laughed, “What a foul mouth for such a pretty girl... I’ll have to teach you to hold your tongue…”

Veronica growled, and tightened her grip on her pocketknife, “Shut the hell up or I will kill you where you stand!”

“I highly doubt that, lovely,” James purred, walking closer to Veronica.

Veronica growled, and stabbed at James. She managed to nick his arm.

James hissed, but then began to chuckle, “You really shouldn’t have done that…”

James lunged at Veronica, cutting her cheek. Veronica grimaced, and swiped her leg under James’, knocking him off his feet. Veronica pinned James to the ground, and aimed her pocketknife at his throat.

“You can’t,” James laughed darkly; “You’re too pure hearted. Heh, while you waste time trying to fight, my father is dealing with your mother… Why even bother? You’re just weak.”

“No... I’m not! I have you pinned to the ground with a pocketknife at your throat! Do you really think you should be saying that?” Veronica asked, leaning hard on his shoulder, resulting in a large crack sound.

James winced slightly, before pushing Veronica off of him and pinning her down, "You’re not as strong as you think you are, Princess.” James said, grinning like a madman. Maybe it was because he was one. “So what’s it going to be, Princess? Are you going to fight back, join me, or… let me kill you?”

Veronica scowled, before kicking James in the groin, and getting up. James groaned, “Where I’m weak!!”

Veronica kicked him in the side, causing James to cough up blood. His brown hair was sticky with sweat and blood. His amber eyes shone with an animalistic tone, “Is that all you got?”

“Nope,” Veronica said with a sly grin, “Our play time is over. Night, James! Sleep tight! For always and eternity…” Veronica brought her pocketknife down on James’ chest, stabbing him in the heart multiple times. Blood sprayed all over Veronica, but she didn’t care.

James gasped for breath, and looked at her in shock. Veronica grinned, before slashing his throat. Blood sprayed all over the place. Veronica let out an insanity-filled laugh.

“R-Roni…?” A timid voice asked from the doorway.

Veronica looked up, and saw Ben standing there in his footie pajamas.

Veronica looked down at her hands, and quickly put the pocketknife back in its sheath.

“B-Ben… I-It’s not…” Veronica couldn’t finish her sentence.

Tears spilled from Ben’s eyes, “T-The voices w-were right…. YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER!!!!” Ben bolted from the room and ran out the door and into the night.

Veronica smiled, and walked out the door, a voice in a sing-song tone, “Oh Ben! It’s playtime! I won’t hurt you- much!”

Veronica spotted Ben entering the woods. Veronica smiled, and ran after him. He could only run so far without falling.

“Oh Ben! Don’t run away from me! It’s only playtime! Come back to me, we can play all we want now! You don’t have to cry, Mom and Grandma are gone now…” Veronica saw Ben sprawled out on the forest floor, terror written all over his face, “Oh Ben! It’s time to play!”

Deathismyhobby (talk)

The next morning, the police arrived at the call of a neighbor saying that they had heard strange noises come from the house the night before. They entered the home to find Mrs. Lancaster and James Smith dead in the kitchen with multiple stab wounds. They taped off the house and noticed bloody footprints heading into the woods.

They followed the footprints to find the body of a young boy, Ben Lancaster, floating upon a small pond. The bloody footprints led to a darker clearing, where both men grabbed their flashlights and looked around.

“Oh, hello there officers... I was just making my way back to my grandmother’s house! Oh, do you happen to know the time?” A teenage girl with long, dark brown hair and deep, purple eyes appears. She appeared to be covered in blood.

Both men raised their guns, “It’s about fifteen past you’re under arrest!” The younger officer said, cocking the barrel.

“Nope,” The girl said, her voice changing to a sing-song tone, “It’s playtime!”

Deathismyhobby (talk)

“Yesterday, Mrs. Eve Lancaster was found dead in her home along with eighteen-year-old James Smith with multiple stab wounds, and officers Jordan Schmidt and Samuel Panes were also found dead with multiple stab wounds along with their eyes replaced with buttons, and a five-year-old boy named Benjamin Lancaster was also found dead with multiple stab wounds and no tongue. The main suspect behind the crime would be a sixteen-year-old girl named Veronica Juliette Lancaster who was said to be staying with her grandmother last weekend, back to you Seth,” A woman standing outside of the police tape.

“That’s quite the tragedy, Margret. Now a similar case happened to Melody Lancaster, who is reported to be the suspect’s mother, was also found dead along with Daniel Smith. If anyone has seen anyone who matches the suspect’s appearance, do not hesitate to report it to police.”