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Bloody Mattie

''' Note: Holy friggin crap. I swear to you, I didn’t mean for this to be a female version of Ticci Toby. I swear. It wasn’t until I had finished thinking over everything that I read Ticci Toby and it looks like I copied that story. I promise you that it wasn’t supposed to be like that. I'll upload a picturer when I figure out what I'm doing. Also this might suck. Bye. '''



''' Mattie ran from the darkness. It consumed everything. She had to dodge random hills and stalagmites looming in front of her, but the huge black mass just kept coming. It was within inches of her bare feet now. Knowing it would slow her down, she looked behind her. White, clawed hands reached from the mist as if they were trying to grab her. She looked back in front of her to see a huge, neverending wall, barely a foot from her face. Turning back, she saw that the darkness had stopped. She looked at her feet. '''

''' “Mattie,” a low voice rasped. Glancing back up, Mattie saw her father. Her dead father. Blood dripped from his toothless mouth, and his eyelids were sewn shut. '''

''' “He waits for you.” And the mutilated image lashed out at her. '''



''' Mattie Indigo, a fifteen-year-old half-Cherokee girl, shot upright in bed. Pain stung the right side of her face. She put her hand to it and quickly pulled back. Her face felt warm and sticky, and her hand was now covered in red. No, she thought, no no no no no. That’s impossible. Dreams can’t hurt you. '''

''' She then proceeded to blindly stumble around the room, groping the wall for the lightswitch. Finally locating the stupid thing, she flicked it on and turned to look in her mirror. A jagged cut ran from about an inch above her right eyebrow to just below the right corner of her lips. God, it hurts. Just then, her foster mother opened the door. '''

 “Stupid girl, what have you done to yourself this time?” 

''' “Ask my dad.” Then, she blacked out. '''

''' She woke up back in her bed, her face throbbing. The harsh gray eyes of her “evil” foster mother were the first thing she saw. '''

''' “First your wrists, then your legs, then your face? Tell me, girl, do you have a death wish?” Yes. So I can haunt you and tear your throat out, Mattie thought, but stayed silent. She bit the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from saying anything that would cause the middle-aged woman to go on a nagging rampage. '''

''' Just then, her foster father entered the room. Being much kinder than his wife, he knelt next to the girl and asked how she was doing. '''

''' “I’m fine,” was her short answer, for talking hurt her face. '''

''' “Do you have any idea of what could’ve happened?” She shook her head. The man got up, whispered something to his wife,and left, taking the woman with him. Mattie was left alone with her thoughts. '''

''' Mattie looked down at her forearms, where she’d carved six small, neat circles into each arm. One circle for each person who’d made her life hell. One for the wretched woman she was forced to live with. Three for the three men that had taken part in the murder of her father. Seven for the girls at school that loved to ridicule her. One for the old man on the corner that insulted her heritage every time she passed his house. Staring at these induced random thoughts. You must kill them, the voices in her head hissed, make them feel the pain that you’ve felt all these years. Mattie blinked. These thoughts weren’t hers. Sure, she hated them, all of them, but not enough to kill them. Frustrated, she got up and retrieved her neon green snowboarding goggles and her axe. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' Once outside, Mattie searched the trees for the familiar orange spray-painted x. She thought it was so idiotically stupid, but for some reason, chopping trees calmed her nerves. Her foster father was a lumberjack, so she didn’t have to go far to find a small enough tree to take her anger out on. After slipping the goggles over her eyes, she raised the axe and as she swung down. She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them again, she saw the axe embedded in the  stomach of the most popular girl in her school. She pulled it out. The weapon hit the ground with a thud. Mattie stumbled backwards, almost tripping. She closed her eyes again. She opened one. All that was there was a small pine tree with a cut almost halfway through it. She sat on the ground, buried her face in her knees, and began to cry. The tears burned the cut on her face, but she didn’t care. She slid the goggles to her forehead, causing her choppy, dark hair to stick up in all directions. Suddenly, the woods around her went silent. She looked up. That’s weird. I’ve lived here for almost two years and this has never happened. She rested her head back in her knees. The complete silence allowed the whispers in her mind to take control, demanding she do things that she’d never even thought of doing. She shook them off, reached for her axe, and screamed. There was a pair of feet standing right behind it. Mattie stared up to see that the feet were connected to a teenage boy wearing a feminine mask. He held his hand out to her, as if to help her up. She quickly grabbed the axe and held it in a way that she prayed looked a little menacing. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “What do you want?” she yelled, her voice louder than usual, thanks to the absolute silence of the woods. His reply was simple: '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “He waits for  you.” She shrieked and scrambled up, dropping her weapon in the process. She sprinted out of the woods, huffing. As soon as she opened the door, sound returned to the area. Mattie turned back and searched the woods for the masked guy. Satisfied that he was gone, she walked in and locked the door. She walked into her room, curled up on her bed, and fell asleep. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' The small alarm clock on Mattie’s nightstand woke her at 5:45 am, just as it did every morning. It took her about ten minutes to pull on the usual: skinny jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, black combat boots. After brushing her teeth, she raked her fingers through her hair. She stuffed the snowboarding goggles into her backpack and looked through the kitchen window. Something bright white flashed out of view. She shivered. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' The bus picked her up about five minutes later. Since she was one of the first people on, she didn’t really have to deal with the stares that she knew would eventually greet her because of the now-scarring slash on her face. She leaned against the window and stared out, her head knocking against it occasionally. When the bus stopped to pick up three of the seven mean girls, Mattie noticed that the streetlight next to their stop was out. She gazed at it. The light flickered on, bathing the surrounding area in a warm glow. That’s not what caught her attention. Standing directly under the lamp was a man. He had to be over eight feet tall. She covered her mouth in horror. The vehicle was close enough to the spot to where she could see some of his features, or the lack thereof. This thing had no face, and yet Mattie could sense it was staring directly at her. Tearing her eyes away from the creature, she then noticed what was behind it. The masked boy and another figure that she could tell was there, but was too far behind the tall man. The boy waved, like he knew that she was looking at him. before she could do anything else, the voice she’d hated for so long came from behind her. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' “Oh Mattiiee,” sang Alyssa Anderson. Mattie rolled her eyes and turned to face her enemy. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' “Aw, what happened to her pwetty wittle face?” Taylor Macintire cooed. As usual, Lindsay Calloway stayed quiet and smiled stupidly. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' “I got it while I was murdering your hairdressers,” Mattie retorted, “someone needed to. Your hair gets worse and worse every week, Alyssa.” The girl looked offended and sat in the seat in front of Mattie. As soon as she looked down, the voices came back. Kill her, they snarled maliciously, she deserves it. They all do. She heard static so high-pitched it hurt. She felt like screaming. She brought her knees up to her chest and began to look around. If any of these kids could hear what she did, they weren’t showing it. You’re suffering where they aren’t, a single, deep voice whispered, they need to pay. Mattie wanted so desperately to give in, to murder everyone around her, to make them feel what she did. Instead, she just clenched her teeth. Please stop, she told them. They didn’t answer. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' For a few days, Mattie received curious stares from her classmates. During the week, she continued to see the faceless man and the masked boy, always accompanied by the voices and the static. She began finding crossed-out circles everywhere: drawn in the condensation on the mirror after she showered, scratched into trees, spray-painted on the sides of trains she passed on the way to school. One day, after a particularly heated shouting match with her foster mother, she stormed off into the woods to retrieve her axe. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “Stupid Meryl and her stupid cat and stupid everything and-” She stopped her mini rant short. Her axe was stuck in a tree, holding a note up. She tore the page from the tree and read it. Written crudely in some sort of red ink was the phrase NO EYES, ALWAYS WATCHES. The O in No was x-ed out. Frustrated and scared, she threw the paper to the ground and stomped on it. Mattie looked around and tugged the weapon free. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!”  she shouted. No answer. She reached down and picked up the note. She flipped it over. It said exactly what she expected: He waits for you. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' Saturday finally came. Mattie planned to spend the day in the woods, chopping trees to help her foster father. She wasn’t excited for it, but they needed the money. She’d already pulled on her skinny jeans and combat boots when she saw a gray tank top folded neatly on a desk across the room. A pair of gloves sat on top, along with another note. She moved the note aside, not interested in some guy waiting for her. She shrugged to herself and yanked the shirt over her head. Despite her hands being already heavily-calloused, she decided to wear the gloves, and put them on. She wiggled her fingers freely, as they weren’t covered in leather. Mattie paused. Something really didn’t feel right. Looking pack down at her hands, she  brushed it off. She pulled her goggles onto her forehead, shouldered her axe, and went out into the kitchen. Meryl was waiting for her. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “And where do you think you’re going, girl?” Mattie groaned. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “I’ve lived here for almost two years. My name is Mattie. You should know this by now.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> “Where are you going, girl?” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> “My name is Mattie.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “Okay, Mattie, where are you going?” Mattie squeezed the handle of her axe. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “I’m going to chop wood so that you don’t run out of money, you ungrateful hag,” she said through clenched teeth. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “I’m ungrateful? You live in my house! I’ve taken care of you for almost two full years!” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “You’ve taken care of me? You’ve taken care of me? The only thing you’ve done for me is make my life hell!” For a moment, Mattie thought about how easy it would be to kill her. Right here, right now. Instead of answering, Meryl reached back and swung. Her slap was powerful enough to send the girl stumbling backwards a few steps. Mattie raised her head. A reddening mark was quickly appearing on her face, but she was smiling. A smile that the middle-aged woman hadn’t ever seen before. The girl lunged forward and shoved the woman to the ground. She raised the axe and swung, chopping Meryl’s left leg off from the knee down. The snobby woman screamed, but Mattie continued smiling, her dark eyes filled with hatred. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “You know what, Meryl?” she asked, reaching over to grab a sponge from the sink. She knelt down and covered the woman’s nostrils with a gloved hand. When she was forced to open her mouth to breathe, Mattie crammed the sponge down her throat. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “First, never insult a fairly-built girl holding a deadly weapon,” she growled, “second, I finally let the voices win.” With this, she got up and raised the axe again. She pulled the goggles down over her eyes. Seeing the fear in the lady’s expression, she laughed. “Goodnight.” She swung down as hard as she could. Blood spattered the front of her shirt and jeans. The toes of her boots were covered in the stuff. She smirked to herself and ran out of the house. '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' Alyssa Anderson hunkered down in bed. She was exhausted. Her day had been great, with the exception of one thing: Mattie Indigo had not been at the juice bar, like she usually was on Saturday afternoons. There was no one else she could openly ridicule, really. She looked out the window, which was on the other side of the room. There’s always Monday, she thought. Alyssa closed her eyes and was bordering on sleep when she heard a knock on the window. Dismissing it as a tree, she turned away from the window. Then a loud crash sounded from across the room. Alyssa sat up, searching the darkness. The moonlight was the only light in the room. She could see the edges of a human figure, one with long hair. She saw it reach up…. and pull the string on the fan. The lights clicked on. There, standing in Alyssa Anderson’s room, was Mattie Indigo, covered in blood, wearing neon green glasses of some sort. Before Alyssa could move, Mattie had already ran to her bedside. Paralyzed by fear, the girl could only notice that there was this insane smile on the  other girl’s face. She held her arm out, just under Alyssa’s nose. One of the circles had been crossed out crudely. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' “You see that, Alyssa?” she snarled. “One O for each person I hate, one X for each person that isn’t here anymore. It’s time I start this list. You’re second. No hard feelings though, right? Also, Goodnight.” The last thing Alyssa saw was the malicious smile of the girl she’d bullied for so long. '''

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">''' Mattie dashed through the woods surrounding her house. She was ecstatic! Two of the twelve, gone forever. Then, she finally heard what she was waiting for: the complete silence of the woods. The masked boy walked casually out from behind a tree. Again, he held out his hand. This time, she took it. '''

''' “Breaking News: A middle-aged woman and a teenage girl are found brutally murdered in their homes. The suspected murder weapon is an axe, as both were found with limbs chopped clean off. In other news: fifteen-year-old Mattie Indigo went missing from her home early Saturday morning.” '''