by The Mockery » Thu Sep 29, 2011 9:39 pm
And the mockery was forced back, away from bear. Her arms were forced upwards, the cleaver in one hand, and a stick, from which what appeared to be used hypodermic needles attached, was in the other hand. She turned her head nearly all the way around, getting a good look at Will.
"WannA CooKIE?" she asked, her mouth contorted into a horrific grin.
bear fell to her knees, a trickle of blood descending from her throat as she clutched it.