Narrative: Abi vs. Bloody Mary WHO: Abi Blyg WHAT: An altercation with Bloody Mary WHEN: Morning, Friday the 13th WHERE: A bathroom in the Chocobro house WARNINGS: Blood and violence
______________
Abi examined herself in the mirror, scissors in hand. Was today the day? Was this the morning? Had she at last hit the point where she would alleviate her stress by giving herself bangs?
It was tempting. They would be cute. Probably. But what if she hated them? Growing bangs back out was always such a pain. But what if it successfully appeased the mental breakdown gods? Abi analyzed her own forehead, considering the options…
…and during that moment of deep concentration, the change began.
The reflection in the mirror grew paler—ghostly pale. The hair grew darker, longer. As Abi’s eyes went wide, the ones in the mirror darkened and hollowed. Abi’s mouth opened to scream, and the reflected mouth opened even wider, wider than should be humanly possible, with teeth needle-sharp and coming closer, closer.
Abi screamed just as the mirror shattered and the being who had been contained there lurched forth and reached for her face.
There was a time not too long ago when she would have turned and run, desperate for someone to save her. She would have considered herself weak and unarmed, and she would have assumed she didn’t stand a chance. But the Abi standing before this monster was a new woman. She’d been training and practicing with some of the finest warriors in the realm. She was strong. She was brave. She knew what she was doing with a knife, and she had a very sharp pair of hair-cutting scissors in her hand. After hours and hours of drills, her muscles knew what to do even as her brain tried to panic. Almost by reflex, she met the monster head-on and plunged her scissors as hard as she could into its neck.
She yanked the scissors right back out—never lose your weapon, a friendly voice in her head reminded her. Strike fast and true, said another, and Abi went hard for the monster’s throat, ignoring the veritable fountain of blood that poured out and its grasping hands at her throat. Don’t let up until you know they’re down. She was ready to stab it again as the creature fell to the tile floor and collapsed, its hands falling away from her.
“GUYS?” Abi called down the hall, not taking her eyes off the mirror creature. It resembled a woman in a white gown, she now took time to notice. If that bitch moved so much as a flutter, Abi was ready to get back to ruining her hair scissors even more--but it remained motionless.
Still staring at the heap of white tulle and bright red blood, she called out behind her again. “I…may have messed up the bathroom! Like a lot!”