Chapter 8 This Little Piggy
This Little Piggy
Charlee
The day has come, and I’ve never slept so good in my life.
My parents took Burt out for the day, and I’m guessing it’s to give me some space.
Or maybe it’s because the neighborhood has been in an uproar because of the sudden break-ins and murders happening.
They begged me to go with them, but I refused.
Me and the dolls have plans, and I’m not letting anything get in my way of that.
After using my mother’s car to go to the store, I have everything I need for a successful night.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Olive asks, and I smile sinisterly. I’ve never killed anyone before, but the rage that flows through my veins for everything that has happened lately. I am more than ready.
“I am. Let’s go to June’s first, since she has been left untouched.
” I suggest, but a message on my phone has me stopping in my tracks.
Reaching down for it, I see it’s a mass invite to a party at Vaughns.
I turn the phone around and show it to the girls, and they both smile. “Do we go there?” I ask.
“We need a new plan. You know they will all be there. How can we play this?” Sadie asks, and I plop on my bed and think.
“What if…” I trail off, thinking of just going in there and shutting shit down and killing everyone, but that’s so basic.
“It is very basic, and there is no fun in that,” Olive giggles, and I huff.
“How do we stop the party from even happening?” I ask and Sadie smiles.
“I have an idea,” she says, whispering to Olive.
“Oh, I like that,” she says, as they both climb onto the bed and tell me their grand plan.
Hours later, the police shut down the party, forcing everyone to go home. Apparently, there was a curfew because of the murders, and the sheriff's department got an anonymous tip about a party.
“Well, that was easy.” I say and Olive laughs.
“What’s even better is the three cunt bags are walking home now, I say we lure them to the cemetery,” Sadie says, and I think…
that’s not a half-bad idea. Fuck it. The more time we sit here, the more restless I’m going to get.
My phone pings in my pocket as text after text is sent, and I roll my eyes, knowing exactly who it is.
Taking it out I was right. Fucking Jeremy.
Jer:
I’m a little pissed at you, Sky. No. I’m really fucking mad at you!
Jer:
As a matter of fact, get your ass over here!
Jer:
Sky, I don’t appreciate being fucking ignored!
I almost want to write back, but Olive places her little hand over mine and shakes her head.
“Fuck him. We got shit to do.” She reminds me, and I nod, but my phone vibrates in my hand.
Jer:
You better not be at that party tonight with that boy. So help me, Sky, I will walk in there and take you back to my house, kicking and screaming. Don’t toy with me.
Looking down at Olive, I raise a brow.
“I have to fucking answer him otherwise he will never leave me alone,” I tell her, and she nods.
Me:
I’m not at the party.
Jer:
Well, why aren’t you answering me?
Me:
I was in the shower.
Jer:
I thought we had plans this weekend. It’s Saturday. Tell your parents you are sleeping out. Pack a bag and come over.
Me:
Okay. I’ll see you soon.
Jer:
Good girl.
Closing my phone, I slide it into my pocket and leave my room with the girls at my side.
We leave the house and head down the block.
Olive and Sadie skip ahead of me, hand in hand, singing softly into the night.
It’s eerily quiet out here. All you can hear is the crickets chirping and the sounds of our feet hitting the pavement as we head towards the cemetery.
They will have to pass me to get home since Vaughn lives on the opposite side of the neighborhood than us.
For years, we tried to make a trail next to the gates along Savannah's house to connect us to the next street.
But every time we got anywhere the next day, it would be gone.
Pushing the fence open, I light some candles and play soft music, lighting a joint. I can’t set up deeper in the cemetery because they won’t spot me. I giggle, spinning the dolls around in my arms.
“Alright, alright. You’re going to make me puke.” Olive groans.
“Yeah, I’m getting a little green here,” Sadie adds, and I laugh harder, blowing smoke in their faces.
“You do realize we are dolls and we don’t get high right?” Olive says, and I roll my eyes.
“I hear them coming. I need them to do their thing so forgive me if I’m acting extra childish tonight.” I fire back, and it's her turn to roll her violet eyes.
“Places people,” She barks, and me and Sadie both laugh. “For fucks sake you two. Get it together,” she scolds, only making me laugh harder.
“Well, well. If it isn’t the fat pig, oinking at a bunch of dolls. How pathetic can you get.” Clara spews, and I narrow my eyes.
“That’s rich coming from a bald headed bitch like you,” I taunt, knowing it will only piss her off.
She steps through the gates, coming right for me.
Once she steps into my space, I notice everything goes deadly still, and the air becomes frigid as a sheet of ice forms above me, cracking and popping all around us, creating a dome of protection.
My head whips around to my dolls, and I see Sadie’s hand whirling around us in the circle.
I look up, staring at the ice she created and it's absolutely gorgeous. She looks at me and smiles.
“What the hell is this? Why are we in a dome?” Clara asks in a panic-stricken tone, and I just smile.
“This is creepy, I want to go home.” Donna shivers.
“Yeah, I don’t like this,” June adds as she wraps her arms around her waist.
“Just a little magic so no-one can hear you scream,” Olive says, sinisterly, and they do just that.
Screams permeate through our barrier, and I laugh while the blistering cold wind picks up around us and thick vines crawl out from the trees, wrapping around their bodies, holding them in place as the thorns sink into their flesh.
“What the fuck, this can’t be real!” Clara squeals, thrashing against the vines, which only seem to get tighter the more she moves.
“Hush now, little piggy. Olive is here to guide you through the night.
No need to scream, no need to fear. Nothing to be seen because I’ll wipe away your tears with gasoline.
” Olive sings as I kneel, placing my hands into the earth, letting her energy flow through my veins along with the elements around me.
A vine so green, wraps around my wrist, forming into a whip with a spike on the end.
Another vine wraps my other wrist, forming into a noose that multiplies giving me three in total.
“You got this Charlee, be one with the cold and let it set your body alight. Take your whip and give them the lashing they deserve,” Olive taunts, making a smile spread across my face. Turning my head towards her, she smiles back brightly, along with Sadie.
“One little piggy at a time,” I growl, standing to my feet and sending the whip out in front of me, letting it flow through the air and hitting Clara right above her breast, leaving a slice mark so thick I can see the muscle protruding.
I do this to all three of them, twirling as I go, while Olive sings her song and the three little pig’s screams fill the air.
“Wee, wee, wee, don’t cry, don’t cry, little piggy, with the blade so cold, You beg for mercy, but the night’s reply is a lullaby to scare, not to soothe. You’re safe now, little piggy, rest your head, And say your last goodbyes.”
More screams echo through the dome. I look over to see Sadie lift the nooses, and with a flick of her wrists, she sends them hovering over the three little pigs. Olive continues to sing as the vines are released around the piggies and gasoline is poured down their legs and in a circle around them.
“Wee, wee, wee, don’t cry, don’t cry, This little piggy sharpened the blade carved out the truths no words conveyed. This little piggy begged on her knees but silence answered, pouring gasoline.”
“Ya know we could’ve been friends but no, you worthless little piggy’s are nothing but mean girls and for that.
.. You will burn.” I laugh as Olive looks over at me and I nod.
She points her little fingers, and they ignite, shining a beautiful aura of oranges, reds, and yellows.
Then, she flicks her fingers where the flames dance towards the ground circling the three, and my eyes light up with excitement.
The noose wrapped around each of their necks tightens and lifts them off the ground into the air as the flames lick up their bodies.
“Wee, wee, wee, don’t cry. Don’t cry. For tonight, may this match shine so bright, and the burn seep into your souls, leaving nothing but ash behind.
” Olive sings as I dance around the melting flesh, reveling in the warmth of the flames against my skin and the screams of the three little pigs who hurt me the most.
“Wee, wee, wee, don't cry, don't cry. May you reap what you sow as you burn.” We sing the last part as we listen to them squeal, leaving nothing but ash as they burn.