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Mystery Wonder
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I've told everyone to keep their distance, and only come to my aid if thing turned violent between me and the girl. I would rather resolve this with words than violence, even if she was something far more sinister than the young girl she appeared to be.
She was prancing about, humming off-pitch tunes to herself. She had yet to wash the blood off, which made the scene all the more disturbing, but I steeled myself and approached, speaking in the calmest tone I could.
"Hello, Five. How are you doing?" She turned to look to me, wearing that same blank smile she always had. She looked to me for some time, so I continued. "So, what happened in the room? What happened to Nine?"
Her laughter was staticky and distorted, and her voice was that of three at one, all a different tone. "The voice told us to fight. We fought. I won!" She giggled, which sounded as if it echoed upon itself, and I took a step back as she began running her thumb across the blade of the knife. I couldn't notice if he had cut herself through all the blood already present, but I'm going to assume that she did.
"How did you beat him? He looked much stronger than you."
"Would you like for me to show you? You look much stronger than me." She started walking toward me, and I backed away, still waiting to call for help. It was a decision I regretted quickly, as she leaped at me and slashed across my chest, cutting through my shirt and leaving a gash in its wake. One decided that this was reason enough, and charged in, tackling her and pinning her to the ground by her wrists. She didn't take kindly to that, and in response let loose an abyssal, blood-curdling scream, loud enough for the sound waves to be visible! All the guests, myself included, were stunned by this horrifying noise, and Five took this chance to plant her feet against One's chest and kick him away with far more force than a human of her size could manage.
The seedy-looking man recovered soonest, and managed to sneak up behind her. Grabbing we by the shoulders, he swung both himself and the girl toward the typewriter's desk. I had recovered enough to follow through, and slammed into her hard enough to send her crashing into the desk. Neither the desk nor the types righter budged an inch, despite the fact that she had hit it hard enough to knock her into a daze.
Her touching the desk did not draw a scream, though it did draw smoke from her staggered form, an effect I had yet to see. Perhaps it was the force she had hit it with, or maybe the duration of the contact. As I contemplated this, I heard a thunderous roar from behind me, and turned to see One stomping towards the prone Five. He towered over her, and as she looked up to him, covered in the blood of his rival with a grotesque grin on her face, he likely felt no remorse when he kicked her against the desk. One's expression was grim, but remorseless as he continued to stomp her against the agonising surface. When she finally did scream, the only other sound was that of Three's laughter.
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