Iron Maiden's face fills the screen, her eyes wide and manic, her teeth gritted together in a ghoulish smile.
Iron Maiden: "Games! I like to play games! The rougher, the better! And you know what I hear? I hear that Trinity Jones thinks that she's pretty rough to play with it!"
The camera scopes back to draw in a full shot, where Iron Maiden is perched on a small, plastic chair. Far more suitable for a child than such a rough and violent adult female. Iron Maiden bounces up and down on the chair that she is seated on, rocking back and forth violently as she cackles and screams in jubilation.
Iron Maiden: "Yes! Yes yes yes! Finally! Twisted Sister had her special playmate in Delia darling! Anthrax had his in Ben Jordan! And now me! It's my turn! It's my turn to have someone special to play with, all mine! Nobody else! No sharing!"
She claps her hands together and leans backward in her chair, stretching her body in manic glee, her fingers twitching and feet swaying from left to right, over and over. She suddenly screams in a blood curdling, deafening manner, and bolts upright in a seated position.
Iron Maiden: "Is it true, Trinity? My new bestie!? Can you fight!? Can you play with me and hold your own!?"
She tilts her head to the side, her eyes remaining wide and never blinking.
Iron Maiden: "You wouldn't lie to me, would you? We are best friends now and all, and soon..."
She smiles, and a throaty chuckle is heard. Her head tilt from left to right, one fluid, smooth motion that continues on.
Iron Maiden: "Soon Trinity, we'll be blood sisters! Doesn't that sound nice? Hm? Fun, even? I spill your blood, you try to spill mine. I can bring a few toys, and, oh...!"
She holds up a finger.
Iron Maiden: "Maybe I can bring a friend or two! The more, the scarier -- amIright??? So much fun to be had! So many memories to make! But don't you worry, little Trinity. You won't forget anything about what happens on our little play date, no matter how much you might want to. I won't let you...."
Her hand rises, showing that she is holding a razor sharp meat cleaver in her grasp. She waves it back and forth before the screen , her eyes following the movement as if the light glaring off the metal has her transfixed.
Iron Maiden: "I'll carve the memories of everything between us right into you."
She brings the cleaver right down into the plastic table in front of her an the very real and very sharp blade embeds itself deep! Iron maiden tilts her head back and screams and laughs as the camera winks out.
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