ROSE "THE DOLLMAKER" VALENTINO
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She had no children, only dolls. And if you see her in your dreams, be sure you never, ever scream.[/b]
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The calming voice of Nick Cave filled the little apartment; she had always had a soft spot for Nick Cave. Partially because his voice seemed to keep her calm when she was working, Today's song was the same as yesterdays and the day before that. She had found that the song 'O' Children' seemed to keep her from going berserk. Not that it would take her long to break that is if she let herself go. Of course she would never let that happen, she just had too much too lose if she let herself break. After all, she had to show this city that she meant business. She had gone through all the trouble of gathering the four mob bosses, all the trouble of making the note untraceable, and mostly all the trouble of throwing every one off her trail. She could afford to slip up or let her mind break. Well further than it already was. She had moved to this town about a year ago, everything that could throw it’s self at her did. She hated it, it was filthy, polluted, everyone would rather kill you than look at you, and most of all they killed her would be husband. Perhaps that’s what started this deadly crusade. He had given her everything, and then suddenly the one thing she wanted the most was ripped from her, beaten down by the forces under that vile damn Officer Grey. She tried to talk to him, but nothing came of it, he apologized and told her the case was being looked over. That wasn’t good enough for her, but grief overwhelmed her and she practically disappeared for a few months. During those months she had gone through two separate breakdowns. One that shattered her emotions and one that twisted her thoughts. She had always had issues, but his death, death and Officer Grey’s in ability to help her, brought out the best in her. Or the worst of her, one couldn’t be so sure. She had started having people over, but they wouldn’t leave. The land lady tried to figure out why, but couldn‘t until one day she too went missing. She started talking to herself, her house smelt of blood, apples, and tea all the time, She began thinking that people were toys. And to her they were, if people wanted to play games, who was she to back down?
Somewhere in the depth of her mind, where there still lived a human part of her, she knew that this was wrong, that Anthony wouldn’t want this that she was crazy and most of all, she would get caught, but right now she didn't have time to deal with that. Not while there was a pretty little girl laying weeping tied to a filthy little bed begging for her life. She made sure her gloves where on properly as she moved. She moved with a grace that a ballerina could be envious of. Leaning over the frightened woman, her fingertips dancing over the woman's skin, which was warm from fear. She dipped her face low her lips bushing against the frightened woman's. The woman whimpered, something that the woman got her kicks from.
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Please, what are you going to do to me?” the girl didn't get the response from the woman, instead, the frightened woman knew that she would never make it home to her dull life, that she would never see her boyfriend again, instead she was going to die in this little apartment, on this dirty bed, was that blood? Fantastic. In one movement she felt her dress being cut, she felt the material being torn away from her body, the girl shivered. She was being straddled and once again the kidnapper lowered her mouth to the other's, and suddenly the victim gasped, cold metal was dancing across her now exposed skin, the victim didn't even feel that the metal was actually a finely sharpened scalpel, it wasn't until her captor's warm breath hit the incision. The victim tried to wiggle away, only to have the captor's fingernail's dig in the cut and rip lightly trailing the crimson life giving substance across the victim's lightly tanned skin. “
P-please, stop.” the captor's tongue lightly trailed the lines of blood, and once she got to top where the incision stopped short of the victim's neck she bit down, pulling back, her lips painted with the blood, the victim attempted to scream, but she pressed down with her thumb making the woman's voice fall short.
Another whimper caused the captor to release and smirk.
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You taste sweet.” was the first words from her captor that the victim heard. “
I like it.” the captor moved from straddling the girl to across the room in another graceful movement, The captor’s eyes looked to the victim through a mirror, blue eyes found tearing brown eyes and a smirk crossed the captor’s lips.
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Who—Who are you?” the girl asked, her voice shaking. “
Please, just let me go.”
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My name is Rose, I can give you that before you die…” she said grabbing a dirty syringe from the table in front of the mirror she was watching her victim through. She walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of something that wasn’t marked, it was a light blue liquid. She took the syringe and dipped it in the liquid mix, and pulling the mix into the chamber. Once again she moved to the victim, holding the girls face and kissing her one last time before she gently let the tip of the needle find its way under the woman's skin, and into her veins. In three minutes, time, the girl stopped moving and Rose began her work.
The scalpel moved gracefully, and the warm blood happily escaped its previous owner. Once the cut was deep enough Rose’s hands found their way inside the skin, at first just her finger tips, then the rest of the fingers ripping the skin as she went, until she could fit her hands in the opened area. She found the woman’s chest plate and smirked, the woman’s blood was warm. In a sudden crack Rose was starting to pull organs out of the body. Rose was sloppily throwing them onto the ground; after all she had no use for them. The process took a few minutes, after all she wasn’t being delicate with the insides, no one but the coroner would see them. She moved again, this time to the bathroom, which she had been letting the water run in the sink, she washed the blood off of her arms and gloves, and returned to the cadaver with a spool of medical thread, that had been sitting on the counter, she quickly sewed the body back up and pulled it into a sitting position; she walked over to a wardrobe that was located in the corner of the room. She opened it and pulled out a long sleeved white male’s shirt. She returned to the cadaver and quickly put the shirt on the woman.
The process of moving her into the living room was harder than Rose had expected. However, she managed and threw the girl on the couch, moving her into a sitting position next to another body. This one was a male, his neck had been slashed open and stitched up. He was wearing a business suit, Rose just loved playing dress up. She moved the male cadaver’s stiff arm around the female’s shoulders and smirked at her work. A note was taped to the television. Its contents were mainly rambling about how the cadaver’s names were Timothy Leon, and Samantha Wolfe. It too was signed ‘The DollMaker.’
The woman wandered back to the bedroom shed the bloody outfit and took it to the bathtub; she then took the mixture and poured it over the bloody white dress. She would miss the white backless number, but it was worth it, each time she killed and the police couldn’t track it, Rose felt oddly proud. She struck a match and threw the lit match into the bathtub the soaked garments went up in a blaze and she turned leaving the room, she quickly grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black wife beater shirt that she had brought along. On her way out of the apartment she looked at her work with a smile. She grabbed her tools and threw them into a plastic bag slipping them into the bottom of her purse. Slipping out of the house she made her way downstairs nodding as she passed the mail man. “Lovely weather we are having aren’t we.” Sarcasm filled her voice, as she opened the front door and wandered out into the snow covered streets.
Winter, she hated it so. Hell she hated this town, she didn’t know why she decided to stay in it, she could have left. It would have been easy too; all she needed was to ask a few friends to let her stay with them. Oh wait who was she kidding, she didn’t have friends anymore. Her thoughts engulfed her as she walked, she thought about what would have happened if she didn’t stay in this town. All the people that would still be alive, all the worthless people. A shiver ran down her back, she had a job to do, if the world wasn’t going to play nice neither would she. She would kill as many people as it took to make Gray see that she wasn’t kidding. That all it took was one little bad thing to make a fucking monster. She knew she was a monster, oh she knew. But she just didn’t care anymore. She was too far gone to be saved, she knew that Anthony wouldn’t have wanted this, but she just couldn’t. She had made her bed and now it was time to sleep in it. She had really started to believe that this was the right thing to do, kill. What she had left of moral ambiguity was disgusted with her, but it wasn’t like she really cared, all she could do was finish the game she started. The police took away her husband now she was going to play a deadly game of hide and seek.
Three Years ago today;She had made a name for herself, a wonderful name. The Dollmaker, people feared that they would be next, and if she had gotten the chance everyone in this filthy city would have been next. That was until the Bat got to close to her, that damn batman. Why did he insist on getting involved in this game, she had never expressed interest in playing with that bat. Only Officer Gray. So that night she disappeared moved from her apartment went to Star City. Funny thing was, she just couldn’t break her old ways. Made friends with the wrong crowd, she didn’t care. She had remarried, some man, his name escaped her, Jason, Jared, failure. It didn’t matter to her; he was only money in her eyes, and a place to hide.
One month ago;Then she had gotten a letter, someone knew she was The Dollmaker, someone called her out. Her then husband read the letter first, tried to make sense of it, and then tried to turn Rose in. She couldn’t have that. So she killed him too. She made it look like suicide. The officers didn’t question her too much; she cried most of the interviews.
Two weeks ago; Gotham hadn’t changed a bit. She wandered down the same old alleys, the same old streets, but the name Dollmaker didn’t seem to be on the wind anymore. Now it was the Royal Courts and The Oz Killer. It was mildly depressing. She had found this “King” fellow and had a wonderful little chat with him.
He expressed his willingness for her to be a subject in his court, while she expressed her disinterest and told the King what she thought of his little organization. Of course that wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever done, and it ended with her leaving. Later that night she was confronted by three different “Cards” of course the poor cards didn’t know what hit them. It seemed Rose didn’t lose her touch. The Cards were killed, in a fight that even batman could be proud of, Rose was never one for real physical fights, but god damn it the three cards tried to touch her first, and she couldn’t have that. With the three battered and torn she gutted them and left them on the doorstep of the Gotham PD. With a letter that read:
“Dear Jim,
These are three of the Royal Court’s assassins, they came into my house and tried to kill me, the rules have changed now. This is my house once again, and it’s time I do a little cleaning. Gordon don’t stand in my way, and tell your precious Officer Gray that he’s next.
Remember Jim, I am the Doll that sits and waits I am the one that choses fates.
-The Dollmaker.”
Sown into the ‘Cards’ mouths were roses. Classy. Or at least Rose thought so. That marked a bad start to Rose’s return to Gotham. With her killing the King’s Cards, he put a bounty on her head. Sad really, here Rose thought they could be mature and handle this like adults. But she was sadly mistaken, Rose started to become more reclusive and rarely left her house. Pandora, Rose’s close friend and seemingly partner in crime came with her when she went out.
Whenshe went out.
TodayHer phone went off, such a rude awakening. It seems she had missed the call, how
disappointing, she had flipped back over and tried to return to sleep, but something nagged at her until she listened to the voice mail, it seemed Pandora had decided to phone her. How sweet, oh and there was something going on at The Gotham Gazette. How interesting. Rose decided it was time to get dressed and see what this hullaballoo was.
She decided tonight would be a White knit dress featuring a fine fringed hemline and back with a Chevron knit motif. Bateau neck, Long sleeves, The Hemline finished at the lower thighs. She pinned her hair up into a tight bun, and did her make up, and wandered out of her house locking the door she wandered down to the street. She waved a taxi down and got in, directing him to go to the Gotham Gazette, much to the man’s disapproval and him trying to tell her what was going on, he took her a block away. She got out of the car and paid the man. Her strides were long as her white high heels clicked against the pavement, her eyes scanning for Pandora, she caught the familiar form of her friend and two new faces. Her eyes narrowed as she slowed her fingers finding the two scalpel she hid in her long sleeves.
She made it to Pandora and cleared her throat, “
So…are we watching the world burn?” of all the things she could say…that? Really Rose? Had it been so long? Oh well at least it wasn’t horrible. “
At least we won’t have to read that paper anymore if this goes through.” She said with a shrug. “
No offense.” She said her eyes dancing over Pandora. She returned her gaze to the panic around the building; it was interesting how funny people can get when order is lost.
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House Rules:
1. God came to my house and I killed him.
2. I will kill anyone who comes into my house as I killed God.[/size][/b][/color]
