the Wednesday Children II

The grand father clock continued its insessent ticking, but that was the only sound in the room as the tradgidy was sinking into the young Wednesdays. "Are you sure they are dead?" Charolotte asked finally. "Yes, Dunbar dispached of them quckly." Nicholas replied, "Well, not quckly enough really. Mother still tried to climb the stairs to us, but it was futile. Her throat was cut too deep, and she couldnt breath. It was scarry to hear."
"Why did'nt you say anything?" Charolette said angrly. "Perhaps we could have stopped Dunbar!" While none of the wednesday children felt any real attatchment to their parents, it was still nice to know they had parents. David and Isabelle did indeed love their children, but were never around enough to tell them this, which is a ture tradgidy. The only person who knew how they really felt about their children was Nicholas. And only when he could read his dying mothers last thought; "...my children."
Nicholas put down his book and stood up. He walked over to the nursery door and locked it, then shoved a dresser in front of it. "Why are you doing that, you silly thing?" Charlotte asked with frustration in her voice. "She has a gun, and she's coming to get us." Katrina ripped the last head off of her doll and proceded to the second part of her macabre hobby: hanging the dolls heads by their hair to the celing above her bed. She seemed totally unphazed by the unfolding events, but the did indeed effect her. After she layd down to admire her work, she suddenly realized that she would have no more dolls to preforme unnessisary surgery on. Dunbar had taken away her only source of entertainment. These doll house murders were truly something she loved. She'd done this since she could remember, and her parents always seemed to look past the horrific distruction and fantacys of real crimes she longed to commit channeld into her dolls, to see a pure artist with in. This was her escape, and Dunbar had taken it away from her. Katrina felt a swelling of a new emotion in her she could not keep bottled up. What was this welling within her? Fear...anger...sadness? Nicholas watched his sister and could hear her inner thoughts as though she were speaking them out loud. She shot up from her bed and flew to the door of the nursery and with one arm, threw the dresser out from in front of the door and across the room and broke open the door to see Nanny Dunbar standing their with a sick sadistic smile on her blood splatterd face. "Children, you've been misbehaving again." She said, but a second later, Katrina slahed her face ripping out her left eye. Dunbar screamed in pain. Katrian then pushed the heavy set woman down the stairs hopeing the fall would kill her, and slammed the door shut. Charlotte could see tears in the young girls eyes mixed with a hatered she'd never expected to see.
"We must leave." Nicholas said, translaiting her thoughts, "Either Dunbar will kill us, or she will have the police come and arrest us. Then we'll be separated and tried for murder. We're going to be set up to make it look like we killed Mother and Father, then tried to finish Dunbar off." Charolettes eyes grew wide. "How do you know?"
Nicholas tired to hear her responce, but Katrinas eyes locked on him and it just sounded like static. "She's right. Dunbar will set us up." A scream came from down stairs and they heard the front door slam open. Another blood curdling scream was heard as Nanny Dunbar ran outside seeking help. Charlotte knew that Katrina was right; Dunbar would come after them with the authorities, and testify against them for muder. Nicholas would probably be hung, and she and Katrina would be separated; Katrina in an insane asylum, and Charlotte left to rot in jail. She took one last look around the nursery, and rememberd all the horrible things that had happend to them in there. She thought about the rest of the house, and every thing that thier parents had inadvertently put them through. This house had nothing but bad memories. All the ghosts of their past were haunting them in here. They had no reason to stay.
"Very well, lets go."
"Should'nt we grab something? Some supplys? Where are we going anyways?"  Nicholas asked with a look of confustion. He had no idea what they would do from here on out. They had no relitives in Massachusets, or even on the East coast. They were ostrisized from their peers for fear of Katrina, and did'nt really know anybody other than Nanny Dubar, and their parents. Charolotte thought quickly and looked out the window to see the rail car rolling off into the distance. It's traks snaking through Boston, and eventually leading into the Appilachians. Perhaps it was worth a try.
"The train. We shall ride it into the hills. Nanny Dunbar will never find us, nor will any authorities." She said confidently.
"Then we'll need proper clothing, and perhaps a little food." Nicholas suggested,
"And money."
Throughout all this Katrina sat motionless on the foot of her bed, staring into space. What was this about? Why was this happening? Had God not created enough missery upon her and her siblings already? When would this end? Feeling pitty for her self was not something Katrina did until now. New emotions kept on welling up in her. She felt guilty that she'd not taken the time to get to know her parents better. Even when they were home, she did her best to avioid them.