Via turned around and glowered at her,"You keep that blood-thirsty b*****d away from me!" She yelled back. Turning she began to run tears streaming down her face. She looked up at the moon again and began to scream in pain when a long pair of claws emerged from her knuckles. Running even faster she had to find a place away from the moon she found a small shack a few miles down and slid in there yelling and screaming and clawing at the metal making sparks fly. Suddenly she stopped and sank to her knees, eyes closed, mouth relaxed but fierce. "I need him," she whispered,"I need him back to me. It was and wasn't my fault." She cried and wrapped her arms around her legs and began to rock back and forth singing.
"Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack.
All dressed in black, black, black.
She has a knife, knife, knife,
stuck in her back, back, back.
She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe.
She cannot cry, cry, cry.
That's why she begs, begs,begs,
She begs to die, die, die."
"Ms. Mary Mack, Mack, Mack.
All dressed in black, black, black.
She has a knife, knife, knife,
stuck in her back, back, back.
She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe.
She cannot cry, cry, cry.
That's why she begs, begs,begs,
She begs to die, die, die."
