Sketch and River meet (FINISHED!!!)

  Sketch crawled inside of the house. About ten lived here with one one the way. But that one won't ever see the sun. Sketch looked at the sleeping eight year old sleeping soundly in his soft bed. Sketch glared in pure envy. Where she and her pets lived was an old, cold hotel. They were low on food and sometimes go for days with empty stomachs.

  Sketch's stomach growled loud enough to wake the boy beneath her. As soon as his brown eyes flew open, Sketch dropped down on him, he cried out softly from behind her gloved hand. He was gagged and tied up. Sketch dragged the kid into the living room and set his shaking form on the coffee table. She then went around and sealed all of the doors shut with her glowing demon pencil. She then turned to the boy who was starting to cry. Sketch tsked and smiled a sweet yet mad smile.

  "Now now, we don't have to cry young one. Can you see that I'm trying to free you from this hell?" The small child immediately understood that he was going to die and began to squirm and let out muffled screams. Sketch held him down and shoved her knife in his chest. The cloth gagging the boy began to turn red as the blade was pulled down. Sketch opened him up and held her pencil over the opened body. It wasn't for extra light since Sketch had night vision. She watched as most of the blood flowed out of the body and into it. After a few moments Sketch tore most of the still working organs out. The boy was near death. But Sketch opened up her mouth by unzipping her cheeks and chomping down on the small throat. Special venom spread throughout the remains of the boy, new blood filling him up. His body began to spazz out and jerk in awkward forms. He was able to scream out in pain after the now bloody cloth was removed.

  Sketch began to hum her mother's lullaby that was sung to her when she was young. Suddenly, a small memory filled the mutant's mind. When Sketch was still a little girl, her mother taught another woman the song. Apparently, she had two girls, at that time much older than her. The woman died some years later and mom was a little shocked. Maybe they used to work together or were friends since they were kids. Sketch shrugged off the memory and watched as the family ran in. She then lunged at the nearest teenager.

  Elsewhere-

  A tall faceless man stood over a young girl who was in her early twenties. A struggling killer with a burned face tried to get out of the tall man's grip as he began to tell the masked girl about a new prize.

  'Now, River. I want you to go on your first solo hunt. A young former human has been killing the innocent for about two months. She is powerful but I think you can manage.' The slender figure explained how this used to be a normal girl with not much of any problems, only a mild case of asthma, and that she became a human experiment to be sold to the military. One of the scientists bailed her out but was injured, making the last bit of sanity snap in half 'She has lost her humanity and snapped because of lack of light and love.'

  The blonde girl nodded. She pulled at her spiked gloves, checking to see if any of her special mixes were falling out. Jeff was put down and the Slender man and River vanished. They reapered in the house. Slender hid in the shadows to watch River on her first solo. Around her, the ten bodies lay sprawled out. A decapitated hand twitched as the masked woman began to listen to a lullaby being hummed in a strong vibrating voice. A normal person would have called over passed out, but River was used to this by talking to Slendy. She smiled as she recognized the song. Her mother sang that to her when she was young. Soon, the killer was found, sitting on the ceiling and doodling as she hummed. Her red stained ear twitched. River watched as the killer looked to her with large orange eyes. 

  "Mama used to hum that to me." she smile 'sweetly'. River's responce shocked her, though she kept it hidden. 

  "Same here, its nice to hear it again." River was reminded of Jeff when she noticed the zippers imbedded into the girl's cheeks. She flipped off of the ceiling like an acrobat, landing with perfect form. She looked at River with as much 'kindness' as she could manage.

 "I'm River, you are?"

 "Sketch, nice to meet you." River smiled from under her mask, thinking about how kind this young girl was considering her past. Maybe the others could learn something called 'manners' from her. Especially Jeff. Well, lets hope she cooperates with this...

 "Well, Sketch, I was sent here to collect you an-" River was cut off when the mutant teen attacked her, feeling very offended thinking that this River was thinking that she was stupid enough to just hand herself in. She must be some kind of police officer.

 River tried to punch her with those small and pathetic spikes, but she missed (A/N: i love Riv's gloves, but Sketch, being Sketch, has no idea that they are drugged and thinks that they're useless). Sketch ran up the wall and jumped behind the masked collector, as she has decided to call her. Again, River punched at the hissing girl who again dodged and stabbed her arm, her leather jacket not helping to block the attack. River kicked Sketch's leg in, making her stumble forward. She tried to drug her, but Sketch leaned and quickened her fall and she rolled under Riv's legs. For the first time, Sketch was glad that she was put through all that combat training back at the lab.
 
 Sketch slashed at River's throat, missing it by a hair. Her eyes glowed brightly with hate and amusment as she watched her opponet stumble over the once pregnat woman's arm. Her unborn baby boy visable to the dreaded world. Riv fell back, and Sketch took this moment to pounce on her. But before her feet reached the ground, River kicked her square in the stomatche and sent her flying to the wall. Sketch have a faint grunt of pain and looked at the masked woman in pure hatred.

 "NO ONE WILL COLLECT ME!!" She shreiked, sounding like a stubborn child. Again, River was reminded of Jeff. She leapt from the wall, unzipping her mouth to reveal all of her razor sharp teeth with bits of eyes that still needed to be picked out. River rolled out of the way and got up. Sketch turned to her and charged, this time, she used her pencil. a blue line lashed out at River, who jumped in time to see the body of the small boy get sliced in half, red steam floated from where the line hit. Sketch continued to slash at Riv, who managed to escape each assult. Soon the teen decided to fuse her pencil and knife together, she hasn't mastered that trick yet, but this 22 year old just had to go.

 "I'M ENDING THIS!" She screamed, along with a completely insane smile. she swung the sword down at River, who let out a scream of surprise and fear. It was music to the crazy girl's ears. All four of them. But she spotted an impossibly tall figure standing out in the hall. It destracted her and she slowed down. Once the sword hit bare ground, Sketch just stared blankly at it. She was gone. Not even a drop of blood from her stab wound or a hair. She just disapeared.

 Sketch groaned in pain as her stomatche bagan to react to that powerful kick. She vomited in one of the corpses and to make things worse her asthma started acting up in the middle of it. She tried to take deep breaths and sat down.

 "Stupid, retched....ug..... *retch*.... i, i gotta go home..."

 Back at the place called 'home', Sketch sat on the roof in deep thought, her eyes were dim as she sulked in the moonlight. A faint smile turned up the corners of her lips and her eyes squinted.

 "I must attmit, that was fun! I hope I run into you soon, River..."