A/N :

Some of you wanted to know more about Mrs. Bats so I did a small backstory on her for you to not absolutely hate her. I know it's weird of me but she almost represents our worst sides. ^^

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"Mr and Mrs Bats I am sorry to inform you that your daughter Angela has yet caused us more trouble this week", the principal told them solemnly.

"My dear Angela?", the mother exclaimed. 

The principal rolled her eyes. In such cases their children always became "my dear".

"Yes I'm afraid so. Apparently, Angela wants every other person to call her Mrs.Bats", the principal spoke carefully.

Both the parents were taken aback.

"Is there anything that happened with her lately?"

The father leaned forward on the table. He was a religious man and their younger daughter May was a really sweet student and had caused no trouble in contrary to her sister. The man looked worried but also adamant to not believe anything that she had been complaining about Angela since the beginning of the year.

"Angela.... she recently became pregnant. A few months back. Her boyfriend obviously ran away but she wanted to have the baby anyway. We forcefully had her abort it because having an illegitimate child is sinful. It took a toll on her I guess.", he explained.

The principal simply nodded not too surprised. Such cases happened a lot around the country. The father continued.

"She will come around some time later. You know how kids are right?"

No I don't.

The principal sighed. Her job simply became a hundred times harder than before.

"Sir, she stabbed a girl in the eye with a pencil. That poor child probably lost her sight. All for not calling her Mrs. Bats. I wouldn't call that a toll on her head sir ", she said.

The mother shrugged unbotheredly.

"The child should have just said what she was told. It's not only our girl's fault. We will tell her to control herself though."

These people are mentally disabled beings!

The principal ignored the woman and folded her hands to emphasise the importance of the matter.

"According to me, the shock must have been huge to unleash her inner hidden demons like this. I think you should meet up with Dr. Scott. He's a well known and a rather cheap psychologist. It will help her condition."

On hearing this the mother gasped and the father simply got up from his seat.

"There's nothing wrong with Angela. She's just eighteen! She'll come around. If needed we'll dip her in Holy water a hundred times but our girl is as healthy as Jesus' baked potatoes.", he declared angrily.

Then both of them departed from the room.

The principal wasn't sure if he was serious or meant it like a joke.

The principal sighed and massaged her temple when she heard a click of the door. When she looked up, she saw Angela standing right in front of her with a bloodied pencil.

"Angela?", she asked in wonder. She should have wondered more about the pencil in her hand than her presence in her office though.

"Mrs.Bats", Angela corrected her with a small grin.

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Marilene felt the air rush out of her when a hand clamped on her mouth and her nose blocking all of her respiratory tracts.

She weakly scratched at the hands until she was brought out of the basement and dropped behind a small bush.

Marilene began to cough and gasped for air.

"It's me dipshit! Be quiet", Steve whispered furiously behind her ears.

He forced her to lie low and stealthily glanced from the bushes.

"The cops will be here soon but we first need to help Chris", he spoke hurriedly.

"Why?", she asked.

"Because the dimwit is badly hurt. I saw her stab him in the stomach with a friggin' knife! She was coming to get you so I had to rescue you first." , he explained.

Both of them were now looking at the basement and then at the house. None of them spoke a word. They were like a bunch of spies who just communicated through their movements and eyes.

"There she goes", he mumbled.

They saw Mrs.Bats trot down the steps. As soon as she entered the stairway both of them made a noiseless run towards the house. 

"Stand at the doorway and keep a watch out for the aunt. If she comes then just shout and run. Don't wait and just escape.", Steve told Marilene.

"I'll do everything apart from the the last part", she replied.

"You don't understand. I saw what she she did to Chris!", he pressed on.

"Go on. Just trust me", she said.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

Steve turned to go and Marilene turned the other way round to look outside. Suddenly she was pulled around and Steve kissed her furiously. Marilene strangely kissed back. He tangled her roughly in his arms before he pulled apart.

Even though it was barely ten seconds long, Marilene thought that her body was caught up in flames. But she was also embarrassed of the entire ordeal.

"You'll be okay?", he asked softly.

"Yes! Go!", she managed to say.

He nodded and gave her wrist a little comforting squeeze. Then he left like the wind to Chris' aid.

When he arrived to the kitchen he nearly fainted due to the shock. Even though he was studying medicine he still didn't like the sight of blood. To him it was a grissly and squishy liquid which if left alone for long became thicker and harder and more gooey.

There was Chris lying on a pool of blood with his hands pressing on his wound. 

Steve looked around to find nothing that could make Chris more comfortable. He quickly bent over and lightly slapped Chris' cheeks to keep him awake. Chris was a little peeked up and his breaths came in small shallow intakes. His unfocused and watery eyes drooped every now and then.

"Stay with me. Stay with me Chris", Steve said to him.

"Hmmmm", Chris grunted.

"Can you stand for a bit? If we just go to the sofa there.....", he trailed off, pointing to the drawing room.

"I...I...can....try...", Chris spoke amidst small gasps.

Steve first sat him up carefully and sprinkled some tap water on his face. It was important that he be still and gentle with Chris because knife wounds were quite painful. They hurt like fire running up your arms and stomach and through your entire body. Red hot pain.

He put Chris' arm around him and on the count of three heaved him on his feet.

Why does he weigh so much?!

With slow and heavy steps they finally reached the couch. Steve laid him down and wiped the sweat off both of their brows with his t-shirt. Chris beckoned him closer and whispered into his ears.

"You... rea-really st....stink!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So funny. I'm rolling on the floor", Steve said sarcastically.

Then he ran to the kitchen to get a piece of cloth and water.

. . . . .

All this while Marilene had her eyes glued to the basement having no idea that Mrs.Bats had a secret passageway from the basement to who knew which part of the house.

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