5+Year+Old+Terror


 * The 5 Year Old Terror**

Alice, why did you do it?" asked the police officer. "Because. . ." Alice replied in her little 5 year old voice. "Cause' why?", questioned the police officer. "Don't know why" Alice replied solemnly shaking her head. "Enough evading the questions Alice" said the officer sternly. "Fine, if you won't tell me why you did it then tell me this. Go on, tell me. How did you do it?" "I did it for Mommy" replied the girl in a whisper. "Just what does your mother have to do with you killing a man?" "Kevin told mommy he would kill her if he saw her again." "Look kid I have no idea what you heard but I know Kevin and he would never threaten anyone." said the officer defensively. "Mommy was scared. Now I am." "Ok kid, whatever you say." he replied with an eye roll. "Peer into my eyes"the girl said with a sly grin. "Quit avoiding the questions and answer me dammit!" "Red, red, red, red, red is the color. . . of blood",sang the little girl. "Shut up kid with that weird nonsense!" said the officer who was now breathing in hysteric pants. "Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock time is running out." sang the girl in a dream-like voice. "Unbelievable, of all the suspects to interrogate I get stuck with the creepy 5 year old in braids." "Victor was already running" told the girl in a very serious voice." "What the hell are you?" questioned the guy who was starting to get sickeningly pale." "Exactly what you should you be asking yourself right now. You should be running like Victor was by now." "Zing", sang the blood as it splat across the wall.