Death and Dinner.

"I have to say you outdone yourself on this dinner Michelle." Ryan stated, chewing his food. "The chicken taste better than the stores too." The woman shared a smile with her friend as she sat down in her chair holding her fork. "That's because we got it from mister Harden. He raises chickens now..it's hard to find them around here." Everyone shared a quick laugh and the subject began to die as they ate, no one really daring to talk. No one but Krism.

"So Ryan as you know, Michelle and I want a child.." She started, swallowing her food. "I keep thinking girl but she wants a boy. Which one do you think is better to have?"

The question made silence fall between them all and Michelle gave him an uneasy stare. She knew her wife could trigger something within him. "Um," Ryan sighed out as he sat his fork down. "Well, I can't tell you about boys but I know when I was little I was a handful to handle. Always reckless. Of course you guys know I had it rough though..girls now..they're the sweetest you can get if you raise them right, always smiling too. They get into trouble but you just have to scold them once and they should get it.."

Bryce smiled lightly as he looked to his husband who was zoned out in another world, fingers messing with the locket on his chest. He was proud of him for not breaking down. If it was him telling them he would've cried like a baby.

"Thank you! That's exactly what I told her but she wants a boy and I just don't see myself handling the trouble."

Michelle rolled her eyes as she ate her food again, eyes now away from Ryan. "We can have a girl but I want a boy somewhere down the road." Her smile widen as she said that. "And you'll get one."

•Later...

Bryce and Ryan stood at the door with a smile as they said their goodbyes. It was almost midnight and they had to be home to get some sleep since one of them had a meeting tomorrow and the other had to bake goods for some Christmas event he was attending with Smitty.

Michelle waved them off and closed the door behind her before watching as Krism put away the last dish and joined her in the living room. "You coming to bed?" She asked, pulling a purple strand of hair behind her ear. "It's pretty late.." The other woman just shook her head lightly as she held up her hand and said, "I have to get that work done. Also I don't want you to be late tomorrow so go to bed."

The other woman frowned before kissing her cheek and heading upstairs to leave the other alone. Krism sighed deeply as she walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine before she began to pour it slowly. Suddenly she heard the floor behind her creak which caused her to smile faintly. "Michelle I thought I told you to go to be–" A gasp cut her off as a hand wrapped around her mouth and a sudden pain flew through her body.

As much as she wanted to scream she couldn't. Her eyes began to roll in the back of her head as blood began to coat the knife inside her chest. Suddenly everything went black.

Michelle jumped at the sound of a thud breaking through her home. Her hands jerked the pair of pants up in a hurry and she waited to listen for her wife to say she was okay. Four minutes had seemed to pass her before she finally walked out of the room and stood beside the stairs, "Krism? Baby you okay?" Silence. Now things were worrying her.

"Michelle,"

That voice made her freeze and her breathing hitched as she realized it wasn't her wife but it was a cold voice. A man's voice. She turned around slowly before coming face to face with a tall lanky man wearing a doll mask.

"She's dead."

Her eyes widen as she went to back up only to trip on the stairs and fall down them, landing with a loud thud. Michelle's vision blurred and her hearing rang but she pulled herself up enough to look around. She reached out in hopes of crawling only to feel her hair be grabbed and jerked back, she let out a cry.

"Michelle your sins are forgiven."

She let out a broken chuckle and gave a choked  cry when he pulled her hair back more. She took a deep breath as he placed the blade to her throat, it's pointy edge resting on her skin. "Hah..oh please, you know my sins can't be cleared by some man who thinks he's a saint..and you know," she paused. "This won't bring back your sister."