What'cha Gonna Do When They Come For You?

Silence vibrated in the empty night sky. A few lone stars were stranded from the packs of light. The moon shone a bright glare onto the wet grass and sidewalk. A cricket chirped in the distance.
Dane awoke from his slumber.
His dim night-light was flickering on and off, on and off in a steady rhythm. His scale-model sailboat hung from the wall, casting an unusual shadow. His baseball bat leaned against the windowsill of the opened window. Several minutes passed as Dane tried to fall back into sleep. His night-light hissed as it burned out, making Dane gasp. But even after the night-light lost life, there remained a soft glow in the room. Dane closed his eyes, assuming it was a street light.
He suddenly became aware of his heartbeat. He shot his eyes open, snapping out of dreamland and into reality.
Two golden globes were floating in the air, blinking. Eyes.
Dane jumped back and crashed to the ground. Slowly, he pulled himself back onto the bed. A face was gradually materializing around the golden eyes. The came the hair, the shoulders, the torso, and the rest of the body.
And there she was. A girl, standing in his room. She flipped her two black pigtails around and dusted off her gray robe. Dane could just stare at this insane woman before him.
Once she was done adjusting herself, she faced Dane.
"Aw, so young," she said in a syrupy-sweet voice. "Too bad, so sad, gotta kill a young lad!"
"Kill...?" Dane asked.
"Honey, how else do you expect me o get rid of you. And it's not my fault, it's yours. You're the idiot who decided to do bad things."
"Huh? What have I done?"
"Oh, you ask what you have done?
We're more concerned about what's to come."
Dane could almost hear the heart at the end of her every sentence. He wanted to run, but that wasn't an option. Running out of a room when some girl's threatening - no, promising - to kill you? Better to keep her talking instead of her pulling out a knife.
"Doesn't know he'll ruin his life, oh my.
Being the kid who doesn't let sleeping dogs lie.
Hiding from pain, doesn't know what to do.
Hate crimes and murder will surely ensue."
"Okay, just what the heck are you talking about?"
"Ugh, so incompetent. You're going t be a bad kid when yuo grow up. So I'm here to stop you before you start."
"I'm gonna do what?"
"What? My goodness! He doesn't know.
But what his future foreholds, I'll never show.
"Anyway," she said, "getting back to business."
She pulled out her weapon of choice: an eight-foot tall scythe that was so sharp you could kill someone with just a gentle poke. The scythe's pink, intricate designs seemed luminescent in the moonlight. Th girl smiled at Dane's reaction. A toothy grin.
"Okay, I could say there's be no pain, but then I'd be lying. It does hurt. But it hurts less if you stay still. They used to say that all the time at the doctor's office, right? They aways said it to me. Before I died, that is."
Dane was being restrained by some invisible force, transparent chains binding his body to the bed. He started thrashing around. "What do you mean, dead?!" he howled. "And what gives you the right to say that I'll bed bad?! I'm not bad! I won't bed bad! You stupid, stupid-"
There was the sound of a blade falling through the air and then silence.
The girl inspected her work. She had stabbed him straight through the heart. Death was making its way down to him. Already the world was starting to deteriorate around him. The scythe was blocking most of the blood flow, but there were a few spurts of red coming out. The scythe had lodged itself in pretty good, so it took a few tugs to release it from his body. The pull, however, had such force that it banged against the ceiling and came crashing back down. This time it rammed into his forehead. There was the crack of bone breaking, and this time she gently eased it out. It was like opening a shook-up can of soda. The wound exploded to life, his face instantly drenched in ruby.
"Oops," she giggled. "Ah, I hate the jumpy ones. They make it a lot messier than it needs to be."
Spinning her scythe like a baton, she exited.
"Time for my next customer!"