Genre: Family/Horror/Comedy

Characters: Mindy M., Kim M-L., Manda M-L.

Mako's Message: Alright, well, this is late. All I can say is that shit happens. Also, the length of this chapter isn't because it's late, but rather it's late because it's short. I loved this idea, but I knew I wasn't going to get much out of it so as the list of things of I had to do this weekend piled up, this kept getting pushed back because, "Hey, I've got time. It's only gonna be like, a page anyway."

Then all of a sudden, "oops" it's the 12th.

Anyway, my Mother was a kind, wonderful, and creative woman who I loved dearly but could still scare the crap out of me if she wanted. I'm am absolutely certain that I inherited my creativity from her(She was an award winning florist and painter, my grandmother was an accomplished pianist)

She died when I was seventeen and I was devastated.

Four years or so later, my Father remarried.

My step-mother is a brilliant, patient, and understanding woman who isn't hesitant to call me on my bullshit and I love her dearly.

She's been as much a mother to my middle brother as his biological mother was and then some, and my youngest(and half) brother has formed a permanent familial bond between us.

I honestly don't know what I'd have done without her at times.

The reason I tell you this is because of something we all know. Every family, and every mother, is different, and sometimes people who aren't our "actual" Mother can be just as much or more of a Mother to us than our "real" Mothers. So, if you haven't yet, make sure you tell that special woman in your life, "I love you."

She earned it.

Enjoy this little macabre bit of fluff.

A man sat, bound to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded in a bare room, with concrete walls and floor, lit by a single bare bulb set in the ceiling.

Standing in front of him was a girl of about fourteen. She wore a suit made of a dark purple leather, lined with kevlar, a bright purple wig in a bob cut, and a black mask that two piercingly blue eyes peered out of.

She stood as still as a statue, her feet a shoulder width apart and arms crossed under her breast, gaze fixed and unwavering on the man in front of her.

Time ticked by.

Then, suddenly she moved, as if receiving a signal only she was aware of, and ripped the blindfold off.

The man jerked back and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the harsh light. When he focused on the girl in front of him his eyes went wide with panic before he renewed the struggle he'd long ago given up.

The girl smirked.

She turned and walked to and opened the door. Two people walked in, another girl and a woman. The woman was blindfolded but unbound and she walked in slowly but without aid. She was also dressed in a black suit with purple plating over her chest, shoulders, elbows, forearms, the outside of her thighs and lower legs, and a purple wig pulled back into a ponytail.

The other girl, who couldn't have been much older than ten, was dressed far less creatively but no less effectively, in a baggy black jumpsuit concealing a child sized but otherwise standard kevlar vest, with white gloves and boots fitting tightly and coming halfway towards her elbows and knees, a simple black bandana with eye holes cut into it covering her hair and the upper half of her face.

The man froze, then redoubled his efforts.

The two girls looked at each other.

The older of the two nodded her head and other girl said, "Okay, you can take it off now."

The woman raised her hands and untied the blindfold, blinked as her eyes adjusted, then opened her mouth in shock, "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yup," said the younger girl.

The woman looked at the two girls then asked, "Did your Father help you with this, be-"

"Nope!" the older interrupted, "We got him all by ourselves."

"Wait, so, BOTH of you? On your own?"

The younger bit her lip and looked away before saying, "Yeah."

The woman face split into a wide grin, "Oh girls!" she said, bringing her hands together and up to her mouth, "I'm so proud of you! Give me a hug!" and stretched her arms out.

The two girls hesitated then rushed forward and embraced her.

After a moment the woman pulled back and asked, "So, now that we've got him, what are we gonna do with him?"

"Well," the older girl said, "I was thinking we could cut off his toes, then his feet, then his lower legs..."

The man went pale with horror.

"I like it," the woman said, "But I've got those knives at home-"

"The ones in the wooden box with the latch?"

"Yeah, those."

"We already brought hem here."

The woman smiled and ruffled the girls hair, "Always thinking ahead." Then she clapped her hands and said, "So, we could take those and see how many of them we can stick in him before he bleeds out."

The man let out what might have been a sob as tears started running down his face,

"We could beat him to death with a cheese grater."

"I've always threatened to feed someone feet first into a wood chipper but have never actually done it..."

The younger girl looked like she wanted to speak up as the other two continued brainstorm horrible ways to maim and or kill the man, but kept hesitating. Finally she blurted out, "I thought we could cut his dick off, deep fry it, put it in a bun and force him to eat it."

The room went silent as three sets of eyes turned on the youngest.

She started to shrink in on herself, before woman's face split in a cheshire cat grin, "Way to think outside the box sweetie! High five!"

The youngest grinned in relief and high fived the woman, before being pulled into another hug.

The older girl chuckled to herself and said, "Damn girl. And I thought I was twisted," before joining the hug.

The woman squeezed the girl tighter a she said, "Oh girls, this is the best Mothers Day present you've ever given me."

The man desperately tried to hop his way out the door before the tender moment ended.