We all know that Oogie is most famous for his evil henchmen Lock, Shock and Barrel, right? But how did they start out? This is their story, or rather how I think it is. I only know the barest facts as they wouldn't tell anymore. Enjoy.
(Inspired by my love of them and the other stories here, especially Seperated and Stone Cold Revenge, one of my favorites on this site. WARNING- swearing and *ahem* 'Older' references!)
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Shock's Story-
I remember. I remember my death so well, it almost hurts. I remember the feel of the wind before I died. The warmth of the sun that day and the chill of the moon. The warm sun was a mockery of it and the cold moon was a gloating reference. But it didn't matter. Funny how you forget the fun, wonderful things but remember the worst moments. I remember what I wish with all my heart to forget. A wish that will never be granted. My death wish.
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I walked down the road, my two friends beside me; Emilyand Vick. Emily's real name was Emilosa, her parents liked diffirent names, but she hated it so she went by Emily. Vick hated his name too so he was Vick to us all. I know it is odd, but we all happened to hate our names. As for me, my name was Marsi Louise Shepard. But it was such an awful name to me. So I go by my favorite feeling. A feel to describe both good and bad.
Shock.
We walked down the road, heading for the older part of the city. We tapped on the first dor we saw, snickering. Our back-backs wen't loaded down by candy. More like ballons, water bottles, shaving cream and toliet paper."Trick or treat!" We yelled as an older woman dressed in a nightgown answered the door. "Oh what lovely costumes!" She gushed. "Hi Miss Sully." We all said. She was our home-room teacher.
"Let me guess. Vick, your the reaper, right?" She said, smiling. Vick used the blade of his scythe, grinning like a pumpkin. "And Jenni, that is you under all that blue makeup?" She said. Emily also smiled. She was dressed as a corpes bride, wearing a long white dress she had made to look like a wedding dress. But it was torn and dirty. She ad painted white bone patterns on her leg and arm, also on her cheek. A knife stuck out of her chest.
"Okay, and it isn't rocket science to guess who the witch is." She said, grinning knowingly. "Of course it is Marsi Louise." She alwas called me by my real name. I fought the urge to slap her and simply smiled. "Three for three." Vick piped up. "Well then, three treats each." She said, letting us each pick three treats. Or so she thought. Let's just say, Vick is one of the best pick-pocketers of all time.
A few hours later, we sat down on the curb, grinning. Our shoulders and arms hurt from the load of candy we had. "What a great haul!" Emily exclamed. "Of course." I responded. "They know that we will trick them up the wall and back down again if we don't get good candy." I added, sifting through my candy. "Yes! Jackpot! I just found like five Mars Bars!" Vick said. Mars Bars were his favorite.
"I'll see you on Monday!" Emily said, getting up. "Same." Vick added after her. "Bye!!!" We all said at the same time. I watched them walk down the street to their houses. Tey lived beside each other, but I lived a full ten minutes walk away. I started along, walking infront of a store.
"Hey." A voice suddenly said. I froze, noticing the faint glow of a cigarette. A man stepped out. "What's shakin'?" He asked, lighting out his cigarette. "Uh... nothing?" I said awkwardly, walking backwards. Only to run into another man's chest. "Hey, wha's the rush?" He slurred, grabbing my shoulders fast as lightning.
Suddenly the first man covered my mouth with a gag as I tried to scream. A dark van pulled up and the two men tried to force me into it. I suddenly reailzed. It was ten at night. Thestores were closed and everyone was asleep. I was on my own.
Thinking quick, I stepped on the second guy's foot, running to the side as he cursed. "Get the little brat!" He yelled. I turned and ran down the alleyway, running till my heart was about to burst and my lungs screamed for a break. I stopped, panting as I sat down. I long since lost sound of his footsteps.
As I slid down to rest for a few minutes, I was suddenly picked up and tape was covering my mouth, as well and binding my hands. "Helm!" I muttered, unable to even get enough sound to get anyones attention. The guy laughed and he forced me to my feet and dragged me back to the van where it sat idly.
"Got her?" The second man asked. "No shit Sherlock." He said scarcasticly. "Your foot okay Micky?" He added. Micky nodded, walking over and heping him get me into the car. I felt tears running down my face. I was being kidnapped. "Stop crying you little rat." Micky snarled. "She seem good John?" He said, turning towards the man who had caught me. "Damn straight. And I see he folks in the newspaper alot. Should be worth quite alot." John said smugly.
My parents were very rich and powerful. It suddenly came together. They were gonna take me hostage and demand money in exchange for my life. "Oh ya." Micky suddenly said after a minute of silence. He reached over and next thing I knew, my cheek was burning like boiling needles were jabbed into it. He then reached over again and slapped my other cheek even harder. So hard I felt a bit of blood go down my cheek from where the ring I noted before omn his hand had hit.
"I owed that little bitch that." He growled. After another ten minutes of driving in quietness, only broken by Micky swearing at me from time to time or hurting me with slaps or punches to the ribs. I kept cring the whole time. I loved Halloween. What irony that it would be the worst day in my whole freaking life.
We pulled up to an old house. The wood was rotten, the glass was broken and the bricks were chipped and grimy. "Get in you little basturd." John hissed, all but throwing me out of the car as he dragged me to the house. He threw me to the floor and tied me to a chair. He looked me over with an odd expression on his face. Like this whole thing was a funny joke, or game, to him.
He walked over as Micky drove the car around to what I would assume another house. I rememberd them saying something for setting it up on another ex-murderer in the neibourhood. 'So. Marsi Lousie, if I am correct?" He giggled. I felt my blood go cold and my skin go clammy as I saw what he was holding. A knife.
"Pretty little thing ain't ya?" He sighed just as Micky stomped in. "Is it set up?" Was the first thing John asked. "Yep. I called the family from his front yard and left the car hidden in a parking space near his house in that lot beside the house. Bitch will take the heat while we enjoy it in Mexico." He gurgled. They both laughed. It was an awful sound. Like nails on a chalkbored. hey found this so funny whileI was scared. They found my fear amusing.
"And you right. She is a beaut." Micky said with a grin that made me was to run screaming. "What with that long black hair and green eyes, she could be worth quite alot to Rabbit and his Prost ring." He added on. "Hey, why not sell he to him after we get the cash?" John said. "Good idea. Double the money. Rabbit will pay top doller for beautiful kids like her. Men and their sex." Micky agreed.
What?! They weren't even going to give me back to my family. Mom. Dad. My older sister Michella. I would never see them again. Their voices broke through my fear. "Should we maybe test her out?" John said with a perverted glint in his eyes. "Aye. Rabbit likes them able to preform." He added as they advanced with evil looks and their shits begining to be undone......
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I was on the floor. Rembling. In fear and disgust. It took all my strength to block out whaqt they had done. But little bits of memory still refused to be tamed. A voilent shudder ripped through me. It was cold. very cold. A voice suddenly called out, "Hey! I think I can see the loot in the lot!" John called. "Sweet!" Mick said, grinning. John turned and grinned. "If anything happens, like I am not back in five minutes, kill her." He said solwly before running into thwe shadows.
A few mintues later, every minute filled with silence, a loud gunshot rang out. A scream, blood-curling and pain-filled punched the air and squeezed the breath from Shock's lungs. She knew what came next. John was dead, so she was next. Mick ran over with a long knife, not even hesitating as he slashed open Shock's throat.
It was a quick death. He has almost cut her head right off. She only felt the pain for a moment. But it was long enough for her to see the police bust down the door, kill Mick and watch her die with a look of horror and pity in their eyes. Shock's eyes began to close as she heard one of them whisper. "There is nothing we can do to help her....."
That look of pity and that horrifying whisper stayed with her till death did she part. Till she was parted from her family. Her friends. Her
life.
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That november, her funeral was held. On her birthday of all days. November 11, for we shall always remember her. Her grave read the following.
♥Marsi Louise Shepard♥
♥Our beautiful daughter and wickid Halloweener♥
♥May she always trick or treat as Shock♥
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