Amy Callihan

Amy would look at Norman's gun with excitement as she would stroke the cylinder. "Guide my hands, Norman." She would kiss the gun and caress the barrel. "Yes... Vanquish my foes. Kill them all." It was like she would be nearly brainwashing the gun, but truthfully, the bullets would nearly shake in the cylinder. The large syringe-like bullets had a horrifying liquid, The Hollow Body. This desperate liquid was living and it was hungry for bloodshed.  Amy would grab her knife and hold it in her other hand. "Do you see it? The suffering ahead." Amy held her knife as she would hold it to where she saw the door and feet about to step inside. She aimed the gun at the door frame so that the bullet would ricochet off the door hinge. The bullet would have pierced one of their skulls and out the side before planting into the other eye. The bullet would cause immense suffering as the stallion would quite literally turn into soup. Jeez... Brutal. Amy would cock back the hammer before continuing just before the entrance to the door. She would peek out to see three goons at the bottom, yet... Blood went up to the roof. Amy would look at her gun as her eyes would go bloodshot, she looked at the three men.  They would all be talking when all of a sudden, the larger of the stallions would stand there before collapsing. His neck would explode with blood from the sudden cut to the throat. The man would fall over, choking on his own blood.  A figure would stand there with a knife as the goon would have shot at the figure, who was now confusingly surrendering and pleading as he would have gotten ripped apart. The man would celebrate and laugh, "Got her ass! I-... Oh my god..." His gun would shake as his cohort was now a flesh puddle.  "What...? What just... What's going..." The stallion stopped talking before his eyes welled up with blood and collapsed. Amy would have stood there as she would look up at the roof, cigarette smoke, and rotten flesh.  Amy would have gone up the stairs as she would have made it to the top. "Hey, freak!" Amy would have shouted as she pointed the gun at the mysterious person. The ambiguous mare looked onward with the head of a diamond dog pup in Norman's bed, it was being held like a baby.  "Ah... This is it!! Yeah, Oh yeah." The strange mare had a bloody spray of blood on her clothes. She would put the head's face and touch its vacant, dead eyes like a stimulant.  The lady turned around as Amy's face nearly sank into the floor. It was her... She has finally come for us, Dr. Sheila Shulziker. Also known as Death.  Everything she touches has nearly killed all of her students, and she is an advocate for child experimentation. Her brown ponytail would be tight around her head, and that was when it struck her... That's not... Her real mane.  That's... Not even her color. Amy would nearly tremble as Death had turned slowly.  "Amy... Fucking... Callihan. It has been just too long..." Sheila laughed and smiled at Amy.  Amy looked on in horror, what the fuck was she wearing...? My god... It smells so sickeningly sweet, it's intoxicating.  Sheila had worn a freaking suit under her clothes, a skin suit. This disgusting suit was made out of what looks like faded-out cutie marks and patches of fleshy fur. "How do I look?! I hope I look just like you'd imagined me to be! This costume... It was made out of all the colts and fillies who were kidnapped by your father.  "Yes, it's a family reunion, just. For. You." Sheila would smile at laugh at Amy.  Amy stood there... Brooding to herself as she would rush Death as the tall freak had dodged the attack. Sheila would, in turn punch her in the gut and pick her up.  "Give me a fuckin' break Callihan! I taught you these techniques. " Sheila would rush her back down as Amy would black the attack with Norm's gun.  Amy pushed her away as Sheila had attacked her, when suddenly, the stretchy arms would push to here. Norman would have flown up and landed on the roof with them.  Sheila would step back and huff, "Come on! Bring it!" She would run at Norman as he would reveal what was under the coat, guns galore.  "Die bitch!" Norman would unleash havoc on Sheila as that seemed to have flayed the skin from her bones.  Norman would stop and scoff, "Moron! To think you could beat the Hollow Body."  Norman looked over at Amy and quickly ran over. Amy would hug him as she looked at Sheila's corpse. She would bear hug him and kiss his cheek, "My hero!"  Norman would blush and clear his throat, "No problem, love. Just doing what I can!" Norman had walked over to the ledge of the roof as he sighed, staring at the moon. It was a nice night outside and he would take it in, unbothered by what just happened.  Amy would move closer to him and said, "Norman... They are coming for us. We need to..." Norman would hold a paw up and said, "I know... We need to prepare for tomorrow and I think I can do that now with her gone."  Amy would stare off into the distance and Norman stared at her intently. "Don't worry... We'll make it through." Norman would have pulled a knife from his waistband before stabbing Amy in the back.  Amy would let out a pained scream as she nearly collapsed from the immediate pain. Blood held inside as the knife was removed, blood would spray across the rooftops. Norman grabbed her neck from behind as he lifted her up.  Norman would grin from ear to ear as she laughed, "Shouldn't trust everything you see Shulziker! How gullible! Oh, oh! It says 'gullible on the ceiling', better check moron.  Amy couldn't move... She was paralyzed... Amy was then thrown off the roof. Her body would bounce as it hit the ground, her bones shattering upon contact. Her neck was broken and her limbs had contorted from the landing. Blood would fill the streets as moonlight would shine down on the earth.  Norman would fade slowly to reveal that all she was seeing was simply an act. It was Sheila, playing a trick on the mind: Drugs. Her suit is covered in a noxious, mind-altering liquid.  "Don't worry, Amy. The world is a better place without you in it. Even the world won't cry for you, beast." Sheila would smile and go on to finish her cigarette. Some say the air is filled with death, but... It is filled with disturbing life. Life born from a life taken.  This is my time. Go forth, my children, as even without a mother... You will never falter. Breathe in Death, Exhale life. 

Amy would be getting home after signing for her upcoming role. It was a horror anthology that focused on body horror and gore, titled 'The Heart-throb Diary'. She was nervous about this role because she hadn't been in a movie in a minute since she had a baby.  Amy would be near Norm's office, so she would check up on him and Gehenna.  Amy would have stopped at his office door and pressed her hand on the door. She would listen inside and there was music playing. Something smelled... Off. It was gross, like a rotting corpse or something that had been dead, sour even. Amy would grab her shirt anxiously, as if in pain.  Please... Please let this be a delusion.  "Normy..." Her hands shake as she pushes open the door. The lights were on in his large office but the room attached was pitch black inside. The entrance to this room was covered with blood as if someone was sitting in a pool of blood. Amy would gently open the door and slowly reveal the pools of blood, which almost seemed like it was boiling. The smell... It was sickeningly sweet, like leather... Like dying.  "N-Norman... Gehenna." Amy was going to turn on the lights but... She was compelled to keep it off. She could see him in the bed, Gehenna he's... Amy reached out to grab his blanket and slowly peeled it off of him, the blanket stuck to his fur. No... Not Gehenna.  She would open the blanket further to see him.  Amy was without words. Gehenna... He was left here desecrated, his body battered and his head removed entirely. Then again, this wasn't Gehenna.  Gehenna has pitch black fur... This kid had white in his fur. Amy could feel herself bothered by the thought. Where did this corpse come from? It's not fresh, which is why it smells rotting. It has dirt on it, so it's a dug-up body. Probably a couple of days old. Cruel defilement. Amy would rise and grab a combat knife from her pants, a hidden holster. She held it up and admired it for a moment before using the corpse's blood on her blade. She covered everything from her handle to the very tip of the knife. "Do not worry, my boy. I breathe Death. I wield suffering at the palms... The palms of my hands."Amy rose would looked at the drops of blood leaving the building.  Amy would stand for a moment, staring at the hidden body. "I'm sorry." Amy simply left the office after closing the room door behind her.