DISTRAUGHT MOTHER NEARLY BEATS A MAN TO DEATH

3 seriously injured

A woman has recently been charged with battery and is expected to have at least six months of jail time.

The local police state that an officer happened to be on duty when the fight broke out at 3:52 pm.

Lucifay, famous for being the mother of a Marine Nicole Lucifay, a girl who had disappeared and recently was filmed attacking a rabbit, was known to be particularly violent online. That day Lucifay had been reported to have driven in an unstable condition. The suspect had arrived at a bar and allegedly had suddenly become aggressive and threatened a man. She had delivered “four blows to the head with a broken bottle and began beating the man with a chair,” according to the police.

“I don’t know what happened,” the victim, 29-year-old Kyle J. Thompson, says. “She must have become drunk. We were just talking, and out of nowhere she hit me on the head with a bottle of Jameson.”

Thompson is currently in the hospital for a skull fracture and four broken rib bones among other injuries. Two others who had attempted to stop the fight also have minor injuries. The suspect also allegedly attempted to assault the police officer while she was being arrested.

Madeline Lucifay, 38, is charged with battery and assaulting a police officer.

THIRTY MINUTES.

One hour.

Two hours.

Each second became more and more unbearable to Nick. She glanced at the clock every five seconds, feeling as if a minute had passed each time. She needed Exflibberaguil to come back. She didn’t necessarily want to see him, but there had to be a scapegoat for all this. She needed someone to blame for her mother’s jailing. She had it all planned out in her head.

“It’s all your fault (she’d say). If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened! I’d still be living a normal life at home and go to school every day. My mom would still come home late and leave early. It’s all your fault!”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Of course it is your fault! Remember, two weeks ago, when you said…” and so on until she formed a very convincing debate.

But three hours ticked past, with no sign of Exflibberaguil’s return.

Tidbits of memory slowly appeared in her mind. It was so much as remembering them as it was wiping them clear. What used to be a hazy memory of a sunny day became the first time she rode a bike. The sound of loud clicking became the raucous applause at her elementary school graduation. There was something else that seemed to her very important that she couldn’t recall. But it frustrated her whenever she tried too, so she decided to wait for it to come back.

Besides, there were more pressing things on her mind. At first, she had searched up her name, expecting to find articles about her missing. Perhaps, unbeknownst to her, she had become famous. The mysterious girl that disappeared when a local McDonalds blew up. That memory was very clear to her. However, though she was quite famous, it was different.

Most articles criticized her for killing animals. It didn’t bother her much. After all, the reporters didn’t know anything about her. It did bother her slightly that the event didn’t happen entirely to her will. She couldn’t recall exactly what she had been thinking when she killed the rabbit, but its bite did leave a nasty wound on her hand. It seemed to be infected, leaving a sort of greenish-yellowish-white scab with streaks of dark red. It didn’t hurt now, but experience told her she’d regret saying it two days later.

Some articles were debating over her existence, which she found extremely amusing. They didn’t know her. Who were they to say whether she was existing or not?

But then again, aliens and rabbits have made me question my existence, Nick mused. I suppose their theories aren’t too impossible.

That’s when she came across her mother’s articles.

These had brought her back to reality. The articles criticizing herself seemed funny since they were all written by others. But to know that her mother was suffering because of her hit home.

And worst of all, what would become of her?

What home would she be able to return to? Nick glanced around the trailer, a sad-looking gray place. She did not want this to be the home she’d be living in the rest of her life, though it was a very feasible possibility. Here she was, trying to save the world and she can’t even save her mother.

I suppose I would go to my father then, Nick thought, without registering much emotion to it. Her father had always been a rather mysterious figure. Her mother had claimed he worked too much, though Nick had never really believed it. It made a poor excuse as to why she never saw him.

What had I believed? she wondered. Divorce? Yes, I suppose that’s what I assumed I have. I never gave it much thought…

Seeing through, as her father never came to visit, he probably wouldn’t want her to go live with him. Nick thought of fanciful stories of her going to live with her evil aunt or becoming the heiress of her distant uncle’s great fortune. For a brief moment, she considered if she had been adopted, but realized she looked too much like her mother for it to be a coincidence.

Strangely enough, as she thought of these trivial things, her mind began to become numb to her mother’s imprisonment. It wasn’t that she did not care anymore, but that she did not wish to care or wish to worry about it. She knew it was her fault, but thinking of her problems and suffering lessened the guilt.

Her infected wound suddenly began to throb. It came in short bursts, the worst sort of pain. It wasn’t constant, so you couldn’t get used to it and forget about it. Nor was it so painful you would pass out. It felt like red-hot needles pricking into a salted wound, and being pulled out immediately afterward.

Her head began to hurt again, but with more and more force. It was no normal headache. It felt as if the air itself was becoming heavier as if she had been carrying forty math textbooks on her head. Books and ornaments crashed to the ground. Her nose began to bleed. Nick curled in a ball in an attempt to ease the pain. Her hand unexpectantly rested on a warm, rather gritty object. It was the ferret, but Nick was in too much pain to be surprised. It was suffocating.

As was the darkness that followed.