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Lisa Steel couldn't wait for Easter.
Oh sure, she loved the chocolate and the dinner and the family get togethers, but what she loved more than anything else was the egg hunt. And every year, Lisa really wanted to be in her church's Easter play, but she was simply never old enough. But this year...this year was different. This year she was finally old enough, and she was ecstatic. She even got her mom to get her a new dress! A pretty dark blue number with little white dots speckled on it, and she slid a yellow hairband on her head, the color sitting well against her black hair. Lisa Steel was going to be the star of this years Easter play, and nothing could make her happier. Course, she'd never seen the play, she'd always been told she was much too young and that it could be somewhat overwhelming to littler kids, but that didn't stop her from wanting to do it. It was an honor to be accepted to be the star, and she was happy to finally get the opportunity. But, come the night of the play, Lisa was anything but happy. She was nervous, anxious, and had a serious bout of stage fright. But one of the older girls assured her that, "You can't do it wrong, trust me, we had my little sister do it last year" and that calmed her nerves a bit.
But why wouldn't they let Lisa to the rehearsals? And why wouldn't they show her a script? Why wouldn't anyone tell her what her role actually was and what she was meant to do? How could she not do it wrong if she had no idea what it was she was supposed to be doing to begin with?
Lisa was blindfolded and led onto the stage, to much cheering and hollering, which she couldn't help but smile at. She really was the star of this production, despite being left so out of the loop from it. The girls held her steady, as she heard the preacher address the crowd. He told them how thankful they were for the bountiful harvests they got this time of year, and how it was all thanks to the rabbits. How the rabbits did everything for them. How they would have nothing without the rabbits. He told them that their worship was devout, was sincere, and that they should all be proud of themselves for believing so deeply. He told them that, in order to maintain this level of joy and good luck, they needed to offer the rabbits their yearly sacrifice. Lisa tensed up, and then felt a hand wrap around her ankles and a hand wrap around her wrists, restraining her. She started to scream. What even was this play? She shrieked at the top of her lungs as a blade was inserted into her stomach and cut her wide open.
And to think she was grateful to be chosen.
After Lisa died from shock, they laid her body on a table on the stage, her chest cavity wide open, her organs removed, and the egg hunt began. Every egg found must be brought back here and inserted into her chest cavity, as an offering to the rabbits. Lisa's mom was, admittedly, sad to lose her daughter, but she was also aware that this was what had to happen if they wanted to maintain the harvests they'd had for the last 70+ years. This was what had to be done, and her daughter was the one they'd chosen for this cycle. She brought the most eggs of anyone, because she knew how much Lisa loved the egg hunt. She figured she could make up for it in some way by providing the most eggs.
After all, Easter had been Lisa's favorite holiday.
Oh sure, she loved the chocolate and the dinner and the family get togethers, but what she loved more than anything else was the egg hunt. And every year, Lisa really wanted to be in her church's Easter play, but she was simply never old enough. But this year...this year was different. This year she was finally old enough, and she was ecstatic. She even got her mom to get her a new dress! A pretty dark blue number with little white dots speckled on it, and she slid a yellow hairband on her head, the color sitting well against her black hair. Lisa Steel was going to be the star of this years Easter play, and nothing could make her happier. Course, she'd never seen the play, she'd always been told she was much too young and that it could be somewhat overwhelming to littler kids, but that didn't stop her from wanting to do it. It was an honor to be accepted to be the star, and she was happy to finally get the opportunity. But, come the night of the play, Lisa was anything but happy. She was nervous, anxious, and had a serious bout of stage fright. But one of the older girls assured her that, "You can't do it wrong, trust me, we had my little sister do it last year" and that calmed her nerves a bit.
But why wouldn't they let Lisa to the rehearsals? And why wouldn't they show her a script? Why wouldn't anyone tell her what her role actually was and what she was meant to do? How could she not do it wrong if she had no idea what it was she was supposed to be doing to begin with?
Lisa was blindfolded and led onto the stage, to much cheering and hollering, which she couldn't help but smile at. She really was the star of this production, despite being left so out of the loop from it. The girls held her steady, as she heard the preacher address the crowd. He told them how thankful they were for the bountiful harvests they got this time of year, and how it was all thanks to the rabbits. How the rabbits did everything for them. How they would have nothing without the rabbits. He told them that their worship was devout, was sincere, and that they should all be proud of themselves for believing so deeply. He told them that, in order to maintain this level of joy and good luck, they needed to offer the rabbits their yearly sacrifice. Lisa tensed up, and then felt a hand wrap around her ankles and a hand wrap around her wrists, restraining her. She started to scream. What even was this play? She shrieked at the top of her lungs as a blade was inserted into her stomach and cut her wide open.
And to think she was grateful to be chosen.
After Lisa died from shock, they laid her body on a table on the stage, her chest cavity wide open, her organs removed, and the egg hunt began. Every egg found must be brought back here and inserted into her chest cavity, as an offering to the rabbits. Lisa's mom was, admittedly, sad to lose her daughter, but she was also aware that this was what had to happen if they wanted to maintain the harvests they'd had for the last 70+ years. This was what had to be done, and her daughter was the one they'd chosen for this cycle. She brought the most eggs of anyone, because she knew how much Lisa loved the egg hunt. She figured she could make up for it in some way by providing the most eggs.
After all, Easter had been Lisa's favorite holiday.