A/N: NO PRIOR KNOWLEDGE IS NEEDED FOR THESE BASTARDS. IF YOU DON'T KNOW A CHARACTER, IT WILL BE THOROUGHLY EXPLAINED. Considering how mental this story is, I am so going to enjoy it :D Yes, this story is going to be told in four different points of view, but it will be VERY clear whose point of view it is. I will be using their names-depending on whoever's point of view it is-in the chapter title along with the actual story title, so don't worry!
Summary: Jessica, Adrianne, Bridget and Kylie are supposedly the chosen sisters to stop the top four notorious serial killers in America, but in a different kind of way than just using a chainsaw or machete to end their lives. Instead, they have to use a more...peaceful, kind-hearted route.
Disclaimer: I don't own Michael Myers, Charles Lee Ray (Chucky), Jason Voorhees, or Thomas Hewitt. (As much as I'd like to...okay, maybe not Chucky...the only reason I used him was because I don't know any other serial killer in a slasher movie aside from him. Chucky gives me the creeps...oh, well).
The two men in dull, gray suits stared down at the many cribs before them. There were at least twenty babies laying down either napping, crying or staring thoughtfully at ceiling. However, four certain babies had been born earlier that day exactly four minutes apart from one another and the two men were assigned to look over them by what some call "The Man Upstairs".
Walking over to the tiny creatures in the cribs, one of them gave a slight tilt of the head and said, "They all have different colored hair… You'd think they would look the same." The man gave a chuckle.
The man next to him, Henry, shook his head, "Franky, not all babies born at the same time look the same. I am quite grateful they don't, actually. Keeping track of who is who would be nauseating. You think they will do well?"
His partner, Franky, looked down at the babies. He felt a little bad for them. There could have been a bright future for the four, but instead, their futures had been unknowingly set for them for the most part. Their lives would be to change four others, in fact. And those four others were what scared Franky the most.
"Alright, Franky," Henry said, patting him on the back, "We came to give them a gift. What do you believe it should be?"
Franky sighed and gave a small smile when one of the little girls yawned, clenching her tiny fist. If it were up to him, he'd give them the gift of getting out of the mess they were going to be thrown into, but that would be disobeying the orders that were given to him.
"The gift of an open heart."
Henry smiled at his partner, "Considering they have to change the hearts of four serial killers, I think that is the best gift to be given."
The two men gave one last glance at the four before returning to the sky. They'd be back in due time to check on them. Now that he thought about it, Franky believed they'd have to check on them a lot. And hopefully, all would go well with the four girls.