Dear Kath I am trying to be scary

Newcomer part 3

~Geno~

I let out a sharp grunt of pain as the little brat, Kath, kicked my privates. I kneeled for a moment, trying to get over the pain as I waddled up the stairs. "Where are you, you little s**t?" I snarled angrily. I needed that pocket knife back.

 It was the only weapon I had, the only thing that could probably help me fight my way out of this damn mansion. I heard Kath banging on the door before she spotted me glaring darkly at her. "Give me my knife back. I won't play nice anymore," I threatened once again. 

Threatening clearly didn't help my case last time, but I couldn't let this brat get away with taking my belongings. I could easily tell Slenderman about this, but then again, he'd probably confiscate my knife anyway. 

"No! It's mine now," she retorted, before running down the hallway.

I felt bloodlust consume my mind for a moment before I shook it away. I don't kill children. It doesn't matter what they did to me. With an irritated sigh, I followed quickly behind Kath.  

She led me to the garden behind the mansion, going to hid behind bushes. Did she really think I wouldn't see her? I decided to play a little game.

 "Kath!" I called out, making sure I was loud enough for her to come out. Any child would be convinced by this. And just as I thought, she was slowly standing from her hiding space. I tried to grab her, but she was quick to pull out my knife and point it at me. I glared at her. She returned the hateful gaze.

"Back away, now," she said with a sneer.

I scowled. "I don't take orders from children," I snapped, but I did what she asked. But only for a moment. When she put her guard down, I launched myself at her, grinning maniacally as I grabbed the knife from her, standing. She laid in the grass, pouting at me. 

"Children. Such annoying brats," I sighed with mock sympathy. I heard someone call my name and I smiled down at Kath. "It was a pleasure playing this little game with you, Kath. But I must be on my way. Be a good girl for me," I chirped brightly, before turning and leaving the garden, my dress shoes clacking against the stone path.