And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Five: Matchstrike

8 March, 2018

I don't want to start this off like this, but everything is raw, everything, everything, everything...

I want to go to the police, but can I, would they believe me?

Somehow I doubt that... I know it was her, it would be the word of an alpha's daughter- step-daughter, whatever, technicality- versus mine, the daughter of two bottom of the barrel lynxes. Equal justice under the law, but yeah, this is Canada, how ya doin' eh is just the face that the tourists see, not- not most people- or mammals, for that matter- that I've met here.

I'm more the 'fuck your shit, I'm getting back at you' kind of mammal... and please, someone stop me, I don't want to do this... but the cops don't care.

In other words, ha ha fuck no I'd never get her to pay like that... and, well, she needs to pay.

I hate her. I hate Electra, hate her for making me think she loved her and then smashing my heart against the rocks. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I've been looking at myself in the mirror a lot recently and wondering how I would look with half of my face missing; all of my heart definitely is, though.

Whether that's at all possible or not, I inevitably decide that it's a stupid idea, and rather pointless. My mom doesn't need to deal with that mess, and really, it's overreacting to go that far, but you want to know what, in my mind, would be perfect?

Her brains instead of mine, yeah, that sounds great.... And then I would finally be able to get the bastard who's been blackmailing me off of my back. Not to make a pun, but hey, copycat killers, they happen.

Okay, then, we're going to have our final assembly of the year and it just so happens that it'll be my last assembly at the school where I've spent the last twelve years. I'm a senior this year, just like Electra is, the class of '18. I'm thankful to be leaving, even if it's in handcuffs, escorted by a full squad of fully-armed officers. Actually, no, red always was my favorite color...

Maybe I should spread the love.

There's some part of me that feels like I'm going to go overboard, and then there's some part of me that wishes I could do more for the little community that's never been where my heart is.

Still think I'm overreacting? Oh no wait, you're a fucking pad of paper, you can't feel...

Fine, but remember, no one but me gets a say in the matter, I'm the one with the gun. Or, well, at least I will be. That's going to be the hard part, Canada may have incredibly lax gun laws, but I'm still going to have to present an ID. There's that safeguard, at least. Well, I certainly know how to get around that one, 'cause I've been sneaking around the edges of the law for as long as I can remember. Having a drunkard for a mother and a father who pretends that I'm not around (I suspect that he's found someone else to bone, 'cause my mother's too out of it of it most of the fucking time to indulge him in that way).

Well, whatever the case may be, I've got problems, that much is obvious. Electra Stehlen-Wilde, well, she's one of them nowadays.

Maybe, if anyone ever gets their filthy mitts on them after I've gotten away, fled to the farthest reaches of dear ol' Canada, maybe, they'll look at it and wonder how my mind managed to get so darned twisted. That, well, I don't have an answer to that particular question. I think I'll manage to figure it out once the red paints the walls, yeah?

I may be crazy, but we all know who to blame for that one. Time to set their world ablaze with sulphur and smoke, right?

Well, of course, that's obvious. The answer is an overly enthusiastic hell yes!

Which I still can't say that I understand, but-

Well, lead the way, world.

Yours, Lylah Loxley

PS- If the police ever uncover this, ask them to say goodbye to Electra from me, would you?

Thanks.

I always knew I was gonna be able to blow minds...

So long for now.