What Do You Want, Sarah Fier?

2.3

(Irene Berman's p.o.v)

...

As I noticed more, and more killers came, I ran through the back door.

"Nick Goode!" I yelled, "You can't hideout forever, in there!"

"300 years, 3 generations," he yells back, "and you think you can end it all?"

"Fuck your 300 years of 3 generations," I yell angrily back at him "you took my sisters from me, and thats all the anger I need to end you."

"Oh really?" he yells back, not noticing I was right behing him

"Really." I say in a normal voice, with the knife pierced through him

I continue stabbing him multiple times, not stopping. I was mad. I used all the anger I had in me. I did it for Cindy. Ziggy. Alice. Deena. Sam. Josh. Kate. Simon. Martin. Tommy. I did it for Shadyside.

I couldn't stop. It felt so good to get him back after the trauma he put me through. I just kept on going. I started screaming, so Martin and Simon rushed to me.

"Okay that's enough" Simon says pulling me back, trying not to throw up

I was not merciful at all. I didn't spare him, I didn't save him, I kept going.

Finally, I stopped after that mad fest, turned to sadness. I was a murderer. But so was he. He killed millions of innocent people. Including my friends, and family.

"It's over" I smiled "It's finally fucking over."

"It was over 40 stabs ago." Simon says, sighing in relief

"Where's Martin?" I ask

"Oh, he went outside awhile ago to throw up." he says scratching his neck

...

Before we left, I looked at Nick one more time.

"Fuck you." I say, then we all left.

...

(short, but very good. sheeesh girl u stabbed nick- what? over 40 times? AND THEN SMILED?!)