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Killer Queen

Y/n pov

I saw her again. Taylor in her short blue skirt, swaying her hips as she confidently flirted with the jocks who were getting ready to play the opposing team. "alright, bye boys! bye Daniel...", she bit her lip and amorously waved as they ran out onto the field. Of course she got her way with all the boys, she had to of. She was the Cheer Captain, popular, and stunning to say the least. To anyone with my view of her, she'd seem flawless, even better than that actually; Perfect. but, nobody's flawless, not even the prom queen herself. Something about her is off, something sinister that took place behind closed doors. Even the most holy of Angels have blood on their hands, We all have our secrets, so what makes Taylor's any worse than our own?

Well, Every guy and girl she dates ends up in a casket before they could even ask for a dance. She's a beauty in a blood-stained dress, and her bouquet was a grisly butterfly knife. However, she's got everyone in her wiles of deception, with no clear path of breaking away. it was mind boggling to me, but of course it was, no normal cheerleader who racks up men like a war draft seemed to be a mistress of murder. but that's what she wants us to think, isn't it? that's she's too innocent and dumb for such planned crime, or in other words, countless strategic murders.

I had a gut feeling Daniel Collins was her very next victim. Naturally, I got caught up in my questions and have landed myself on the bleachers; waiting for her to lure him away with a seductive tone and a sexy promise, only to get him some place where the crime wouldn't be of knowledge to the rest of us. That girl has me afraid, how could she kill this many 6'3 Quarterbacks and tactically trained karate girls? impossible if you ask me.

and speaking of asking, I shall find out the answers. I clenched my small backpack when I saw her whisper something into his ear, then drag him into the parking garage next to the school. There was a small black 9mm revolver belonging to my dad snuck in one of the pockets just in case I get myself in a dangerous situation in which I'm forced to use it. I then ran down the bleachers and followed them into the garage, being as stealthy as my quiet steps could enable me to be. I turned every corner until they were no longer in the garage, but instead in the closed off alleyway outside of it. An intense feeling of regret gloomed over me as I fell worried to the idea of getting caught in between a murder, and even contemplated leaving right then and there. hesitantly, I took a deep breath and slowly zipped opened my bag, my back resting on the wall near the closed metal door. I took out the revolver and held it shaking in my hands, processing everything I was walking into. I pushed the gun into the back of my waistband, hiding it from plain sight. then I had to quickly think of an excuse for going out here in the event that they really were just making out.

I pushed open the door, using every ounce of courage I've ever had, and saw it. she had him cornered in fear whilst she pointed the automatic pistol straight at his head from about 15 feet of distance. When I opened the door, both of their eyes left each other's and fell on my presence; two different expressions from both sides. "ugh! do you always phyco-stalk people?", she groaned in frustration and lowered her aim, pointing at the ground. "y-you're a killer!", I managed to say then remembered I had a weapon of my own. I pulled it out despite my hands being uneasy to work with as they were more shaky than someone with chronic trembling. "put the revolver down, princess", she in enthusiastically told me, "n-no!", I said back. she rolled her eyes then shot a warning fire next to me, "Put it down. because I know you don't have even the slightest confidence to shoot me with that thing", she said matter-of-factly. I tried to apply pressure on the trigger, but something stopped me, something that didn't allow me to even bluff about doing so. I just sighed and lowered my gun in defeat, "Good girl. you're a smart one, you know what's happening. I suppose that's why you're following me", she said and walked closer to me, her full attention on me now. "please don't shoot me....", I mumbled now having terror rush over me. "oh darling, I won't shoot you. or stab you, although It'd be pretty fun to slice open that pretty little throat", she chuckled at her own joke and turned back to face the Daniel.

"you know what's even more fun though? putting a bullet in his", I expected her to shoot him on the spot, but she instead walked behind me. She grabbed my hips, forcing them to press up against her front then took the revolver out of my hand, "I'll just take that sweetheart, you can hold this", she said and pushed my revolver into my side while handing me her gun. "but you know what's even more fun? watching you do it for me", she said and pushed my gun even further into my waist, clearly threatening me with it. "well, go on.", she said and ushered me with a small push of the revolver. "I-I....- you what? can't? thought so. here, baby girl lemme help", she said and used her right hand to guide my finger tightly around the trigger, then easily aiming it at his throat. "there's nothing stopping you know. it's all in here...", she husked in a somewhat sexy tone while pointing at my temples, meaning it was all in my head . I felt a pair of lips attach themselves to my neck, sucking harshly at it, putting me at a constraint to audibly gasp. how could she aim so precisely at him all whilst kissing at my neck? Then, without a single effort from me,

she shot him.

Blood squirted out from his flesh and he made a choking sound before he wound up falling back onto the ground. Blood spilt from out of his mouth, getting all over his clothes and face. Immediately, air was taken out from my lungs and I fell to my knees in shock at his lifeless body. Taylor just giggled, "what a cooperative victim", she said and bent down so we were at the same level. "you....he-he's dead", I stammered and dropped the gun, "we'll go to jail.", i added in panic. "no we won't." "how do you know?" "because, no one thinks to blame the little girls.", she ended sternly. "I still don't get it...you have everything. You're the queen of the town", I said, on the verge of tears. she leaned into my ear to whisper,

"I've killed for my crown, y/n. The question is, what will you do for yours?"

if you put her heart to slunder

she'll put you six feet under.