Vicky Genocidal: In Depth

Chapter Nineteen: Her First

The door creaked open, Vicky's giggles barely containable. She tiptoed over to her aunt's bed, slowly pulling the sheet back.

"Auntie Marge?" Vicky cooed, slowly raising the knife she had taken from the kitchen above her head. "It's time to wake up."

Her eyes fluttered open. "Victoria? What're you doing...?"

Her voice made Vicky pause. Wait a minute. This was her aunt. Not just some random person! Vicky couldn't just kill her. She slammed her knife down, stabbing the pillow next to Marge's head. In the dark, Vicky heard her aunt yelp out of fear. Vicky shushed the middle-aged woman, stroking her head.

"I'm going on a little trip, auntie. You can't come, so don't look for me. Stay right here and be happy. I love you very much. Now, it's time to go back to sleep, okay?"

She pulled the knife out from the pillow, skipping out of the room with a hum. Vicky could hear Marge's soft weeps behind her, but she didn't care. If Marge didn't want Vicky to leave, she shouldn't have left her alone at Anna's house.

Vicky pressed her back against the hard, stone wall, listening to the girl's phone call.

"Seriously, Grace, it was so close! The police chief was practically breathing down my neck!" She cried, pacing around her bedroom. "Luckily, I was able to pin everything on Kyle. You won't believe what a little tears and acting skills will get you."

Vicky listened as Anna explained what had happened. As she confessed to blaming Kyle, saying that he had come into the house in a violent rage, and how he had attacked Vicky as Anna tried to stop him. Kyle had been sent to juvy, and Anna was let off. After she hung up, Vicky was struck with an idea. Scream had always been her favorite movie. She pulled out her phone, dialing the number etched across the small slip of paper in her pocket.

"Hello?" The girl asked. "Who is this?"

"Hello, Anna." Vicky purred into the phone. "Been a while, huh?"

Anna was silent, but the deranged teen could hear the girl's breath catch.

"Why so silent? You were pretty talkative last time we saw each other."

No response.

"Well, if you're not going to say anything, I'll do the talking. Here's what's going to happen. On the count of three, I'm going to take this rock in my hand," Vicky slowly picked up the biggest rock within her vicinity. "And break your window. Then, I'm going to come in there, and kill you. Nice and slow. Then, I'll spread your limbs, blood, and guts all over your bedroom for your mommy to find in the morning."

"Please... don't do this..." Anna's voice quivered with terror.

"Three." Vicky growled, clutching the rock.

Anna started begging, hysterical sobs beginning to sound from her throat.

"Two." Vicky rose to her feet. The excitement was beginning to make her tremble. She was eager to get in there. To kill Anna. Vicky wanted to start killing. She wanted Anna to be her first. She wanted to watch Anna bleed. She giggled, winding back. With a single toss, the rock flew through the window, shattering it completely. Vicky heard Anna scream as she jumped through, tackling the ginger haired girl to the ground. She managed to pin Anna down, running her knife over the girl's cheek with a giggle. She slowly raised the knife above her head, chewing her bottom lip as Jeff's face replaced Anna's, and she pictured herself doing this to him.

"One."

With that, her knife swung down. Right into Anna's stomach.

"It's time to sleep."