Three Days After

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There was a party that night, being hosted by Maddy from school. She had always been kind to me when I was alive. She wasn't my target. Danni was currently inside, drinking so heavily he must have been made of the crappy beer by now. And he was planning on driving home, anyway. This first one wasn't quite murder. More the progression of fate.
I went to his car, opened the driver side door, and crouched under the steering wheel. Pulling the panel that covered the wires away was easy. Next all I had to do was cut a few of them connecting the brake. Easy. I reattached the panel and stood up, closing the door behind me with a slam.
Ava Parks, another girl from school, had just stumbled out of the house. Her bleary eyes were confused even before she saw me. She tilted her head and stared. I smiled, waved, and vanished. I reappeared a few feet away in a patch of trimmed bushes. From there I watched Ava stumble slightly back in shock, blink hard once, and begin ambling back into the house.
Only a few minutes after she had left, Danni came out. One could hardly call his movements walking, but he got to his car all the same. He started the ignition and began to drive away. I followed, appearing and vanishing in the shadows fast enough to keep up with him.
I heard the blaring of a car horn before anything else. Then a screeching crash of glass and metal as his car crashed head first into a large tree. The satisfaction of seeing his now disfigured form in the driver seat was inexpressible. He had been stuck clean in half, his own dashboard being his destruction. I only left once I heard the sirens coming down the empty street. The quickness of his death was my only mercy.
One down, three left. They wouldn't be so lucky in their deaths, however.

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