Stabbing, stabbing and more stabbing

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"Becky! Are you home?" My mom walked down the stairs. Everything was blurry and she looked weird.

"I WANT TO KILL!" I screamed.

"Oh, they must have given you your injections," she said and nodded.

"WHAT? YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?"

"Of course, honey. I got them too. Most people don't get injections because they already think like a killer, but some do."

Then I wondered, did Eva and Emily get injections? I would have to ask them. But in the meantime, I really wanted to kill. "I - WANT - TO - KILL!" I screamed.

"Okay," Mom replied. "Let me get someone." She hurried down the stairs and headed to the basement, then returned with a random person. "Here you go, Becky, all yours."

I held my knife tightly in my hand and walked up to the person. Then, I stabbed in right in the heart and he fell to the ground. I smiled. I could get used to killing often.

"I WANT TO KILL ANOTHER PERSON!" I bellowed.

I ran down into the basement and saw about 50 dead bodies.

Slice, stab, slice, stab

Just then about 40 people had died.

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