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Pain. Excruciating pain. That's what I felt as the principal plunged the syringe into my neck.

Not again, I thought. Then I started changing: I was turning into a killer.

"I NEED TO KILL!" I screamed.

"Can do." The principal chuckled, like this was a game to him. "I'll send you somewhere all that is okay. I'm going to send you to a room, an arena, we can call it, full of innocent people, and of course you can kill all of them. There is a closet in there with as many weapons as you can think of. Use them."

Then a door appeared. I didn't remember that happening the first time. I walked right through it and into the arena. I saw many people and was ready to kill them. "HAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed. I ran to the closet filled with all types of weapons: knives, guns, spears, rifles, chainsaws, and much more. I grabbed as much as I could carry. Then, I slowly walked up to a random person. "Hello." I smirked. "Ready to die?"

I speared him right through his body, all the way. Then, when he was dead, I took my spear out and moved around the room, killing people; there were at least 50 of them. Slice, stab, shoot. Slice, stab, shoot. That's pretty much what I was doing until they were all dead.

Then, in perfect timing, the door reappeared and I walked through it. It took me home and, being done for the day, I went straight to bed and fell asleep. My dreams that night were all about killing.

A.N. - What do you guys think about the book so far? Comment your thoughts and ideas.

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