Ellie Frieze was my Student

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I led Ellie through the maze of blank whiteness that once was Markiplier Inc.. She wouldn't have known that, though. Even if she did, it wouldn't have mattered.

As she opened the doors to step out of the building into the murky streets of the abandoned city, I quickly took out a pistol and loaded it, aiming for her head before her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in environment and pulled the trigger.

The corpse that once was Ellie Frieze collapsed and a thick red syrup slowly trickled from her head. I put my gun back in my small satchel and went into another room, grabbing a towel I knew was going to be there and wiping the blood from the stained white tiles. Ellie's head stopped bleeding eventually, and I wrapped it up in the towel and picked up her body swiftly, with one arm under her knees and one arm behind her shoulder blades.

Carefully, I disposed of her body outside the building as I gazed at the broken buildings and rubbish that the city had reduced to. They were either broken down to rubble or covered in ivy, and bricks scattered the ground with broken glass shards everywhere. The cement was cracked, and plants grew in the cracks, making the entire town seem like a dystopian futuristic city.

The only reason Markiplier Inc. had kept up so well was because I used it for purposes, and therefore had to keep it clean and well-maintained.

I dumped Ellie's corpse into an incinerator, and burned it so there could be no evidence used against me. I had, thankfully, not gotten any blood on my clothing, so I didn't bother changing.

When I re-entered the building, Mark and Kristen were waiting for me impatiently.

"What the fuck, Michelle?!" Mark asked, crossing his arms. "Why?!"

"And why'd you have to tell the poor girl a lie then murder her, why not just leave her alone??" Kristen looked at me with a sad expression on her face. "Why'd you have to trick us, too?"

"Well, I couldn't exactly have gotten you to help, or gotten her here had I told the truth." I shrugged and smiled a bit. " 'Hey, my name is Michelle and I work for a secret agency whose goal is to eliminate people with special powers. Mark and Kristen, you two need to help me murder this new client.' I don't exactly think that would have smoothed over well, would it?!"