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Epilouge

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Luna woke up feeling only one thing: Anger. Looking around the room only made it worse; That prank box in the closet, that comedy stage, that picture of her and Luan on the wall.

She got out of bed and she tried to restrain herself. The prank items scattered around the room wore her down to the point where she could taste her ire. The last straw was when she stepped on a patch of carpet by the closet where she heard a crunch. She looked down and saw that the carpet was coated in what appeared to be blood.

She yelled and released her rage. She grabbed the prank box and threw it across the room. It went straight through the window and landed with a soft crash somewhere in the backyard.

"That was for ruining our family's name!"

She then began to destroy the comedy stage. She kicked the mic stand off the stage and began to rip off chunks of cardboard and stomped through the stage floor.

"That was for tricking us!"

She tramped across the room and flopped on Luan's bed. She looked up and saw the picture of her and Luan as toddlers playing with puppets. Did all of that mean nothing to Luan? She picked up her purple boot from the floor and chucked it at the painting.

"This is for roping me into your twisted scheme!"

The toe of the boot collided with the picture frame, shattering the glass and breaking the string. It fell face first onto the carpet next to the ruined stage.

She looked at the spot the picture once covered and saw a small hole. She walked over to it to look at it more closely, her slippers crunching on the shattered glass. The hole was about the size of a dime with something lodged in it. Tearing the hole open a bit further, her fingers clamped around the object and she pulled it out. She looked at the slightly dented bullet.

"Another one of your little secrets?" Luna hissed. She turned her back to the wall and slowly slid down and sat looking at the bullet.

What had Luan done? She had manipulated all of them to pull off that sick revenge trick. Over what? Some mocking video?

She rubbed her fingers through her hair trying not to have another outburst.

Lincoln was slowly nibbling on a piece of dry toast. So was the rest of the family. No one had really spoken since what happened last night. The feeling of shock and terror hadn't yet worn off.

They had all heard crashing and yelling from Luna's room. She had left the room looking more angry than shell shocked but she too didn't say anything.

Mom and Dad were taking it the worst. Mom had the look of being lost and confused. Her eyes would focus on the space between things and her mouth was slightly open as if about to speak. Dad had been openly weeping when they called him, having his daughter confess being a murderer before killing again in front of them all being too much for him.

Lincoln flipped his toast and looked at the rigid and browned surface. He only thought of what an elaborate set up it had all been. Luan had been able to get and hide the gun from them all for god knows how long. She had used it and escaped detection by the police and then moved them around like pawns on a chessboard for the perfect takeout.

Being the man with the plan, he would have been impressed about how well Luan had pulled it off, if it had not been as twisted as it was.

He, his family and his friends on the Action News Team would be pariahs for their connection to Luan and her talk show. Not that they would see immediate results though. School and everything else for that matter had been canceled due to the unrest in the town.