Just a mission

chapter one- plan

I was sat down at the one table in the midle of the, far too familiar, dark, creepy appartment. Filled with dried up oil and dead bodies, some decapitated, while others still mostly intact. The kitchen counter, filled with body parts: hands, legs and heads, or at least what remains of those parts. Disgusting dishes made from the bodies of whoever she slaughtered and brought back home. An old TV and a falling appart sofa. All the mirrors, broken and shatered around the room. Fewer decorations, out of wich a family photo stands out.
A picture featuring 3 drones. A woman in a gray dress, hair is a bobcut with bangs and hair sorounding her face. Round, but tired looking red eyes. That was Yeva. And next to her, her husband Ron. Unlike his wife, he looked very generic. White-ishly gray eyes, a regular worker's chlothes: a sleveless jacket and a shirt underneath. Plain gray pants. A helmet that prevented me from seeing his hair or if he had any to begin with. And, there she was, standing between them. In a pink summer dress with a flower pattern, there she stood, smiling for the picture. Short and small. She looked around 6 years old in this picture. She has her mother's eyes and hair. In the picture, just like now, she's got long hair with bangs covering her forhead. Exept now, we're 18 and she doesn't look child-like anymore. 
Siting opposite of me is Doll. My childhood best friend. In the darkness of the appartment, her red eyes are giving a noticable red glow, her screen displaying a serious expression. We met up to discuss a plan she's made. To get revange for the deaths of her parents.
"You know Uzi?"
I nod
"She's made friends with one of the dissasembly drones."
I'm not sure where she's going with the plan, but her expression is slowly turning from dead serious to a slight smile, as if she's confident and proud of the plan she's thought up.
"The plan is simple"
I listen to what she's saying. It probobly isn't as simple as she says, but since she's telling me about it, I must be involved in the plan in some way.
"You know V? The b*tch who killed my family?"
I knew exactly who she was talking about.
I'm not sure where this is going, but I feel like it's something big...
"I need you to befriend V. She knows I'll try killing her, but she doesn't know you. If you befriend her, she'll trust you."
Yeah. Yeah she will.
"What then?" I ask.
"We will publically execute her at prom night. That's what we do."
The plan was really straight foward. This isn't my first time helping her do something like this. She is responsible for many, many missing people, but I don't mind. I help her out. That's what friends do.
"You've got a month until prom."
With that said, Doll gets up from the table and so do I. As I prepare to leave her house, I can hear bugs crawling around the whole appartment. For a second, I wonder how can she, or anyone actually, even live in a place like this.
Now I'm left in thought about my mission. Befriend V and kill her at prom. I can do that. It won't even be that hard. In the end, that's what friends do, right?