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I was left alone in our house that night. Nobody except my dog Iris chose to be with me. I'm not shy or anything but I do love being alone. That's what I wanted but I don't ever think that even my parents would left me always. Their not in my list but they do like to leave me. I sat in my favorite spot of my room--- not to mention my room was a basement or you could say it was a maid's quarter. I don't even like fancy things cause I know I will never experience nor see them. I don't have anything to be proud of. I'm ashamed of being with this fake family I've got into. They're useless and don't think straight. They're all from mental hospitals. So, they always leave me because they said, my angel tries to stab them when they try to force me anything I don't want to do.

The telephone rang, I knew my plans going out right. Its really beautiful seeing how a human can die. I never heard someone might recover from the injuries they've got from me. Oh no, I actually been bothered bout what I've said a while ago, its FROM US. Yes, were murderers, and we like killing and watching how our favorite person die. We enjoy and savour every minute of the disgust in their wild and pretty faces.

"Head, the targets were planned. The group's already prepared for the voting."

Its Taylor, a friend of mine which I could say, the smartest and bravest part of the team. He's the actor and he's pretty great in pretending.

"Copy that. Bring Carrie and her friends. I'd like to practice being mean."

I said as I chuckled. He laughed as a reply and ended up the talk.

I drove to the nearest gasoline and try another piece of drama. I'm very excited.

Perfect, the cashier is a guy.

"Uhm, hi I want to order some ice cream gallon. I can't see it on the fridge. Do you have it?"

Woah. He actually fell too fast in my charms, I still don't use my most flirtive voice.

"Yes of course Miss. Flavor?"

He then asked and he's little bit nervous. Why do you think so? Well, I just walk towards him and look out the cabinet on his back. I know he thought I just came towards him to flirt.

"So, I just saw it here. Thanks by the way."

I grinned then pull out his collar. Hmmm. I don't look aggressive here. Just put a little more.

I gasped then said, "I don't like your ice cream flavors here. I want a new."

I saw his smile widened then, signaled me to enter a personnel room. Good thing its late in the evening and he already switched off the cameras. Poor boy, he will lose his job and life in just a snap.

I ran like I'm an excited idiot, of course it was a part of the plan.

Few seconds after, I saw him enter the room and his uniform were unbottoned. Ready huh?

He came first towards me and grossly kissed me. We landed on the floor and of was now my turn to start off my evil plan if you say so.

"Do you want some challenge?"

I asked as I get off my clothes and keep on top of him. He nodded and I pull out the chains in my pocket.

He looked amazed yet confused. Good luck, you're such a fool don't you?

I put the chains in him and locked him out on one of the steel bars along it. I font want to describe what I'm doing to keep him from suspecting so yeah I do a lot to keep him busy.

Foot and hands on chains. I'm thoughtful that he still enjoy his last time being alive.

I clutched a cloth full of gas that I prepared earlier and wrapped around his face.

He tried to scream but I was so great that I bring my gas bottle with me and poured it all over him till he choked out to death.

I get his pulse and within minutes, he's perfectly fine dead. That's fast huh? I tried it few years back but that guys were big and they do gave lot of oxygen. But I'm wicked and let them drank gas again.

My plan gone out well. Time to erase the marks.

I lit off the gasoline shop with a cigarette butt and a lighter with it. Just to make sure.

I hurriedly came to my car, now full with gas that I got free and drove to Taylor's house. Sweet dreams gasoline boy.

Then the loud explosion was heard throughout the silent town.

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