When she dies

Avenge.

There is something odd in humans. They have this strange addiction with devices.
The man who holds a mirror is all for himself. A selfish man who has quite the delicious anger problems.
He kills when insulted.
Ruthless.

"I'm so pretty oh so pretty." The man with the mirror sings. He fixes his tie and his long blond hair. I trail behind him as he enters his kitchen. He kicks the stove open. He bends down.
With a simple push he is inside. I close it.
It grows hot. The man with the mirror bangs on the door. Screaming. Yelling.
My hair wraps around the door growing longer and longer. It ties in a large knot. He no longer is able to bang on it. It is to tight for him to budge.
A knife.
A fire.
Some hair.
It is easy.
Too easy.
His finger is burned.
Then another.
Then his palm.
He kicks once more.
My eyes widen as I turn and disappear.
He kicks it down and lunges out.

...Too easy...

The man with the mirror pants heavily.
Flicker
Flicker.
Ignoring the strange sudden flickering. He runs over and grabs a bandage. He wraps his burned hand up.
With a swift swing his hair is cut both sides all too perfectly.
This shocks him. He holds his hand as he searches around for whatever is trying to
Kill
Him.
No luck he runs and hides in his large room.
The door nob to his room begins to shake violently.
He doesn't quite understand why he must go this way.
That is why I am here.
To make him understand the pain and suffering he has caused shall be paid for.
Painfully.
With much rage.

He goes over and holds it.
It
Drops.
He takes a step back. "W-Who is there? What do you want??"
*scratch*
He swings open the door.
Sharp nails go along his short hallway.
His tender lip trembles. As the girl with long black hair slowly walks his way. Her nails scratching and ruining the light paint on his wall.
He presses himself against a wall as I approach him oh so slowly.
"Gene." I say slowly. Such patience to kill. "You know what comes next." I speak again. My scratchy whisper.
"I don't." He says with bravery and his silly anger. "I don't deserve any of this shit. People deserved that death."
"Did they now? Or was it your pathetic adorable anger?"
He pulls out his gun. Aiming it at my chest. With a slight hesitation he shoots. I move and disappear. He takes several steps forward. He falls to his knees in relief. I rise from the ground. Right behind him. Giving him some space to jerk around I take a step back.
He does just that. "You really are dead aren't you?"
I smile.
A silent giggle.
A soft laugh.
A evil horrible laugh.
The man with the mirror spreads his fear all over himself. Shaking he falls over backwards.
Lightning.
Turns to fire.
Turns to FLAMES.
The man catches fire and screams with every fiber of his being.
I watch as he slowly burns.
Crisp and dark. I slowly walk past him as he reaches out to me.
"They will catch you!!"

I leave the place as it slowly burns down. People looking with confusion.
Lily rides her bike by and jumps off it when she too sees the fire. She spots me walking down the sidewalk. I don't bother looking at her. I disappear once the fire truck passes by.
She calls Bella. Getting on to her bike.
"Bella, Marin killed again."
"Ugh what did she do?"
"She burned a house down. An expensive one at that."
"Why was she after the person? Do you know anything about it?"
"All I know is he was a selfish man named Gene. We spoke once. He was a suspect of murder once. Got away with it. Dick."
"So he must of been why else would she do that?"
"I don't know but I'm about to find out once I get away from people cause I'd rather not go BACK to the mental hospital."

Bella stands beside a mirror against the wall. Her head facing up.
Eyes closed.
She sighs. "Marin. We need to talk."
Soft wind. She looks over at the mirror. The mirror I stand in.
Head bowed.
Face covered with hair.
"Mari. You need to lower down the killing. You can't go around killing all these people. I don't want you getting caught--"
My grey hand reaches out of the mirror and grabs the outside of it. It cracks due to the grip. I heave myself out onto the sink. My bare grey feet holding onto the edge. My hands beside it.
"Shh." I say silently.
Bella jerks around and falls backward below the sink. A dark figure with white eyes and long hair stands there. It's long arms. On both walls.
Bella shakes as she looks up.
I am no longer there.
"Dammit Marin." She whispers. The dark figure goes to the ground. A dark circle taking its place.
Bella takes the chance and runs out. A sharp pain enters her hand. So sharp she falls over. She slides herself to the wall. There she holds her wrist. The figure rises up. It smiles warmly. It slowly walks to Bella.
"No." She whispers.