100 theme challenge

21. Vacation

Warnings: contain gore scenes... Skip it if you're not into "how to kill your comrade without any trace" squad...

"I told you I don't wanna go," she frowned on the back seat, squeezed between two of her bulky friends. She gave a killer glare to her friend on the right, forced him to get off his hand from her shoulder. "And if I said I don't wanna go it means I really don't wanna go,"

"Oh, come on. We have the whole month off and three days on a villa near the mountain won't kill you really," a girl on the passenger seat in the front giggled. "We have onsen, table tennis, an unexplored beautiful bamboo forest, and many more. I'm sure you'll like it. Besides, you don't have to pay anything after all since Johan got a family coupon for five people,"

Yeah, and you all won't be able to use that coupon if there are only for of you coming. She cursed silently. Damn you, little bitch, for making me as a substitute for your golden bitch friend.

"Yeah whatever," she laid back on her seat. "How's Mia? Is she feeling better now?"

"That's harsh, Val," said the bulky fella on her right side. "You know that Mia got a fatal accident yesterday. She's still trying her best right now,"

See what I mean? She sighed. Their supposed to be a member in this vacation group was dying and they keep on going with their larking schedule. The worst part is they drag me along so they can having fun together.

"I'm sorry, but if you all have a gut to drag me along with you here, then don't blame me if I thought Mia was alright already. She was the one who supposed to fooling around with you right now,"

Instead of screaming those words in front of their disgusting face, Valerie took a big bag of marshmallow, opened it, and offered it to them. She really tried her best to fake her smile, and turned her voice into a friendly voice to toss some apology. It seems good enough though, since the hulk on her left side started to laugh again.

What a cheap human being. Food and sugar coated words with some fake smiles and all of you already defeated. As expected from so called high school social butterflies, they are nothing but a bunch of moody and educated bitches. My brother was right. They have less brain than normal human being should have.

Allow me to introduce my party. On the driver wheel is the head, the core of this lame joke, a billionaire's son named Johan. Everybody at school is willing to lick on his ass just for some luxury souvenir from a faraway land. A bit cute actually, but his attitude can make the Holy Mother throw her holy lunch up. I bet even the seventh hell dwellers behave better than him.

Move to the back seat, there are two heavy muscle gargoyles, which are Johan personal bodyguard. Basically, they just two sacks of walking muscles with fancy boxing gloves, for they can do anything besides beating somebody up. A pair of professional junior boxer, they say. They are just a pair of hyperactive steroid junkies.

"How long until we arrived there, Johan?" the girl in the front seat whined once again. "I'm tired,"

"We'll be there soon, Susan darling," said the driver in the sweetest way his bass voice could have. "Hang in there,"

Now we have this bitch. Valerie looked at Susan and imagined twenty different ways to kill her in three minutes. This bitch, this queen of high school whore, is the main reason why I hate myself for being dragged by this clique. God, since I can't kill these for sure, I hope I can teleport back to my room and having my me-time with my bed.

Then suddenly, the resort was there. A beautiful inn indeed, with a beautiful garden and lovely bamboo forest surrounding it. The loveliest thing was Valerie couldn't spot another car parked on its lawn. She grabbed the bulky arms on her left side, freaked the hulk out.

"How long should I stay here again?" asked Valerie.

"Three days,"

"And we're all alone?"

"Well, if you count out the staffs working in there then yes, we're alone. This is an unpopular inn beside the biggest and most popular inn in town. Even in peak seasons there are only few who willing to stay here. Rumors say that this is the last season for them to running their business for their entire lawn had bought by the neighboring inn,"

"Really?" Valerie smiled. "Outstanding,"

***

Three days had been passed perfectly. Valerie hit the music player with her favorite sad song, put it in the highest volume she could handle, and sang along with it. This must be the best day in her teenager life, the biggest achievement she had until that day. And of course, that car she drove will need a lot of modification, or maybe she just need to let it slide into a cliff and disappear, like those four bodies she destroyed yesterday.

"So relaxing," she said, climbed the hill in her normal speed. "No one around. Just me and my favorite melodies. Ahh, I hope this won't last forever,"

I bet no one will find those bulky gargoyles inside a pack of hound's bellies. She giggled when she remembered what happened on those bulky fellas back there. Really, those steroid junkies looked fearsome in their fake muscles, but they could do nothing before my ingenuity, and of course my lovely friend I met there, a beautiful Motuo pit viper. And the bamboo forest there was a handy place to hid them. Lurk them inside and they would never get out anymore.

After the convulsion stops, I just need to cut one of their fingers and gave it to the wild hound. Oh, didn't forget to put a trail to drag them into the rest of their bodies, and they were done for good. Without them, Johan was nothing but a whinny rich boy. Of course it'd need more than a weak jab my skinny arms could afford, but I could handle it by stung him with a stunt gun. After that, emptying his blood vessel was not a big problem. Well, I loved him once, so I buried his body and sow a random flower I found in the inn's garden on his grave, just in case I'd visit him next time I go there.

The most fascinating progress was killing that high school whore, Susan. Well, I'm not the one who killed her after all, I won't strain my hand with her filthy hoe blood. But it interesting to watched her body falling down slowly into the river bed as I add more stones on her belly. Her muffled scream sounds terribly ugly, as ugly as her true face. But I was happy since those were the end of the source of my hatred. I thank God to let me eliminate those fucked up people from my life, by my own hand. That feels really nice.

"So, which part of the cliff should I break to get rid of this car?" Valerie put her gloves on, wiped every part that she touched inside the car, went out. She turned on its machine, pulled its break, and satisfied watched the car felt down and wrenched in the bottom of the cliff into a beautiful fire flower. She then walked down the hill to the nearest stop, dragging her backpack along.

"I hope I can catch the last bus,"