I opened a soda, and sat on the couch. I turned the channel to the news to see if my latest victim was on yet. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I kill people for the hell of it. I love watching the aftermath. How people just lose their mind over a simple dead body.
Before you judge, I'm not one of those who kill innocent people, at least not yet. All of my victims were drug dealers, prostitutes, or gang members. So the way I see it I'm doing more than the police ever could. Oh but trust me I've got something in store that will definitely surprise the shit out of everyone, and the best thing. No one will expect it.
£Cassidy's pov£
"Hey mom, can I go out tonight?" I beg hoping she will let me. My friends called me about three minutes ago to see if I wanted to come hang out at the rails, it's this old railroad track out in the middle of no where, where kids go to basically party, I don't tell her that part. "Are all your chores done?"
"Yes mama, so can I?" I repeat
"Yes, but you have to take your brother." I didn't want to admit it but I hate my mom right now, I'm glad I get to go, but I don't like John, my brother. "Do I have to?" I wined, showing my best puppy dog face, she wasn't buying it. John is my twin brother, and we have nothing at all in common. He sits in his room all day playing video games while I do all the chores. Mom got up and went to his room, a few minutes later he showed up looking just as unhappy as me. "Now y'all behave."
"We will mama, thank you." I huffed when we go out side. "Look, I don't want to be with you either so lets just get there." John stated, getting in the passenger seat.The drive was silent till we got close to 'The Rails' where the music was blaring to loud. "Okay, you have your phone so if something happens let me know." I threw my eyebrows up, and he nodded. We split up in the parking lot. "Hey Cassidy over here!" I could just hear one of my friends yell, I looked around and found them around Justin's car. Justin is Kim's, my best friend, boyfriend. "Hey guys ready for some fun?" I shout to be heard as I do a crappy victory dance.
We danced our butts off. The rails has a ton of boxcars that are cut down to make a even bigger dance floor, even the dj booth is numerous boxcar parts put together. In a way this place is by far the coolest place ever.
One moment everything is calm and the next there's ringing in my ear and Chailer, my other bff, hits the metal floor hard. Instantly blood is gushing from her head. Oh my god, she's dead. I feel my stomach churn before I taste bile in my throat, and I'm puking uncontrollably. Christian, my boyfriend, grabbed my arm and tugged me from my spot. "I saw your brother over there." he's out of breath from running. We head to where he pointed, just before we reached John another shot rang out and John went down. I screamed, fearing the worst, I may hate him, but he's still my brother. I dropped to his side, tears rolling from my eyes. "I've been hit in the leg!" he winces from the pain. Oh thank god he isn't dead, "lets get out now!" Chris picks John up carrying him in his arms. We ran as quick as we could to our cars. More shots went off as we reached my car, Chris's is right next to it, we hop in, Chris has John with him. We peel out of there, heading for the hospital, we will make it I know we will, we have to, he'll be okay. I repeat over in my head.
£End Cassidy's pov£
Damn, how could I have fucked up that one shot, the other seven were perfect. I told you I had something big in store that no one would expect. I can't wait to see the reactions tonight on the news. Shit will definitely hit the fan when the news about seven teenagers death spreads. Ah, there is nothing more I love than watching how quickly a persons face go's from straight fear to udder stillness in under a minute. It satisfies that empty hunger in the pit of my soul that can only survive off of the wonderful filling of others death.
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ActionI hate the word kidnapping, I prefer stolen. Well that's what it is, stealing.