Our Bloody Girls (Sequel to The Killer's Girl)

Chapter 15- Plan

Skully's P.O.V.

"I want them dead." I hissed. "Dead and buried. All four of them. Fucking Iris, the fucking twins, and that fucking son of hers. All of them, murdered brutally, mutilated if it's an option. I want Jeff to be all mine. These kids have become quite a complication. As if that bitch wasn't complicated enough..."

Pinkamena was playing with her cleaver, a look of malice in her eyes. "That little bitch destroyed my relationship with Slendy. I may not have loved him, but he was useful, and I had him wrapped around my pinkie. She just had to go ruin that, huh? Now he has a daughter. That Karen bitch died pretty stupidly so her kid could live. He has an entire family of idiots." she sighed.

Jane stared off. "I want my way with Iris and Jeff dead. Simple as that. They caught us last time, but that's because we rushed them out in the open." We all nodded. Recollecting what happened, I remembered the brown haired daughter.

"We're gonna have a serious issue with that Jazz kid. She's a little Jeff. Same fire in her eyes, same killing instinct. If she's as deadly as him, then that might be an issue. You see, I love my Jeffy-kins, but I know he's a psycho. Two of him may be a little much to handle."

We all thought for a moment. Pinkamena broke the silence. "We need to take away what they have. They're little neighborhood fortress. What are they without it?" I nodded my head in agreement.

"Good idea, but how do we destroy a huge fucking city?" I asked. We went back to thinking.

"It's a good idea, but give it time. We first have to plan other things. Maybe we could kill one of them. For the most part, they all love each other a lot. Take one away, and all you have are broken mourners." I added.

They looked around. "Yes, but who do we kill?" asked Jane. "There's five of them." She had a point. Once more, we went back to thinking about our options.

"Iris." We said simultaneously. Jane shrugged. "Sure, I'd like to have her to myself, but I'd rather break Jeff more. And taking away his little trophy wife would crush him."

"She's been in my way for too long. I mean, I called him first! He's my Jeffy-weffy!" I put in.

"The bitch has done enough to me. I would love to have the satisfaction of ending her with a simple chop to the neck. It would be easy, and not having to hear that bitch go one cussing or smell her smokers breath anymore would be a real treat." Pinkamena chuckled.

It was settled then. We would start our plan by taking out Jeff's Iris. Sharpening our knives, strategically planning everything out, and mentally going through every possible scenario, we made our plan.