Evanna Rale - Serial Killer

One - C.T

“His arms wrapped around my waist, and then I stabbed him because he is Justin Bieber and I am Clove and he needed to die!” this was my friend Clove talking to me about our latest celebrity assassination. You though that Justin Bieber went out of fashion didn’t you, well you were wrong! We killed him! Clove and I am celebrity serial killers and we ‘wipe out’ all celebrities that need to go. I know, we sound like bad guys, but were not. Were just ‘getting rid’ of celebrities that badly influence or effect our society.

My name is Evanna Rale, I’m 17 years old, I’ve been a serial killer for 2 years and I’ve killed 76 people. Clove has been my best friend since we both became eligible for the reaping at age 12. She is new to the job; I recently decided I needed to tell her about my secret job because I knew she would want to join me. We live in district 9 ¾ and there are currently 6 living victors, including the one and only Cato Hood. I despise him. He is seen with a different girl every week, I’ve seen some girls go into depression or cry for weeks because they thought he was the one. Soon enough they all realize he was just using them. One 16 year old girl, Juliana, committed suicide because she was entirely convinced she loved him and he loved her and they were meant to be together forever. I don’t think Cato even cares about what he does, and that is the main reason why I hate him with a passion. As you may have noticed this isn’t good for our district, so it’s mine and Cloves job to kill him to ensure all teenage girls of our district don’t go into depression.

“Go, go, go Clove! You’re going to be late, you need to meet him today!” I hiss at her while pushing her towards the door. Our usual strategy is to get in close with the target and then when the time comes, strike to kill! Clove is going to meet Cato tonight at his house party and try to get to know him. I look around our office, the walls are full of posters of all the people we have killed or have to kill. There are large blood red crosses across the assassinated people’s faces. “WAIT” Cloves yells making me jump back. She plucks a red pen off my desk and runs over to the poster of Justin Bieber, of course. She sighs with a satisfying smile as she draws across his head. “Brilliant, NOW GET OUT!” I yell at her while laughing. “alright, alright I’m going mum’ she says sarcastically, I shake my head as she closes the door behind her. Clove and I live together in our house/office and we’re basically each other’s best friend, only friend, sibling and parent, so we have a pretty close relationship.

--------------------------------------------------------- 8 days later ------------------------------------------------------------

Clove wouldn’t tell me anything about what was going on with Cato, all I know is she is taking way to long, he needs to die now! So tonight I am going his house, to kill him. The job needs to be done; we don’t have time to waste. Clove says she’s going one some mysterious date with a guy she met at the gym the other day, I’m a bit suspicious she has been acting really odd lately. Like I might kill her at any moment, she seems edgy and nervous about everything and to be honest I’m really concerned, because something is going on that she won’t even tell me!

Tonight is warm and muggy. It’s the middle of summer and the heat doesn’t get much worse, but nothing will stop me from completing my mission. I reach the outskirts of his huge house and scan the area. I can see a dim light from what looks like the kitchen, I can’t make out any figures but that must be where he is. There is a window I could peer through, maybe even kill him through if I just slip my gun through the gap.

My eyes peer through the window, but everything is still black. I blink my eyes trying to make out something going on inside the house, but nothing helps, there is no visible movement. What is he doing!? I’m just going to have to do this casually, knock on the door and when he answers it just kill him straight away and run from the scene. I nod to myself, agreeing on the plan. I creep to his front door, and not wanting to disturb the peace of the night, I gently knock against the mahogany wood. The atmosphere intensifies; I can hear the screeching of chairs and shuffling of feet. What is he doing!? My mind screams at me, I’m eager to find out! I load my gun, ready to shoot as soon as the door opens.