KitKat

5. Birthday Party Gone Wrong

She trudged to the other neighbours' house with Jeff.

This is fucking humiliating.

Here she was,an independent thirteen-year old,going to a five-year old's birthday party. She put her Dodgers cap on and opened the gate.

Numerous kids were running around as if on sugar rush.

In cowboy hats and plastic guns.

"What in the actual fuck," she heard Jeff mutter. They pushed their way through the kids to the refreshment table. She stood on a chair,making sure to tuck her tail in. A six-year old ran up to them. "Wanna pway?" he asked eagerly. Before she could refuse,the little kid pushed two plastic guns in their hands and ran away. She felt excitement in having a gun,even if it was fake.

Before she knew it,she and Jeff were back-to-back,fighting hyperactive cowboys.

Sophia had to admit,it was fun. She looked up at the sound of a gunshot,growling.

Randy. Again and again and again. "Looks like we got a stalker on our hands," she mumbled. He was holding a revolver,shooting at random as the children fled,screaming.

Some died. "Jeff,we gotta do something," she yelled,tugging at his white hoodie.

Snap. That was the sound of her sanity,finally giving in and breaking at the seams.

She giggled and ran at Randy,dodging the metal bullets that came down like rain and his cronies,sweep-kicking them as they crashed to the ground. She knocked Randy over and pinned him down with her foot. "Hmm. What should I do with you? Ah,I know," she mused. She whistled and Jeff came over,grinning like a madman. "Go ahead," Sophia offered. "Gladly." He leaped on the boy,punching the place where his heart was. Sophia punched his chest,harder and harder as he screeched and thrashed around. Finally,he stopped and went still. No pulse.

She laughed hard as she saw his dead body,clutching her sides and gasping for breath,noticing a knife commonly used for cutting cake,and picked it up.

The other two had already gotten up,pointing guns at them. Sophia frowned and pulled Jeff along into the house,muttering,"They're no fun." She turned and stared at the boys. "Where is your God now?" she asked quietly. "He abandoned you,all of you. You can't stop it. He's dead. Yes,that's right,your little leader is dead. We killed him." She tipped her cap at Jeff,acknowledging his presence. In a flash,she motioned for him to follow her as the bullets zipped past.

They were in the bathroom. "Jeff,please be a dear and kill the skinny one. I've got some work to do." Sophia grinned crookedly and ran past him into the deserted living room. The fat kid was pointing the gun at her.

Before anything,she grabbed the gun and shot his leg,hearing a crack to indicate that she had broken his leg. He yelled in pain and charged at her. She sidestepped him and stabbed the knife in his back,ripping the muscle and breaking his spinal cord. He fell as blood leaked out,and she tore the skin on his back,humming.

Making her way to the bathroom,Sophia could hear screams coming from behind the door. She opened it to see Jeff,lit on fire,screaming. The skinny boy laughed,and she grabbed the towel rack he was using and thrust it into his throat,pinning him to the wall,dead.

The screams seemed to be getting fainter,so she grabbed a cup and filled it with water,dumping it onto Jeff.

It didn't do much.