I took the knife from his chest and placed it in my back pocket. I took out my old worn out note book and wrote down some facts about victim 7: Jack Barakat 21 years old. I put my note book in my backpack. I quickly took out a box of matches, I lit up one match and threw it on Jacks blood stained body. I watched as the flames caught fire to his clothes then his skin. I turned away from his burning body and walked down the street not once looking back.
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okay so this is a new fic I got this idea after seeing of mice and men perform at warped tour. Enjoy and send feedback! - becca
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flowers in his hair, blood on her hands //Alan Ashby\\
Fanfiction[slightly based a upon the movie Jennifer's Body] Meet Alexa Stone, she hates relationships but likes the attention. When she meets a boy she likes she murders them to avoid growing attached to them. Until one day a mysterious ginger boy with a flow...
