Juvenile Delinquents

Cat Fight -Part 2

Greta punched me in the face. I stumbled back from the impact and blinked a few times. My head was spinning. "What are you going to do now, Mel?" She taunted. The familiar sticky feeling of blood dripped down my nose as I gently touched it. Don't blow, don't blow. Be calm. Stay calm. Don't let her win. Don't play her game. I thought to myself. "Are you going to fight me? Or will you pussy out?" It was as if I saw a switch within her. She was no longer in control. That little split psychopath was awake. I kept mine in tacked. I had do.

     Valentino, Peter and William were the reasons for all of this. No matter how many times we tried to get away from it, they always followed us. The only difference with me, was that Valentino crafted me before the girls. He forced me to kill. He threatened Greta and Willow if I didn't kill that poor man. Worst part was, I actually listened to Valentino. I killed that man that night. I became someone different, something dangerous. Something within me grew and I add to feed into it. I couldn't get rid of it once it was awake. Valentino told me I always had a split personality. A little demon hidden within.

     That was one of the reasons for us dating. He saw my potential in becoming a serial killer and used it to his advantage. Even though I didn't want to, I kept going out with Valentino. Helped him with his kills. It was refreshing sometimes. After an argument with my parents or friends, I would find Valentino and we would cause mass murders. It was trilling but also became my personalize nightmare. I became strong. When he took myself and the girls to our own personalize hell, we managed to break out of there but that night they grew a mini version of their own psychopaths as well. Their very own mini demon. Just like mine, it was hidden and later brought out the night of the killing.

     We blamed Valentino, Peter and William for what they did. They created us and though she tried to shut it off, it wouldn't work. It kept nagging at us to do more crimes, more killings. Worst part was, we listened to it. When we were on the run, we killed other criminals. Ones who were never innocent and always known for being worse than us. We always enjoyed a challenged and worked together to kill. But in that moment, it was Greta versus me.

     A low chuckled escaped my lips as I tied my long red hair into a high pony tale. I saw red and I tried to control it. I wanted to put Greta in her place. "Get ready to die, bitch." Within seconds I lunched at her and collided my fist with her cheek. The back of her head hit the wall as blood flew out of her mouth.

    "Nice hit." A psychotic smile remained on her face. Blood stained her teeth. "But I think we can take it up a notch." Greta swiftly kneed me in the stomach. I hunched over and with a hard shove, fell onto the floor. I heaved. The slow burn of losing air ran threw my veins as Greta's heel dug into my chest. I clawed at her ankle. A deadly smirk was on her face. I've seen that side of Greta before, it was scary but not as scary as mine.

     Removing her foot, she stomped on my chest. Any air left in me was gone. She quickly moved away and walked towards the broken painting on the wall. She was heading for the switch blade. Pulling it out, I watched in pain as she made her way towards me. I tried to pull myself up but it was no use, I had no energy and I would not let my split personality get the better of me. Sitting on my chest, she chocked me with one hand as the other held the blade. Her deadly smirk grew as I waited for the impact for the blade to slash against my already indulged shoulder. A loud ear-piercing scream raised from my throat.

     The little voice in the back of my head was calling for me. Begging to be released. My eyes squeezed shut as she dug the blade deeper. My screams grew. 'Let me out. You'll live and we'll be alight'. The little demon begged as I pushed it away. 'I know you want to. Come on, let's show her who's boss.' She whispered and I grunted in pain. I felt it creeping up within me. 'Look at what she'd doing to you. She's killing you.' I huffed and knew there was no way out of this. 'Let me kill her.' I opened my eyes and saw that wicked smirk on her face. The blade dug deeper as I felt it hit my bone.