Killer (completed)

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"A-aunt May? What are you doing here? Were  you kidnapped too?" I asked.

She turned and glared at me, like I was a salesmen that turned up on a Sunday morning.

"Are you freaking kidding me?! I spent months planning this out! Of course I'm not kidnapped, I kidnapped you! God, you'd think I'd get more credit for being and evil mastermind!" She complained.

"What?!" I stared at her. I must have misheard.

"I know it wasn't as good as when I took your parents, but really, not everyone can say they've pulled off a kidnapping!" She continued.

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. "W-What?! That was you! Where are they?! What did you do!" I yelled, moving forward.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. That was me. And they're dead. You think I'm just going to keep them around? I have other things to do! I don't need Two deadweights dragging me down." She giggled at her crappy pun.

"But she was your sister! How could you do that?!" I screamed.

Aunt May gave me a dirty look. "Well, sometimes you can't trust the people you want to. I found out the same way you did."

I looked confused, so she pointed to the phone. The fake photo of Daniel and Grace.

"Yes. Your father was mine. Until my worthless skank I'd a sister stole him from me. But never mind. She got what she was coming to her."

She kneeled and pulled a knife out of her boot. She straightened up and crept forward. "And now your going to get what's coming to you."

I fell against the wall and screamed.