Poor Kiara

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I drop Bonnie right in front of her house. She says. "Thank you for today." She smiles. I shrug. "All I did was walk you." I say. "Still. I appreciate it." She insists. I nod.

Bonnie fiddles with her fingers and asks. "Have your parents and brother returned?" I shake my head. "Nah, hopefully they'll stay away." I say. If they return, I won't be able to kill. "Who's in your house then?" She asks, confusion thick in her voice. She tilts her head slightly. I turn around. There is a black Toyota Corolla in my driveway next to my black jeep. I furrow my brow and try to think if anyone is going to visit me. They're probably dead anyway because of Kiara.

I turn to Bonnie. "It's my aunt. I forgot she is visiting." I lie to her and yet she nods and smiles. She believes me like the idiot she is. "How long will she stay? You could have dinner with us." She offers. "Why do you keep asking me to come over?" I ask, pushing my one hand in my pocket.

Bonnie blushes and says. "It's because..." She exhales slowly. "Your parents told us to look after you before they left. Its kind of makes us feel guilty if you're alone in your house." She says, looking up at me. She has sympathy in her eyes. Her bottom lip quivers and I can tell she is telling the truth. She is always nervous around me, so it explains her lip.

I shift on my feet and say. "Thanks, but I can take care of myself so don't bother yourself with it. See you at school." Bonnie nods and smiles. We walk away from each other.

I enter my house quickly and drops of blood already start forming close to the door. I follow the liquid. It travels all the way to the kitchen before the blood got more. A thud echo's and a person scream out in a raspy voice. "Help me." They cry out.

I walk behind the table where the blood begins to become more and it is smudged. I stand in front of a woman. Heh, I guessed the gender right. She cries out in pain. "Help me." Her tears dripping down her cheeks. She has blood spilling out of her back. I bend down to her. "Do you know Derek?" I ask. She shakes her head. "How did you get into my house?" I ask. "The door was unlocked." I yell at her. "Don't lie!" "It's true." She says, lowering her head in fear. "Take me to the hospital! Your robot attacked me." "She attacks anyone who isn't me. You're an idiot to enter someone's house without their permission." I say and stand.

I look for Kiara. She isn't anywhere in sight. I open all the doors except the front door. She walks out of the bathroom. A limp in her walk. She has a knife in her eye. I frown and grit my teeth. I walk to the woman. She is crawling. I grab the woman by her hair. "You should have let Kiara kill you." I say. This woman deserves to die.

Kiara walks to me. I disable her senses and sensors. I take the knife out of her eye, but she still whimpers. I slit the lady's throat and let go of her head. It slams against the floor as her body becomes limp.

I stand and pick up Kiara. I carry her to the basement. It is huge. I use it for robotics. My parents allow it as a hobby since I am obviously too smart for school. I lay Kiara on the table and I shut her down. I should first clean up the blood just in case anything happens. It's better to be careful. I use hydrogen peroxide to clean up all the blood. When I am done, I return to the basemen.


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