Schedule

3:15 AM:

3:15 AM: It's George Foyet. That was unexpected. You rush into the guest bedroom and answer it. "I'm in the area, and I know you want to see me." Classing narcissism. "Meet me in the alley per usual, I have a plan for tonight." He says, you knew what he meant. "Don't think you can just control this, I'm choosing what we do tonight and if you have a problem with that deal with it." You reply. Badass. "I like your attitude. Just hurry up." You waste no time. Black jeans, oversized black hoodie, combat boots, and a disposable cell. You're ready. You meet him in less than 5 minutes. Going 100 miles an hour is painfully underrated. Here's your plan: The first 7 people (it has to be 7) that you both see are going to die tonight. That's a total of 14 people. Did I mention it's November 14th? Or that you set your first fire in the woods at 14? Well now you know. Foyet likes this plan. "You're more intelligent than you look." He says. Was that a compliment? Regardless you carry out the plan with little to no hesitation, which is disturbing but affective. After it's over it's around 4 AM, you were both efficient. You both get in the back seat of his car and he pushes you against the seat, it hurts but not to the point where you don't enjoy it. He doesn't bother to ask if you're, well, ready which doesn't surprise you and you kind of like it. You're both done, And he drives you back to your place. No regrets.