Love Conquers All _The Sequel_

Chapter Nine - Obsessed

Mary's POV:

As I lecture my replicated fiends, I somewhat lose focus in the words I am speaking, because I begin to think about who I'm gonna kill next.

I realize moments later that, due of my lack of consciousness of my speech, I'm just spitting out phrases like, "Ahflupakin aminslop," and other sorts of jibber jab.

My clones are unaware, nonetheless.

"You are here only to exist. I am your queen, and you obey me. You cannot make any choices on your own, you rely on solely me, and should any of you turn violent, you will be impaired," I say, and the clones stand attentive.

"Now, stay here, don't move until I say you can. Understood?"

"Yes, queen," the twins say, and the word "queen" gives me shivers.

I exit the theatre and walk out into the hallway, where Tex is standing, clutching Michael's heavy body.

"Gimme," I say, and hold my hands out. Tex slumps the corpse over to me.

"So...?" Tex asks, pushing his neck forward and opening his eyes wide. He looks pretty stupid.

"So what."

"Did it work? Are they clones?" He's shaking with excitement as he awaits my answer.

"Oh, yeah. They're all identical to me now," I say, and smile a peaceful smile.
"Who do you wanna get next?" I ask.

"Uh.. What? We're killing more people?" Tex looks wary.

"Yes, Tex. The whole world, remember? We need to find out a way we can commit mass murder, without killing ourselves." I start to turn on my heels, walking back towards the house so I can put Michael in his freezer room.

"Hm. Well, we can't do a bomb or any sort of poison, because we don't want to harm the planet..." Tex thinks aloud.

"I guess I could just go kill them by hand," I say, somewhat enthralled by the thought of it.

"Mary, there's billions of people on this earth. Your seriously gonna kill each of them by hand?"

"Do you doubt me, servant?" I spit at his feet and begin to walk faster, reaching the door of the house.

"No, I just - it seems tiring," Tex explains.

"Well for now, it seems fun," I respond, then turn around and look at him with a wild gloss in my eyes and run away.

I put Michael in his room, then fly away to the nearest neighborhood.

As I fly over the green trees, I search for a spot to land. I choose a little driveway, in front of a cute, neat house.

I enter the house without hesitation.

I kill and kill and kill and kill until it's the entire neighborhood is dead. I kill until the city is just a ghost town. I murder and stab and take lives and it's just like being on a drug. The more I do it the more I want to keep doing it.

I've murdered a massive amount of people, and I'm carrying their bodies in a sack on my back.

Later on, I return to Neverland and convert the bodies into my clones and throw them into the room with my other minions, giving them the same speech as I had the others.

As I walk back to the house, hands stained with blood, I feel more alive than I ever have before.

I... I...

I think I'm obsessed with killing...

It's all for Michael.