Masks

So, you wouldn't think that two of the awesomest, most beautiful girls in your school were capable of murder, would you? Well you'd be wrong. I'd know for sure, because I did kill people. I still do. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a villain. I kill people who deserve it. Men who rape and hurt women, I slit their throats. People who abuse kids in anyway, I give them a shot to the head. People who murder others, lose their heads. They're bastards, and deserve far worse than what I give them. I give them a quick ending, while those despicable men get a fast and mostly painless way out. Some would say I'm a monster. I would say I'm an anti-hero. I started out as a hero, simply trapping these men for the courts to try. And then I watched as so, so many got off Scot free, even blaming the women who were abused. If justice will not be served by law, then I will take it into my own hands. My best friend agrees with me. She's been fighting this with me for as long as I remember us even knowing what to fight. Just Sammy and I. Rebecca and Sammy, always partners.

I share a glance with Sammy as we make our way to the door. She checks the list. "Well, it's us two and some guys. Samuel and Dakota?"

A soft warm breath teases my neck. "That would be us two." I turn to see the very same guys who I assume are a couple. The guy with the darker hair stands dangerously close to me, almost touching me. I take several steps back, my fingers twitching with the desire to create a knife to defend myself.

Sammy tosses her hair over her shoulder, distracting Dakota. She was playing a move she used at the bar. Strange for her to act in such a careless aloof way. Maybe he isn't gay like I assumed.