Katie Perry
She sits. She waits. She’s tired. Prom night, I knew it was the night she was going to make her move, but why? Why me? Why my boyfriend? Why not someone else; anyone else? All I could think of was to keep him away. Keep him safe, but I knew he wouldn’t listen. I just knew it. That’s when I came up with plan B. It was clear to me that she wasn’t interested in me, at least as a meal. Now all I had to do was give her a better menu for the night ahead. I sat and stared at my ticket. I hate this stupid town, the stupid theme, that stupid band, hey wait the band. They were going to be there. The ones who had started this whole mess. The ones who had forever changed our lives, back again. I wanted nothing more than to inflict a fraction of the pain that they had caused for us. I knew I would be hated. The town, the school, practically the world would find it such a tragedy if anything happened to these so-called saints. It was then I knew what I had to do.
I called her. I told her I was sorry and that I wanted to talk and hoped we could go to prom together like we had planned since we were little girls. It was a long shot, but I knew she would show. She had to. Just then I saw her moving slowly up the walk. She was weak. I had to reason with her. I had to reason with the devil. I made my plan known. I begged, I pleaded, I cried and then I looked at her for the first time. I wasn’t actually looking at her but her eyes. The evil that possessed her was dark and ran deep. She then turned and walked away. Had I won? Did I get through to her? I tried to keep up as she was heading to the school, praying she left him alone. All of a sudden I heard screams. The screams weren’t from any of her usual prey. The girls were screaming and running out of the gym. Who? Who was all I could think. I ran in against the crowd and saw them, all of them lying across the stage. It had worked. She had listened to me. She didn’t just randomly kill. She went after the ones who had caused her predicament. She was now a weapon that I could use for good. I could keep her strong, I could keep her alive, and I could keep my best friend. Using her to feed on the murderers, the rapists, on the evil that plagued this world I had the best of both worlds. Who says killing is all bad?
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