Hello people. This is literally the fifth time I have written this. I finally got so tired of having to delete all the chapters and posting new ones that I deleted the old Killer Kids story to start a new one. So welcome to my story, I'm try really hard to finish it this time.

All OCs. If you don't like, don't read. I'm doing this for NaNoWriMo, so expect at least a chapter every day.

With that, let's begin.

Chapter One

The house was trashed. Not as trashed as it could have been or has been in the past, but trashed nonetheless. Red cups and bottle caps littered the floor. There were Cheetos all over the front porch and someone clogged the sink with Marcie's birthday cake. MaKenzie found a red thong in the living room and there were three people cuddling in Megan's bed. All in all, it was a pretty successful party. No one died, no one got alcohol poisoning, and no one got into any fights.

MaKenzie fell asleep in the dining room, all the couch cushions made in to a bed. Her back was to the wall and her hand firmly grasped the five-inch knife hidden under her pillow. All was right with the world; all was as it should be.

Although MaKenzie looked like she was sleeping peacefully, she really wasn't. She never really slept soundly, for the fear that The School was coming for her. Her fear and paranoia of the strange wolf-human hybrid Maximum and her Flock would call 'Erasers' crippled her sleep, but enhanced her protectiveness over her friends, school and family.

Somewhere in the corners of her mind, she detected the sounds of creaking. Someone was in the room next door. Her imagination exploded with a thousand different possibilities. It could be a Whitecoat coming to take her back to Death Valley, a police officer to bust them for having a party and serving alcohol to minors. It could be her best friend Megan making some breakfast. Maybe it was even Maximum Ride. She knew it was probably Megan or Paige, MaKenzie's other best friend, or Marcie, Megan's sister. But just the possibilities were endless.

….

At The School, imagination was all but prohibited. It was never a spoken rule, more like an obvious rule; a rule that was always there but just never an official rule. But MaKenzie was a rebel. Not in the way Maximum Ride was, more like the way she always was; a rebel in the small, almost meaningless ways. Thinking of amazing, almost larger than life fantasies in her head was the equivalent of launching a full-scale rebellion.

That is, until the larger than life dreams were no longer enough. When the metal bars of her cage seemed to close in on her and the only options left was to launch a full-scale rebellion and escape.

….

MaKenzie would be the first to admit how totally brainwashed The School had her. Not brainwashed into loving or believing in The School, but brainwashed into fearing The School's power. She was brainwashed with hatred, fear and sadness. Most importantly, she was brainwashed with power. Power over another human's life. She had the power to decide whether someone lived or died; a power that was incredibly addictive.

She was terrified of The School and what they would do if she acted out. She saw other kids her age beaten and tortured, so she just never tested them. She never rebelled, right up until the moment she did.

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Back in the real world, MaKenzie laid asleep, well, as asleep as she could be. The fantastic imaginations in her mind had only begun to stop when there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen. Was that a girl screeching or an Eraser howling after the crash? Or was she just crazy with paranoia? MaKenzie laid there, paralyzed with fear because in a few short seconds, all the nightmares from her childhood would suddenly become real again.

So she waited, listening to the footsteps go from the kitchen, to the living room, to the dining room. She realized with a start that she was in the dining room. Her eyes were closed and she could almost feel the sweat dripping down her forehead. The footsteps stopped and she knew the person was directly in front of her. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack because her heart was racing, beating a million times per second. MaKenzie then felt a sharp pain in her ribs. She realized that the person who was standing right over her kicked her in the side, quite hard actually.

No, she was not going back to The School, not now, not ever, She was going to fight or die trying. No one ever willingly goes back to Hell.

As quickly as she could, her arm shot out of her blanket. She grabbed the stranger's ankle and pulled as hard as she possibly could. The stranger smacked the floor with a powerful crash and within two seconds, MaKenzie had them pinned down, straddling them with a knife on their neck. The knife glistened from the sunlight shining through the window opposite of them.

It was only then when MaKenzie had the guts to look at the face of the person and realized that this was no henchman from The School that was trapped underneath her. It was Marcie, Megan's older sister. Her eyeliner from the previous night was smeared all over her eyes, only bringing more attention to the fear that was in them. MaKenzie realized that Marcie was about to scream, so she released her hands that she had pinned high above her head. She slammed her hand on top of Marcie's mouth, just in time to stop the squeak from escaping her lips.

"Sssshhh" MaKenzie paused, trying to gather the strength to use her powers. She always hated taking advantage of others, and they were just another sign showing how much of a freak she really was. "You do not want to scream. You are perfectly safe. I am not going to hurt you." Which was almost a complete lie. MaKenzie didn't want to hurt Marcie, she really didn't. But the urge was there. Black tinted her vision.

All she had to do was press the blade harder against Marcie's throat and it would be over. Blood would flood out of her neck, staining her clothes and MaKenzie's hands. Marcie would choke on her own blood. No screaming. No one would ever be able to find the murderer. She would run, hide. Find somewhere else where no one would suspect, become someone else. No one would ever find her, they could never find her.

She hadn't killed anyone in almost three years, not since she broke out, and she planned to keep it that way. She pushed those thoughts back into the corners of her mind. Not today. Her vision returned to normal.

"I am not going to hurt you." MaKenzie said with more conviction, convincing both herself and Marcie. Marcie nodded, speechless. "You are not going to tell anyone about what just happened." She said firmly. Marcie nodded again. "Are you alright?" She nodded once more.

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MaKenzie and Marcie's relationship has always been strained, at beat. At worst, their relationship was an absolute shitstorm. Marcie was a vain, vindictive bitch who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. Reputation was everything to her. She was an expert at making mountains out of molehills. So when her little sister Megan started hanging out with the strange, shy new girl, she was not happy. Actually, she was pissed. Rumors were flying about MaKenzie: She was in foster care for killing her parents! She lived in the wilderness for her entire life! She doesn't even know how to write her own name! It took almost three months for people to stop whispering about MaKenzie.

To other people, these things were just fun rumors. To Marcie, these things were as good as facts.

Marcie hated MaKenzie, not for her personality or attitude, but for the rumors that circulated around her. MaKenzie never did anything to try and change Marcie's mind. MaKenzie's indifference towards her did not stop Marcie from talking shit about MaKenzie, to her face or behind her back. If she actually cared what others thought about her, she would probably be legitimately hurt by the names she'd been called; but she didn't care so that was that.

….

All that MaKenzie knew now was that the two now shared a secret, and that Marcie would never treat her the same again.

She got off of Marcie. She laid there for a couple seconds before getting up and running out of the room. MaKenzie didn't call after her or apologize. She just pocketed the knife in her hoodie.

Ahhh, the life of a mutant bird freak. Mostly just the life of a Killer Kid.

Welcome to her life.