Excel's PoV

Why did he do that? It had finally hit my head today. He doesn't care. He never cared. He never cared about Excel as she thought he did. Well you know what? Fuck him. Fuck him and ACROSS. The only one who did care about Excel was Hat-chan. I'm sorry Hat-chan but I have to do this. And all because he didn't fucking care. He could've been nice to Excel. She gave him all of her loyalty. That bastard! He should go to hell for what he did. I'll make sure of it.

Last night I had a weird dream. I had brought a gun to ACROSS and hid it in my uniform making sure no one saw it. The time had come to salute the gorgeous but asshole Ilpalazzo. I did my part in saluting him but this time....this time was different. I had a huge smirk on my face and I had saluted him in a way that made him wonder. He even asked me if I was alright. The bastard obviously doesn't have a clue. His death would be slow. And painful. I nodded my head and told him I was better than ever, and I said it in a devious way. He raised an eyebrow and reached for the rope. But I was quicker. I quickly drew my weapon and shot the arm that was reaching for the rope. He cried out in pain as I shot his other arm. The look on his face was priceless. I walked closer to the asshole with the smirk still on my face. I was up close and ready to do what I have been waiting to do. Excel shot the bastard. She shot the bastard laughing. Laughing at the look on his face. Laughing at all the blood he bled. Laughing at his pain. Now the bastard knows how it feels.

I woke up disappointed that it was a dream. But that could change. Excel can fix that. So Excel nicked a gun off a dealer she saw today. She is going to shoot the bastard. I will show him the meaning of pain. How it feels to be dropped down in a pit. The pit of death. I promise I will get my sweet revenge. As soon as I finish this Popsicle. Damn my PoV is short. Did the readers expect this? Even Excel is wondering why she made it so short.