Sinead peered at herself in the shattered mirror, her make up streaming down her face, causing her to appear
like the Joker from Batman, her brother Finn's favourite movie, her knuckles were bleeding heavily,shards of glass
imbeded in her skin, but the pain didn't bother her, infact it was just a tiny slither of what she wanted to inflict
on them, the two people that had driven her to the point of madness, leaving the pile of glass in the sink she
walked down the stairs and out into the night. She didn't bother sorting out her mess of face, she wanted them
to jump with fright when she greeted them. She knew where they would be, sitting there together all loved up,
without a care in her ever darkening world, forgetting the mess they left her in. She had dreamed of this moment
over and over again, smiled with glee as she re-enacted it repeatedly in her head, she was messed up now, and
she liked it. Stalking her way down to the shack, she prepared herself, stopping abruptly outside the door, she
listened in. The sound of laughter filled her ears, that would soon end and she would be having the last laugh.
Slowly she pushed open the door, she wasn't suprised by the sight before her, Jason and Bart locking lips.
"Sinead?" Bart asked fear in his voice his eyes on the gun in her hand
She smiled and then laughed manically, bringing it up and pointing it at Bart's head. Jason rose just as fearful
"Sinead you don't want to do this, Please," He begged.
"Haha, trust me I do," She replied the tears cascading down her cheeks.
"Sinead, please we can work this out," Bart pleaded
"Shut It!" She roared her eyes widening as she moved further towards them.
"Look, Don't do..." Sinead silenced Bart's meaningless words with one click of her pistol, the bullet hitting him
right between his eyes, he body went limp.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason screamed as he saw his boyfriend drop to the floor.
"That's right scream like the girl you really are," Sinead cackled.
Jason was sobbing now backing away from her slowly.
"Say hi to Bart for me when you're in HELL!" Sinead screeched pulling the trigger once again, causing Jason's
body to collapse on top of Bart's.
The rush overhwlemed her as she gazed with sheer happiness at their bodies, with one last look she turned
away, as soon as the outiside air hit her she felt relieved as if a burden had been lifted, she would never have to
see the two of them again.
As she made her way through the village her heels clicking with every step she took, she pulled the gun out of
her handbag and tossed it into a bush, she couldn't care less anymore, she was free, free of Bart McQueen and
Jason Costello.
After a two weeks of devestation Sinead was all over the news, the police knew it was her iwho was the
murderur, she had motive and she had been so careless, finding the gun was easy, yet she had wanted to be,
because she wanted to take the credit for it all.
Across the village another, more skilled murderur sat at home "Damn it I was going to do that, bitch," Silas
sulked throwing his rope to the side. "I guess I'll just have to see whats on tv".