Chapter 1
The Snyder's Halloween Ball. It was always a much praised event within the aristocracy, and much anticipated. The weeks leading up to it were electric with excitement, and the weeks after it buzzed with the gossip about the scandals which usually occurred at the Ball. Hosted by Janet and Jack Snyder, it was always an occasion to look forward to.
Nine O'clock on Halloween night and Mercedes hastily put on her face in the back of her limousine. "Jesus Christ Jeeves could you drive a little fuckin slower, I'm getting make up all over my teeth," Mercedes howled as her chauffeur accidentally drove over a pot hole. He wasn't really called Jeeves, but Mercedes had no time to remember his real name. Intimidated by his fierce young mistress Jeeves cleared his throat and apologised; "Frightfully sorry ma'am."
"So you should be," Mercedes snapped.
She took another swig of brandy from the bottle in the mini-bar as she added the finishing touches to her face. She was a naturally pretty girl, with a sweet angelic face, luscious long blonde hair, thin lips the colour of cherries (which were usually pouting), unbelievable blue eyes, a slightly aquiline nose and a rounded, though not podgy, facial structure. Her beautiful features had helped her out of more than one sticky situation in the past.
As she sat in the limousine she started to think of all the people who would be attending this party, all the people who were in the same social spectrum as her, of course.
First, there was Bobby Fisher; son of Charles Fisher, rich businessman who owns the only logging company in town. Bobby was very handsome and tall but what he gained in good looks, he lost in intelligence. It was true that Bobby Fisher never had a scrap of brain, but of course that didn't matter to Mercedes. Smart, stupid, rich, poor.no boy was any trouble for Mercedes. In fact, she had used Bobby's stupidity to her advantage on many occasions in the past. He was good at sports though; a traditional rich boy jock.
Then there was Kelvin Adams and his little sister, who was a year younger than him, Heidi. Their father was an adulterous drunk but an excellent businessman who owned a rapidly expanding computer corporation. She believed they would clamber on up the social ladder very soon. They were both smart but they were far too good. They had never disobeyed anyone in their life, and so, to Mercedes, they were useless and boring.
Amber, Anya and Ally would all be there. They were her cronies and she could always count on them for support. Mercedes knew Amber resented her secretly and was always vying for social power as leader of their elite clique, but Mercedes always kept Amber in check. Amber had some influence on the others, but overall, Mercedes was the true leader of the group and if Amber got too difficult to handle, she could be easily ejected from the group. Anya was very sweet, innocent and naïve and Mercedes envied her because she possessed these qualities; Mercedes had lost these qualities long ago. She was always kind to others, and was fun to be around. She was also Amber and Ally's best friend and could well be a potential threat to Mercedes' reign over the group, but she didn't have the balls to be taken seriously. She was like the bond which held the group together, and without her, it may collapse. Mercedes was wary of Ally who was very intelligent, and very clever, but could easily be distracted when drink and drugs came along.
Sakura Sakurai (Pronounced Sak-your-ah Sak-your-eye), would also be there. She was the daughter of a Japanese lady who had a prominent position on the city council. She was new to the scene and Mercedes suspected she would absorb Sakura into her own group soon. She hadn't really seen a lot of her so far. Mercedes had evaluated her so far as an archetypal posh girl.
Mercedes' ex boyfriend, Jamie Clarkson would be there. He was smart, beautiful, had a massive dick, was very popular and was going to be a doctor. Things didn't work out between them before; he caught Mercedes fucking the postman and dumped her. Of course, she told everyone she caught the Postman fucking him, and then dumped him. They were bitter enemies now.
Her new crush, Eric LaValle should also turn up. He was smart but cheeky, beautiful but rugged, popular but cared about others. He was perfect and she really wanted him. He was friendly towards her, but they didn't really know each other yet. there was kind of a challenge here, as Eric would not normally date a kind of girl like Mercedes, but she loved a challenge!
And of course the usual posse would turn up but they aren't really important at this point.
The limousine pulled up outside the luxurious hall and Mercedes stepped out of the limousine. She saw her parents Bentley and figured they must've arrived before her. "Stick around Jeeves," she called to the chauffeur as she made her way into the hall. She pushed open the great mahogany double doors and quickly took in all the sights and sounds.
Band playing at back of room; centre. Massive banquet table laden with all types of food running up right hand side of hall; groups of people scattered around room; Sakura Sakurai was chatting with Ally, Anya and Amber near the corner of the room; Circular bar in the middle of the room; Bay Windows on left hand side of the room; plush ornaments scattered throughout room; massive fireplace ablaze on left hand side of the room. Kelvin and Heidi Adams sitting awkwardly on the window sill of one bay window; Bobby Fisher was chatting with last year's Prom Queen Jennifer Zellkurk, ex Jamie was chatting with a rival group of girls led by Larissa Skitz. Eric LaValle was no where to be seen.the room smelt smoky, and the music was loud and blaring.
"Hey! Hey Mercedes, over here!" came Amber's shrill screech, she sounded drunk already. Mercedes smirked and marched over to the girls, "Hey girls," she called and hugged them all. "Oh, who is this?" she asked as if pretending she hadn't already seen Sakura. "Hey.I'm Sakura, I've just moved here a few weeks ago and." and then Eric LaValle arrived. Mercedes brushed past Sakura in mid sentence and raced to the door, and then slowed down so she wouldn't seem too desperate. It was Eric who noticed her first, anyway. "Hey Mercedes," he said casually and then attempted to walk on past her, but she stood in his way. "How are you tonight?" Mercedes asked, as she placed a hand on his upper- arm. "I'm fine," he said, somewhat uneasily and again attempted to walk away. "Hey I want to talk to you about something," she said and pulled him away to the corner of the room. Normally, if she wanted a guy she would give him a blowjob, and then he would stick around for awhile. But she liked Eric in a different way than she liked other guys and she didn't want to use her body to seduce him.
In a quieter corner of the room she idly chatted with Eric for awhile and then asked him; "So.you know, Eric, I think me and you would be real good together." She batted her eyes, hypnotic eyes which most guys couldn't say no too. She wrapped her arms around him. Eric pulled back.was that supposed to happen? No, he was supposed to lean in and kiss her. "What's wrong?" she stammered.oh my god she was stammering like a high school geek! She composed herself and then asked sweetly: "You want someone else.?" "Uh.yeah." Eric grunted, Mercedes could see he felt awkward. She was shocked! What he wanted someone else? This couldn't be, no one would ever say this to Mercedes. Was he stoned and getting her mixed up with someone else? "Aw.who.?" Mercedes continued to badger him, but she did it in a very polite way. "Does it really matter," Eric barked, he was irritated. He ripped Mercedes arms from his shoulders and pushed her back rather roughly. "I don't want you, Mercedes," Eric said dangerously soft. He pushed her back, and walked away back into the crowd.
That was the first time in a long while she had failed to seduce a man.maybe she had taken her seductive skills for granted and hadn't prepared herself properly, plus she hadn't used her body, but she felt really rejected, and it made her angry that he was making her feel like this. She felt so shit, she felt shocked a little as well. A guy hadn't done that to her in ages, she felt off balance. This was not supposed to happen! She wanted to hurt someone. "Hey Mercedes, no luck, eh?" Ally appeared behind Mercedes and offered her a glass of champagne. Mercedes snapped the drink off Ally roughly and downed it in one go, Ally giggled. "He likes Heidi Adams anyway. You and her aren't really alike." Ally said, as if trying to comfort Mercedes. Ally's words shot through Mercedes like a burning arrow. HEIDI ADAMS!? It was a massive shock to the system.that goody two shoes bitch, that boring loser, why Heidi Adams.? Was it because she was so sweet, so innocent.? Mercedes was so frustrated, the guy she had really liked, the one guy who she really just wanted, was the one guy who didn't want her. She looked at Heidi Adams through a gap in the crowds.she wasn't sexy; she was a cute young woman, charming, smart.a real princess. Not a slut like Mercedes. Because at the end of the day, Mercedes was just a slut.
"AND THAT'S ALL YOU EVER FUCKIN WILL BE, 'CAUSE YOU WERE BORN A FUCKIN WHORE, AND YOU'LL DIE A FUCKIN WHORE!"
The words resonated painfully within her head. Although they were spoken in a fit of pure rage, they still stung like a spider's bite. Those spiteful words belonged to her ex-lover, Bruce Kinneas. Yes.Bruce Kinneas, recently deceased world renowned boxer who twice held the World Heavyweight Championship. Mercedes was so proud to have bagged him as her boyfriend. They met two years ago, when Mercedes was fifteen years old, of course, she didn't tell him that, which was another reason why she was so proud. Bruce Kinneas was twenty six when he met Mercedes. Twenty six! He could've had any woman in the world, any age, and he had her. Their relationship was never really made public, they were once snapped leaving a night club together but it was a pretty crap photo and not much use to the tabloids. Mostly, they reserved their relationship to swanky hotel rooms.
A fifteen year old school girl and a twenty six year old international sports star.it sounds ridiculous, but Mercedes looks much more .mature.. then she actually is, and her powers of seduction are not to be underestimated. When Kinneas was boxing at a venue near Mercedes' hometown, she made sure she was there to see him. This was a challenge, one of the greatest challenges she would ever have to overcome, but that's what she loved, the challenge. Every other guy she had ever tried to seduce, she, in one way or another, seduced. The tiny doubt that Kinneas may refuse her, the mere thought of him turning his back on her made him so much more appealing.
Fifteen minutes before the end of the boxing match (Kinneas was, of course, winning), Mercedes slipped backstage. Using her powers of persuasion she managed to make it past one security guard, and she had to quickly blow another. Finally making it backstage, she waited for Kinneas to arrive, and within a few minutes he did. She stood in a long corridor; the cacophony of the excited crowd outside was muffled greatly. She had her back to the two large swinging doors from which Kinneas would soon enter. She was wearing tiny denim hot pants and a small white top, exploiting her tight ass and her busty chest. She spread her legs slightly and grabbed the wall, as if for support. She then held her stomach as if she was seriously ill. The noise of the crowd was suddenly amplified as Kinneas and his coach came through the doors. As Kinneas and his coach approached (his coach was babbling on about hitting too hard or something but Kinneas wasn't listening), she felt Kinneas' eyes on her. She suddenly started pissing.
"What the fuck.is she?" the coach suddenly blurted. Kinneas stopped in his tracks.
The piss squirted out from her hot pants and down her legs and formed a messy puddle on the floor. Mercedes smiled a smile which was covered by her long blonde hair which hung over her face as she bent down and looked behind her.
"Oh! How embarrassing.the fight.it was so exciting, my legs started to shake.I just."
The truth was, Kinneas hadn't taken his eyes off the old camels toe, and his large brown eyes were filled with a lustful hunger.
"Ma'am.are you supposed to be here.?" the coach asked nervously, he was still in shock after witnessing a seemingly grown woman piss herself.
"You alright?" Kinneas finally spoke in his strong, booming voice. "Well.a little wet," Mercedes squeaked with that sheepish, embarrassed smile. Then she flashed Kinneas a feisty grin.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Kinneas said and extended his hand out to the piss soaked Mercedes.
Within seconds he was fucking her in his changing room.
After that meeting they met up regularly to fuck. Mercedes was starting to get bored, and although she had plenty of money, she thought it would piss Kinneas off if she took his credit card. And that she did, after spiking his drink with hallucinogens one night.
Two days later, after Kinneas found his credit card bill, he came after Mercedes but first rang her up on his car phone, as he sped towards her house.
"You're fucked. I'm gonna inflict so much fucking pain on you, you're gonna pray to God that I'd just kill you instead. Who the fuck do you think you are...? Fucking with Bruce Kinneas. I'm gonna fuckin kill you."
"Come and try, big boy, I'm a little girl and I outsmarted you," Mercedes giggled down her cell phone. She had to pick the right time to tell him the truth.
"YOU'RE A FILTHY SLUT AND THAT'S ALL YOU EVER FUCKIN WILL BE, 'CAUSE YOU WERE BORN A FUCKIN WHORE, AND YOU'LL DIE A FUCKIN WHORE!" Bruce screamed down the phone at her.
"Bruce," she said quietly, "I'm fifteen years old."
Mercedes giggled, she could almost feel Bruce's shock. There was a loud screech and then a little static, then the phone cut off.
A couple of hours later, she turned on the TV, and the death of Bruce Kinneas' was reported on the news. It stated that he, for some unknown reason, swerved his car out into the middle of the road and crashed.
==FIN==
What to expect in Chapter 2: Mercedes is angered about Eric. Sakura Sakurai throws a party in which Mercedes again attempts to snag Eric. Mercedes is in possession of horse tranquilisers . date rape drug. Mercedes' antics are caught on web cam. Another flashback to her intense relationship with boxer Bruce Kinneas. A look into the structure and status of Mercedes' group (Amber; Anya; Ally).
The Snyder's Halloween Ball. It was always a much praised event within the aristocracy, and much anticipated. The weeks leading up to it were electric with excitement, and the weeks after it buzzed with the gossip about the scandals which usually occurred at the Ball. Hosted by Janet and Jack Snyder, it was always an occasion to look forward to.
Nine O'clock on Halloween night and Mercedes hastily put on her face in the back of her limousine. "Jesus Christ Jeeves could you drive a little fuckin slower, I'm getting make up all over my teeth," Mercedes howled as her chauffeur accidentally drove over a pot hole. He wasn't really called Jeeves, but Mercedes had no time to remember his real name. Intimidated by his fierce young mistress Jeeves cleared his throat and apologised; "Frightfully sorry ma'am."
"So you should be," Mercedes snapped.
She took another swig of brandy from the bottle in the mini-bar as she added the finishing touches to her face. She was a naturally pretty girl, with a sweet angelic face, luscious long blonde hair, thin lips the colour of cherries (which were usually pouting), unbelievable blue eyes, a slightly aquiline nose and a rounded, though not podgy, facial structure. Her beautiful features had helped her out of more than one sticky situation in the past.
As she sat in the limousine she started to think of all the people who would be attending this party, all the people who were in the same social spectrum as her, of course.
First, there was Bobby Fisher; son of Charles Fisher, rich businessman who owns the only logging company in town. Bobby was very handsome and tall but what he gained in good looks, he lost in intelligence. It was true that Bobby Fisher never had a scrap of brain, but of course that didn't matter to Mercedes. Smart, stupid, rich, poor.no boy was any trouble for Mercedes. In fact, she had used Bobby's stupidity to her advantage on many occasions in the past. He was good at sports though; a traditional rich boy jock.
Then there was Kelvin Adams and his little sister, who was a year younger than him, Heidi. Their father was an adulterous drunk but an excellent businessman who owned a rapidly expanding computer corporation. She believed they would clamber on up the social ladder very soon. They were both smart but they were far too good. They had never disobeyed anyone in their life, and so, to Mercedes, they were useless and boring.
Amber, Anya and Ally would all be there. They were her cronies and she could always count on them for support. Mercedes knew Amber resented her secretly and was always vying for social power as leader of their elite clique, but Mercedes always kept Amber in check. Amber had some influence on the others, but overall, Mercedes was the true leader of the group and if Amber got too difficult to handle, she could be easily ejected from the group. Anya was very sweet, innocent and naïve and Mercedes envied her because she possessed these qualities; Mercedes had lost these qualities long ago. She was always kind to others, and was fun to be around. She was also Amber and Ally's best friend and could well be a potential threat to Mercedes' reign over the group, but she didn't have the balls to be taken seriously. She was like the bond which held the group together, and without her, it may collapse. Mercedes was wary of Ally who was very intelligent, and very clever, but could easily be distracted when drink and drugs came along.
Sakura Sakurai (Pronounced Sak-your-ah Sak-your-eye), would also be there. She was the daughter of a Japanese lady who had a prominent position on the city council. She was new to the scene and Mercedes suspected she would absorb Sakura into her own group soon. She hadn't really seen a lot of her so far. Mercedes had evaluated her so far as an archetypal posh girl.
Mercedes' ex boyfriend, Jamie Clarkson would be there. He was smart, beautiful, had a massive dick, was very popular and was going to be a doctor. Things didn't work out between them before; he caught Mercedes fucking the postman and dumped her. Of course, she told everyone she caught the Postman fucking him, and then dumped him. They were bitter enemies now.
Her new crush, Eric LaValle should also turn up. He was smart but cheeky, beautiful but rugged, popular but cared about others. He was perfect and she really wanted him. He was friendly towards her, but they didn't really know each other yet. there was kind of a challenge here, as Eric would not normally date a kind of girl like Mercedes, but she loved a challenge!
And of course the usual posse would turn up but they aren't really important at this point.
The limousine pulled up outside the luxurious hall and Mercedes stepped out of the limousine. She saw her parents Bentley and figured they must've arrived before her. "Stick around Jeeves," she called to the chauffeur as she made her way into the hall. She pushed open the great mahogany double doors and quickly took in all the sights and sounds.
Band playing at back of room; centre. Massive banquet table laden with all types of food running up right hand side of hall; groups of people scattered around room; Sakura Sakurai was chatting with Ally, Anya and Amber near the corner of the room; Circular bar in the middle of the room; Bay Windows on left hand side of the room; plush ornaments scattered throughout room; massive fireplace ablaze on left hand side of the room. Kelvin and Heidi Adams sitting awkwardly on the window sill of one bay window; Bobby Fisher was chatting with last year's Prom Queen Jennifer Zellkurk, ex Jamie was chatting with a rival group of girls led by Larissa Skitz. Eric LaValle was no where to be seen.the room smelt smoky, and the music was loud and blaring.
"Hey! Hey Mercedes, over here!" came Amber's shrill screech, she sounded drunk already. Mercedes smirked and marched over to the girls, "Hey girls," she called and hugged them all. "Oh, who is this?" she asked as if pretending she hadn't already seen Sakura. "Hey.I'm Sakura, I've just moved here a few weeks ago and." and then Eric LaValle arrived. Mercedes brushed past Sakura in mid sentence and raced to the door, and then slowed down so she wouldn't seem too desperate. It was Eric who noticed her first, anyway. "Hey Mercedes," he said casually and then attempted to walk on past her, but she stood in his way. "How are you tonight?" Mercedes asked, as she placed a hand on his upper- arm. "I'm fine," he said, somewhat uneasily and again attempted to walk away. "Hey I want to talk to you about something," she said and pulled him away to the corner of the room. Normally, if she wanted a guy she would give him a blowjob, and then he would stick around for awhile. But she liked Eric in a different way than she liked other guys and she didn't want to use her body to seduce him.
In a quieter corner of the room she idly chatted with Eric for awhile and then asked him; "So.you know, Eric, I think me and you would be real good together." She batted her eyes, hypnotic eyes which most guys couldn't say no too. She wrapped her arms around him. Eric pulled back.was that supposed to happen? No, he was supposed to lean in and kiss her. "What's wrong?" she stammered.oh my god she was stammering like a high school geek! She composed herself and then asked sweetly: "You want someone else.?" "Uh.yeah." Eric grunted, Mercedes could see he felt awkward. She was shocked! What he wanted someone else? This couldn't be, no one would ever say this to Mercedes. Was he stoned and getting her mixed up with someone else? "Aw.who.?" Mercedes continued to badger him, but she did it in a very polite way. "Does it really matter," Eric barked, he was irritated. He ripped Mercedes arms from his shoulders and pushed her back rather roughly. "I don't want you, Mercedes," Eric said dangerously soft. He pushed her back, and walked away back into the crowd.
That was the first time in a long while she had failed to seduce a man.maybe she had taken her seductive skills for granted and hadn't prepared herself properly, plus she hadn't used her body, but she felt really rejected, and it made her angry that he was making her feel like this. She felt so shit, she felt shocked a little as well. A guy hadn't done that to her in ages, she felt off balance. This was not supposed to happen! She wanted to hurt someone. "Hey Mercedes, no luck, eh?" Ally appeared behind Mercedes and offered her a glass of champagne. Mercedes snapped the drink off Ally roughly and downed it in one go, Ally giggled. "He likes Heidi Adams anyway. You and her aren't really alike." Ally said, as if trying to comfort Mercedes. Ally's words shot through Mercedes like a burning arrow. HEIDI ADAMS!? It was a massive shock to the system.that goody two shoes bitch, that boring loser, why Heidi Adams.? Was it because she was so sweet, so innocent.? Mercedes was so frustrated, the guy she had really liked, the one guy who she really just wanted, was the one guy who didn't want her. She looked at Heidi Adams through a gap in the crowds.she wasn't sexy; she was a cute young woman, charming, smart.a real princess. Not a slut like Mercedes. Because at the end of the day, Mercedes was just a slut.
"AND THAT'S ALL YOU EVER FUCKIN WILL BE, 'CAUSE YOU WERE BORN A FUCKIN WHORE, AND YOU'LL DIE A FUCKIN WHORE!"
The words resonated painfully within her head. Although they were spoken in a fit of pure rage, they still stung like a spider's bite. Those spiteful words belonged to her ex-lover, Bruce Kinneas. Yes.Bruce Kinneas, recently deceased world renowned boxer who twice held the World Heavyweight Championship. Mercedes was so proud to have bagged him as her boyfriend. They met two years ago, when Mercedes was fifteen years old, of course, she didn't tell him that, which was another reason why she was so proud. Bruce Kinneas was twenty six when he met Mercedes. Twenty six! He could've had any woman in the world, any age, and he had her. Their relationship was never really made public, they were once snapped leaving a night club together but it was a pretty crap photo and not much use to the tabloids. Mostly, they reserved their relationship to swanky hotel rooms.
A fifteen year old school girl and a twenty six year old international sports star.it sounds ridiculous, but Mercedes looks much more .mature.. then she actually is, and her powers of seduction are not to be underestimated. When Kinneas was boxing at a venue near Mercedes' hometown, she made sure she was there to see him. This was a challenge, one of the greatest challenges she would ever have to overcome, but that's what she loved, the challenge. Every other guy she had ever tried to seduce, she, in one way or another, seduced. The tiny doubt that Kinneas may refuse her, the mere thought of him turning his back on her made him so much more appealing.
Fifteen minutes before the end of the boxing match (Kinneas was, of course, winning), Mercedes slipped backstage. Using her powers of persuasion she managed to make it past one security guard, and she had to quickly blow another. Finally making it backstage, she waited for Kinneas to arrive, and within a few minutes he did. She stood in a long corridor; the cacophony of the excited crowd outside was muffled greatly. She had her back to the two large swinging doors from which Kinneas would soon enter. She was wearing tiny denim hot pants and a small white top, exploiting her tight ass and her busty chest. She spread her legs slightly and grabbed the wall, as if for support. She then held her stomach as if she was seriously ill. The noise of the crowd was suddenly amplified as Kinneas and his coach came through the doors. As Kinneas and his coach approached (his coach was babbling on about hitting too hard or something but Kinneas wasn't listening), she felt Kinneas' eyes on her. She suddenly started pissing.
"What the fuck.is she?" the coach suddenly blurted. Kinneas stopped in his tracks.
The piss squirted out from her hot pants and down her legs and formed a messy puddle on the floor. Mercedes smiled a smile which was covered by her long blonde hair which hung over her face as she bent down and looked behind her.
"Oh! How embarrassing.the fight.it was so exciting, my legs started to shake.I just."
The truth was, Kinneas hadn't taken his eyes off the old camels toe, and his large brown eyes were filled with a lustful hunger.
"Ma'am.are you supposed to be here.?" the coach asked nervously, he was still in shock after witnessing a seemingly grown woman piss herself.
"You alright?" Kinneas finally spoke in his strong, booming voice. "Well.a little wet," Mercedes squeaked with that sheepish, embarrassed smile. Then she flashed Kinneas a feisty grin.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Kinneas said and extended his hand out to the piss soaked Mercedes.
Within seconds he was fucking her in his changing room.
After that meeting they met up regularly to fuck. Mercedes was starting to get bored, and although she had plenty of money, she thought it would piss Kinneas off if she took his credit card. And that she did, after spiking his drink with hallucinogens one night.
Two days later, after Kinneas found his credit card bill, he came after Mercedes but first rang her up on his car phone, as he sped towards her house.
"You're fucked. I'm gonna inflict so much fucking pain on you, you're gonna pray to God that I'd just kill you instead. Who the fuck do you think you are...? Fucking with Bruce Kinneas. I'm gonna fuckin kill you."
"Come and try, big boy, I'm a little girl and I outsmarted you," Mercedes giggled down her cell phone. She had to pick the right time to tell him the truth.
"YOU'RE A FILTHY SLUT AND THAT'S ALL YOU EVER FUCKIN WILL BE, 'CAUSE YOU WERE BORN A FUCKIN WHORE, AND YOU'LL DIE A FUCKIN WHORE!" Bruce screamed down the phone at her.
"Bruce," she said quietly, "I'm fifteen years old."
Mercedes giggled, she could almost feel Bruce's shock. There was a loud screech and then a little static, then the phone cut off.
A couple of hours later, she turned on the TV, and the death of Bruce Kinneas' was reported on the news. It stated that he, for some unknown reason, swerved his car out into the middle of the road and crashed.
==FIN==
What to expect in Chapter 2: Mercedes is angered about Eric. Sakura Sakurai throws a party in which Mercedes again attempts to snag Eric. Mercedes is in possession of horse tranquilisers . date rape drug. Mercedes' antics are caught on web cam. Another flashback to her intense relationship with boxer Bruce Kinneas. A look into the structure and status of Mercedes' group (Amber; Anya; Ally).