D/C: I do not own Stand by Me or its characters. I do own this chick though.

A/N: THIS HAS LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THAT.

Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous. Come on. He deserves it. Remember what he did.

I made my way out of the thick underbrush and crept up behind my target. I had been monitoring this guy for weeks. Months. Years even. I had watched his every move, making sure he stayed safe until I was ready. Until his time had come. I was finally prepared.

"Hello Vern," I said coolly. He jumped and spun around to face me.

"Oh, um hello. Do I know you?" he asked me confused.

"I don't think so. But you knew my little brother. Very well. The lot of you did." I gave him a small smile. "You, the Duchamp boy, Lachance, and Chambers. You guys were such cute kids. It's a shame."

"I'm sorry lady, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know your little brother," he retorted.

"Oh, but you did. I know you did." I smiled again and stepped closer to him. He backed away almost the second I moved. "Now Verno, don't be like that. I just want to tell you what you did."

"H-how did you know t-that was my-"

"Your nickname? I know a lot about you Vern Tessio. More than you can ever imagine," I whispered.

I motioned him forward and I could see him gulp before taking a shaky step in my direction.

"Now, would you like to know how you knew my brother and how I know so much about you?"

He nodded and I leaned in close to his ear before whispering the answer. When I pulled away I saw his eyes get wide.

"No. No no no! You've got it all wrong!" he stammered.

"Aw, but surely I don't. I know I'm right. And it's a damn shame."

"W-what do you mean? You're wrong! What's a shame?" he shouted.

I widened my eyes, feigning pity and innocence. "Well Vern, it's a shame I'm going to have to kill you. After all, you did kill my brother. What better way to avenge him than to murder you in his name? Death is sweeter. You won't feel pain for very long. I'll make quick work of it."

I pulled out the butcher's knife I had been carrying in my boot and turned it in my fingers, letting it glisten in the moonlight. He couldn't have made this any easier for me. Vern was a man of habit. He always went to Joey's Tavern every Friday night. I knew that. He always took the shortcut, on foot, up by the old gas station to get home. I knew that too.

I lunged at him with an outstretched hand, trying to make a grab for his throat, but missed. He was quicker than what he looked and what I had anticipated.

"Crazy bitch! Get away from me! Somebody help! She's trying to kill me! Help!" he screamed. This gave me the chance to knock him to the ground and pin him with the heel of my boot.

I shook my head at him. "Vern, you have to give me some credit. No one is going to hear you scream. I know that. That's why I chose this particular spot."

"You're fucking crazy!" He spit at me before screaming again. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

"Vern, I'm getting real tired of your shit," I groaned before leaning down to slit his throat.

His eyes got wide and he tried to scream again, but all that came out was a harsh guttural noise. The noise went on for a while before the life left out of his eyes and all that was left of Vern Tessio was his bloody corpse staring blankly up at me.

"I told you no one would be able to hear you, Vern. Now look what happened. We didn't even get to have any fun," I sighed.

I squatted down and grabbed him under the arms, dragging him into an opening in the abandoned gas station.

I stood up and wiped my hands on my pants.

One down, three to go…

A/N: I'm very sorry if you hated this. It was a spur of the moment idea. I will be continuing this. PM me and tell me who to do next.