Chapter 1: Sadism Pays Off

She hates us, and we know it. She beats us, but we endure the pain. She will die, tomorrow night in fact. How do we know this? Because we shall be her death sentence.

Our stepmother Gina only married into the family because of the money. Practically everyone in our family knew except Daddy; he was in love with her beauty and her loyalty to him, but of course that was just a play. After marriage she would secretly take each of us into a room far away from everyone else and beat us, telling us that if we weren't good this would happen often. No matter what we did we would get at least two beatings a day.

A year after the marriage Gina didn't need Daddy anymore, so she decided to kill him. I secretly witnessed her slip some hard drugs into his food and drink, and then pretend to grieve during his funeral. I told the siblings and the servants, and then behind her back we call her the Big Bitch! That helped us let off steam a bit...

"You four, kitchen now!" Gina yelled for us to come back from "playing" outside. My three siblings and I ran in and "tripped" on a few stones along the way. She stared down at us with a death glare. "Look at you four, all bloody again. Go wash yourselves before doing your chores!" We nodded with expressionless faces and headed for our bedroom, following us two servants.

They proceeded to wrap some gauze on our legs, but we shook our heads. They looked up at us with startled and worried faces. "Don't worry," I smiled reassuringly, "we cut our legs on our own... Oh, I mean we'll clean our legs on our own." They sighed with relief and left our room.

My siblings and I are a quadruplet born from our original mother. She died about when we were 10; we're 14 now. We were all named with an M as the first letter. Misty, Mitzi, Missy, and Mitchie (the only boy, and his real name is Mitchell) are our names, and my name is Mitzi. To people of the town we're known as the Mis-Mit Quartet for our little songs and musical talents.

What made us feared was how we are sort of sadists. Inducing pain is kind of a hobby of ours, even if we hurt ourselves sometimes. To manage our stress we rubbed rocks against our legs again just to see the blood, which for some reason responds to our thoughts.

After finally deciding to not lose blood we cleaned ourselves. We all looked at ourselves in the mirror. We all had pale skin. We all had curly bluish-black hair, and my sisters and I had longer hair than Mitchie of course. I had short that goes to my shoulders, Misty's is medium that goes to her middle back, and Missy's is long that goes to her waist while our brother's stops over his ears. The only thing that people could tell us apart besides our hair were our eyes. I had gray, Misty's were grayish blue, Missy's were green, and Michael's were greenish-blue.

"Sister, did you get them?" Misty asked. We all knew she was talking to Missy, who took a brown paper bag from the hidden belt she carried under her dress. All of us smiled. "Great, so tomorrow?" She nodded, and our smiles became more evil.

The next night...

Daddy died of hard drugs, so that's what will be the Big Bitch's downfall. In the kitchen we helped the servants cook some stew, and this was the only job we enjoyed because we would talk with them and tell stories and stuff. Talk about Gina behind her back, think of cruel jokes about her, conversations mostly centered around how we hate her. While they weren't looking Missy sprinkled some white powder into Gina's stew and mixed it to hide it.

I brought out the tainted food to our stepmother's place at the table, who stared down at it. "Hopefully those cooking lessons the servants gave you four will be worth it," she mumbled under her breath. All of us nibbled on pieces of bread and didn't touch our dinner until we saw her take a few massive spoonfuls. She looked at us and eyed our smiles. "Creepy-ass kids," she mumbled; that was her little nickname for us, and since it was true we accepted it.

Her eyes popped out as she held her throat and choked, some white powder spilling out. I made sure to add an extra dose just in case. She gulped down some water, but that will only let it go down faster. Her eyes spotted our mocking smiles and gritted her teeth. "You little pieces of-" before she could curse Michael removed the gauze on his leg to let the blood flow, which with much concentration turned into a giant snake.

The snake was red as his blood that represented the head of a rattlesnake. It hissed as it revealed its large sharp looking fangs. Gina collapsed on the ground, but she was still able to crab-walk backwards towards the wall. The snake glided and lifted its head.

"I knew you were all freaks!" she shouted. "Get that hideous thing out of my face!" We all smiled and shook our heads.

Altogether we cried out, "NOW YOU DIE, YOU BIG BITCH!" That was the last thing she heard before the last thing she saw was the snake striking. She was snatched inside and drowned in our brother's blood. When his snake spit her out her eyes were half open and her body was drenched in blood.

"To all servants who have suffered the Big Bitch's wrath for so long," we announced. "WE ARE FREE!" They cheered and thanked us. I added that they would be paid one large paycheck before leaving.

Once again they thanked us after grabbing their things and receiving their last check. We closed the doors and suddenly met the eyes of Charlie, Gina's personal assistant who actually liked her. He was also our number one enemy besides her. With those cold blue eyes he stared us down.

"You have killed your own stepmother," he growled. Out of his sleeve came a sharp dagger. "Now you pay, you pieces of-" It was so easy to throw a knife of my own from my hidden belt and into his throat. I picked up his weapon, added it to my collection, and cleaned my dagger with the cloth of my dress.

You know, these times we like to think that being sadists is a fun job. That's why before we went to bed without cleaning up, we sang a song of joy while dancing in her blood.