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Secret

"Hey, Sam."

Sam looked up from her shoes for a moment. "Hey."

Me and Sam had a big secret. She had seen me at my 'hobby', and only me and my victims are supposed to see that.

The victim she saw me at was Steven.

He had cheated on me. He had been smooching that Tori chic, and just embarrasing him on iCarly wasn't enough for me.

He had to pay the price.

The head-colliding-with-sledgehammer-mulitple-times price.

And she had seen it all.

I never leave a witness. Never.

Witnesses pay the price.

"What's your favorite song?" I asked, closing the studio door behind me.

"Erm... High School Never Ends, Bowling for Soup." She spoke casually, but her eyes were full of rightfull fear.

"Hmm, that's a good song, I guess, but not my type."

"Why? What is your type?"

"Secret. By the Pierces. Y'know, 'Gotta secret, can you keep it,with this one you'll say,"

She started joining after that, falling right into my trap.

"Put a locket in your pocket, taking this one to the grave"

I started to stroll around her until I got to her right hand side.

"Cos' two can keep a secret if one-"

I drew the knife out of my pocket.

"-of them is dead."

I plunged it into her stomach. She looked down at the damage, then fell to the ground.

I checked her pulse, just to check if the deed had been done. It had. I wrapped her cold fingers around the knife, to make it look like Sam had done it herself.

I spun on my heel so I could go crying to Spencer, having just foumd the dead body of my best friend-

They were at the door, Spencer and Freddie, gaping like goldfish. Just like the last time.

I took the emergancy gun out of my handbag. It was only for situations like this, or for my victims who didn't quite make it to the other side in time.

To my suprise, Spencer took a gun out of his pocket. He aimed it at me. I aimed mine at him.

Freddie picked up a wooden cat and aimed it at me.

"Put it down, Freddie, your ruining it."

"Sorry."

"So," I asked my older brother, "How'd you get the gun?"

"I found it. In your room."

Note to self- be more stealthy.

"Oh. And you just saw me kill..."

"Yeah, I saw that too."

"Well, I don't usually let a witness live."

There was a long pause. After a while, Spencer lowered his arm and dropped the gun.

"I'm not going to kill you." He said. "I'd never be able to live with myself." He paused. "And I know you won't be able to, either."

"I would. Really." I relpied. I would, I'd been killing for months, why wouldn't I be able to peform his?

Because he was my brother?

He bent down and picked up the gun, and I was sure he was going to shoot me. I kept my gun high, the bullet loaded and ready for him.

"I can read you like a book, Carly, you wouldn't. But, you would have the guts to go ahead and shoot me," He let out a huge sigh. "So, I'm going to make sure it dosen't happen."

"...How?"

He raised the gun to his temple and fired.

"NOOOOOO!"

I ran over to his body and fell to my knees. I frantically checked his pulse. Nothing was there.

"No no no no NO!"

I put my head in my hands and cryed. I'd killed my own brother.

He was right. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

I looked at the gun still resting in his icy hand. I took it out and put it in my mouth.

"No, Carly, DONT!" I heard Freddie say faintly. I pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Wow. That was a story that I wrote.

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Kind Regards- Indy.