Disclaimer: I may own Tristan, Sarah, and Leanne, but Bones is not mine.

I had been curious what was happening when either I or my guys weren't watching Sarah or Leanne. A fake business trip was planned, and I pretended to leave, but didn't. Within minutes, Sarah was running down that street to one of her friends houses with a walkie-talkie. She was in her friend's backyard playing and having fun. Then one of my most trusted friends arrived at my house to keep an eye on their activities. Immediately, I saw Sarah apologizing to her friend and then rushed back to the house, climbed through the window in the back of the house that was in her room.

I knew they were betraying me behind my back. I loved putting fear into my women. Of course, I would be the perfect guy, until I had them hooked. Then I would have my fun with them. It would first start out with yelling and then I'd start smacking them around bit.

My friend and I planned that he would leave early; complaining of being sick, then not come back to the house. As expected that night, just after dinner, my friend was out of the house holding his stomach, and Sarah hugged her mom, got a few pairs of clothes and climbed out the window and ran to her friend's house. Now, I didn't care much about what Sarah did. She doesn't understand things, and I think I've scared her enough in her life to not try to tell anyone about what I do to her. Leanne I was more concerned about.

I went around to the window Sarah had climbed out of and got in as silently as possible. I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen where I knew Leanne was. She was so absorbed in doing the dishes that she didn't see my reflection in the window right in front of her as I got close to her. When I was less than an inch from her, she finally looked up and twirled around. I grabbed her roughly by the arms and took the knife from Sarah's dissecting kit that was on the counter right beside us.

"Tristan, please, don't do this!" she begged.

I just laughed and then tore her shirt and cut deeply into her arm. She screamed and tried to fight back. She managed to push me away and started throwing papers and books at me. I quickly got back to her and pushed her out of the kitchen into the living room and threw her on the couch. I gave her a few more cuts and she tried to kick at me. I held her down and started to slap her.

"I knew you did crap like this behind my back. Why do you think I had my friends watching you? Huh?"

She screamed as the knife was cutting into her cheek. It was a shame I had to ruin such beauty this woman had, but she was a very naughty girl who needed to be punished. I got bored with fighting her on the couch, and tossed her onto the coffee table which toppled over on top of her. I pushed it aside which ended up breaking it but I didn't give a care whatsoever. I took a chair and threw it down at Leanne who dodged it. By the time the wood of the chair splintered and broke I already had another one ready to throw. She managed to get up before the third chair would have hit her, and barely made it out of the room. The chair ended up hitting the TV, making it fall over and also break.

Growling, I chased after her into the dining room. I cornered her and moved to cut her once again with the scalpel. In a desperate attempt for her life, she managed to grab the blade and wrenched it from my grasp, and it went scraping across the wall until it hit the floor. Angrily, I took her by the throat, lifted her, and slammed her against the wall. I took the gun I had tucked in the inside of my jacket and put it right at the spot of her heart. Her screams had grown raspier from being choked in this position, and in my opinion, they were much more annoying. Without a second thought, I pulled the trigger, ending her life.

My torture, however, was not over. I still had a 10 year old girl to get rid of, and her finding her mother dead was the perfect way to start it.

Four days later, Sarah finally opened the door to her house. I was on the couch in the living room, just waiting for her to come home. I was asleep when she first came in, but as soon as I heard her calling for her mom and asking the quiet house if she was ok I woke up. With an evil smile, I crept over to the entrance. When she walked into the dining room, her reaction was of no surprise to me. Immediately she had run over and looked at the horror of her mother's death and my creation with her body.

However, what I was not expecting was her running back to the door and she yelled, "I know you're here Tristan. You are going to regret even being alive when you're caught!"

She was out the door before I could even react. Immediately I followed her, but lost her as she ran down the street and around the corner. She was a smart kid. Too smart in my opinion. She knew that I knew where her friends lived. She knew that my friends were watching her when I wasn't around. Knowing her, she ran off somewhere where I wouldn't be able to pick her off. Looks like I would just have to wait.

I had made a secret passageway just before buying the house. I was able to spy through a vent into the dining room, living room and the kitchen whenever I want. When the FBI arrived, I knew I was safe, and I could know what was going on. A pair walked into the dining room and immediately walked towards the body; the woman kneeling down putting on gloves gave the man details about Leanne. Impressive. I noticed Sarah walking down the hall to the dining room, but fought the urge to get her. I couldn't very well walk over and kidnap her in front of a ton of FBI agents. I wasn't that stupid.

Sarah gave the two information on her mother, told them about her real father and about me. I growled angrily when I was brought up and she mentioned the abuse. When she started crying, I rolled my eyes in disgust. That kid sure could play like an innocent child. She was damn good at being stubborn and independent.

After some talking, Sarah lead the man over to the living room and pointed out where the picture album was. He got the book, she pulled out a picture and gave it to him. When they asked about other relatives Sarah might have that she could stay with, I chuckled. Leanne and Sarah thought they had all died from an accident, old age, or natural disasters. But I actually was the one who murdered them all. I had to make sure that if even one of them had gotten away from me, they would have no family to run to. When I felt I couldn't watch anymore, I grabbed my camera, made sure the flash wasn't on and took a picture of the three. When I heard the woman asking Sarah if she would like to stay with them, I knew it was useless trying to get Sarah now. I would just have to be patient.

I was lucky I had been able to get the right phone number as fast as I did. I called in about a sighting of myself at the last apartment complex I lived in outside of town. I sent my friend to the apartment across the street that used to be where one of Sarah's old friends home. I told him to kill any of the people that were inside that apartment, because we could not be caught before Sarah's death. I didn't want him to waste time with this girl so I gave him the picture of the three I had taken, and told him that if he saw Sarah, she was his top priority to kill, though he would prefer the other two dead as well.

Again, Sarah undermined him. She had somehow warned the two about my friend, and ran in her friend's apartment herself to stop him. Immediately, I saw the man helping the woman to the SUV they had, and an ambulance appeared just as the man ran into the apartment with my friend and Sarah in it. Minutes passed and I almost sighed in relief as I thought they were dead, but I was stopped short by the sight of the man carrying a barely alive Sarah, and another agent brought his unconscious friend out of the building.

I grew more frustrated and was about to walk away when I heard a little kid's voice yell, "Daddy! Sarah, she fell asleep, and she's… she's not waking up. She isn't faking!"

I ran off and laughed when no one was in ear shot. I didn't care about my friend any longer. Sarah was finally gotten rid of, and I was free. I couldn't have been more wrong.

A week later, I turned on the TV to the news announcing that a young girl by the name of Sarah Summers was being released from the hospital after being in a coma for a week from extensive internal bleeding. I slammed my fist threw the closest wall in anger. This time, I was going to have to do something more drastic, something more horrible. If I had to give myself up to the FBI after the deed was done, fine. But Sarah Summers was going to die if it was the last thing I did. If she was with others, I did not care, but she would be mine, and I might just have fun with whatever friends she had with her if she did.