Hello, here is a story that will hopefully get you in the Halloween spirit. I thought I'd write something creepy seeing as I love the holiday, plus I wanted to do something different. I hope that it's not too bad. I think the plot is genius, though I'm not sure if my writing style fits it. Well, I really hope you enjoy it.

*Becky*

Life was something to love, something to cherish. God gave us life so we could make the most of it. That's why we moved to Toronto, so my brother could make the most of his life. Alright, so, I had to start over, no big deal; my brother needed hockey like God needed Noah to save the beings of the world from the big flood so long ago. I planned to make my life here even better than what I had in Florida. I knew I could. It was going to be a simple task. It was supposed to be a simple task.

Well, of course, then he got in the way, he took over the drama department, sinfully turning everything around. He did it right under my nose. Eli Goldsworthy was a sinner, through and through, and he had to pay. Even when I turned around and was going to help save the play when he'd been wronged, he still wasn't grateful. He would never be grateful.

I knew God would get him back, in time, and he would regret it in the end. But, the end wasn't soon enough. Maybe God was showing me the way right now; maybe that was why I was stalking Eli down the street in the middle of the night. I had no other explanation for what I was doing or how I even got there. Because, the last thing I remembered before this very moment was going to bed.

How I had gotten here was a complete mystery, but I decided not to question, and just to follow my instinct. My instinct which, indeed, was fueled by the Lord.

Eli was dumb to be alone in the dead of night, dressed from head to toe in black. He was probably going somewhere to worship Satan. The dumb adolescent even had some ear buds in, and, even with the distance between us, I could hear his God-awful music clearly enough to mark it as tasteless and sinful. He would never hear me coming.

He was as clueless as I was about what was going to happen next.

It was purely the doing of God that he would choose to take a path through the woods, away from any street camera's, and away from any possible onlookers. I thanked Him happily.

I walked closer to him once we were covered by trees. And when I thought we were deep enough in, I did the sensible thing and abruptly kicked the back of his knee. The sudden act made him fail in his step, he tried to balance himself with his other foot, but it was of no use, he fell forward, putting his hands out in front of him to catch the impact.

He was fast, pushing up off the ground and back onto his feet quicker than I expected. He must've had experience fighting. That was a good thing; at least I wasn't attacking a completely clueless and innocent being. It didn't matter that he was fast, though, I was faster. I guess the thirteen years of karate lessons back in Florida were going to finally pay off.

He turned around and looked at me. I crouched in a stance that I could use to easily counter any attack he might have made. His ear buds were out of his ears and with his iPod, laying on the ground and playing the wretched music loudly through the little speakers. He didn't attack. I must've looked pretty terrifying, because his eyes doubled in size as he took in my appearance.

"Becky, how long have you been there?" He stumbled over his words and looked everywhere but in my eyes.

I had no idea he was such a coward, and the thought brought a maniac giggle to my lips, "Only a little while."

He started to back up, but I took one step forward, closing the already-small gap between us and took his right wrist and pinched the nerve, knowing the weak spot would bring him directly under my command. I had control his dominant hand. He didn't cry out in pain when I twisted his arm and pushed it up behind his back in a hold that I didn't care at that moment to remember the name of. If I pushed up any further, his arm would snap.

Kudos to him for not even making a sound besides the small hitch in his breathing pattern.

"What are you doing? That actually hurts," Eli's voice was worried, but calm, as if he didn't think I could actually do anything to hurt him.

I giggled again, I couldn't help it. Poor, clueless boy. "I just thought it was time for me to get you back for making my first couple weeks at Degrassi a living H-E-double hockey sticks." I pushed up on his arm a little bit more.

He yelped a little bit and I smiled in satisfaction. That was more like it. "Okay, I think you've had your fun," his voice was strained, and I knew the pain was getting to him.

I reached into the pocket of the oversized black hoodie I used to wear nights while camping back when I was younger. I didn't remember putting it there, but it was there; I clutched the switch blade in my hand and pulled it out of my pocket. "Oh no, actually, the fun has only began," I said, flipping open the knife, causing it to make a terrifying cling.

Eli flinched and started struggling to break free, "Okay, Becky, this isn't funny anymore, really, I've learned my lesson."

I pushed up on his arm again, but his struggle didn't cease, so, I placed the blade at his throat. "You see, Eli, I don't actually think you have. You'll never be truly sorry for embracing your Satanist ways. That's why you have to die. God doesn't need more people like you corrupting this world. Sorry." Except, I wasn't sorry.

And, in one swift movement, I did the Lords bidding; I pressed down on the knife and sliced the boy's neck.

He screamed out for help as soon as the pressure was added, but I knew the trees would absorb the sound. I laughed as I let go of him and he dropped to the ground, grabbing at his neck to try to stop the quick and profuse bleeding before it was too late. He was making an awful choking noise and it more like music to my ears than the music still playing from his iPod that was lying on the ground not too far away. I picked up the up iPod and turned off the music before stuffing it in my pocket.

Swiftly, I wiped the knife off on Eli's shirt and flipped it back into the safety position before putting it back in my pocket. I sat there and watched as Eli went still.

What was I supposed to do next?

I kicked Eli. Yeah, he was already dead. And God, that felt so good to know. One less sinner on earth meant one more step closer to everything being great in the world; everyone following the Lord. I realized this didn't have to be a one-time thing, that I could actually do this, and I'd be doing it for the Lord himself.

I pulled out my phone and called Luke. I needed help.

It rang a few times before his groggy voice was on the other line, "Becks? Why are you calling me when you're just right down the hall—"

"Because I'm not home," My voice didn't sound like me anymore, and I was oddly okay with it.

Luke suddenly seemed panicked, "What? Are you okay? Where are you?"

I could hear him moving around, protective brother mode kicking into gear. "I'm in the woods by the east side of town. Well, at least I think it's east." I looked around, thinking I heard a noise in the distance.

"Why"

"I need your help with something. Do you think you could come and possibly, maybe bring a shovel?" I was starting to feel panicked. No one had followed me, following Eli, right?

"Becky, what did you do?" Luke sounded worried, but I could hear that he was on the move on the other line.

"Luke," I mocked him, "I finally did something right." Ahh, now that sounded like me, "Make sure no one sees you, and please, please hurry."

I hung up.

I took Eli's slowly cooling arms and pulled him up against a tree—away from the puddle of blood— and then dropped to my knees. From there, I pulled his iPod out of my pocket and pulled up the notes app. I typed something brief:

I ran away. Don't look for me. I'm sorry.
-Eli

Then, I carefully wiped my bloody finger prints off of it and carefully placed it back into my jacket pocket for now. I planned to drop it off at his front door on my way back home, even though I'd have to take the long way to do so, and had to do it without being noticed.

After that, I dropped onto my hands and used my perfectly manicured nails to start digging. This would make it easier when Luke finally showed up. I was fueled, so happy and excited and just elated, I almost got the job done before Luke showed up five or ten minutes later. Soon, Eli Goldsworthy was buried deep beneath the earth, and the freshly dug dirt was covered by an abundance of leaves.

On the way home, I explained everything to Luke. I explained how great it had felt to be able to take care of sinner's the way I just had. I made him imagine us being able to take care of everyone who did wrong this way. It didn't take long for him to be on board.

It was smart, even logical.

It was risky.

All qualities both Luke and I either possessed or loved to take part in.

It wasn't something one person could handle alone. We established a lot as he helped me clean off and wash my clothes back at home. The rules were simple: we had to agree on the person we killed, and we couldn't tell anyone else, at all. This was him and I or no one at all.

By three in the morning, I was laying back in my bed, trying to close my eyes and allow sleep for the rest of the night. But, sleep wouldn't come. I was too happy, too excited. I clutched Eli's ear buds in my hands tightly, not being able to wait to become a servant to God. It was like the rest of my life finally started and everything about it was more than completely perfect.

I would bet a lot of money that God had a very special place for me, by his side, in heaven. But, I had to start with school in the morning.

Wah-La, so that is the beginning chapter, which for some reason, my beginning chapters are always short. I promise that chapters will get longer, and the plot will not ONLY be Becky and Luke killing people mercifully. Rightio. There will be a lot more to it, so please, give it a chance, and PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME THAT YOU'RE INTERESTED IN THE STORY. Thanks oh so very much (x.