Chapter 7 : To Kill

It was that word. ' Kill '. I am truly going to kill someone? I was in such despair. The look in my eyes back then said it all. Seeing how I was I probably did. No, I have no doubt in my mind I did. I would have listened to anybody. Even if I couldn't see them. And I could only hear them. I continued to watch the screen. As if it was a suspense movie. And not my own memory. Not my own action from back then.

" Kill? ", Alice asked. " Your suggesting I get revenge on the person who killed my little sister by killing someone? "

" Not just anyone my dear. The man who killed her. You can avenge your sister. Your beloved little sister. ", said the Voice. It was so calm and persuasive. The Voice could have persuaded Alice to kill herself if it had a good enough argument.

" Kill, Robert Phillips? ", Alice asked the voice. She was liking the sound of that idea. She would love to see him coward in a corner. The look of fear in his face. Looking as if he was staring into the eyes of Death himself, just as her little sister did.

" Yes. ", said the Voice. " Wouldn't that feel great? "

" Where do I find him? ", asked Alice. Deep in her sick fantasies of how she could kill him.

" 7658 Studding Lane. ", stated the Voice. " Do you have a plan? Do you know the consequences? ", asked the voice in shock. As if it had expected her to say no. Or, scream at it about how terrible of an idea that was. But, the voice loved the way Alice was thinking. It believed that it could talk her into anything. As long as it used her beloved sister as an excuse. It could get her to kill.

" I understand the consequences. I know what will happen to me if people find out I killed him. Though, I highly doubt people will care what happened to him. ", she said brimming with confidence.

" Why wouldn't people care? ", asked the Voice in amazement. It couldn't believe how confident she was. How determined she was to kill this man.

" There are warrants for that man. He has several bounties on his head. My sister is not the only little girl he has killed. He hasn't in fact just killed either. Molestation and murders. That's what he's wanted for. Now that he has killed the youngest daughter of a very wealthy man it doesn't matter who killed him or how he died. As long as he is dead. ", Alice said. She was deep in thought now, and rather thinking aloud and explaining her thoughts. Rather than telling the Voice her plan. " If I could just kill him. Then, I could avenge not only my sister, but also avenge the rest little girls and their families. "

" It seems you have nothing, but good intentions. ", said the Voice.

" Yes. ", said Alice. " I must kill him. "

That was the end of their conversation. The Voice knew Alice was completely serious. She had his address and she had a plan. She was going to kill Robert Phillips.

It was the day. It was the day she would kill Robert Phillips. It was around eleven o'clock. Only one hour til' midnight. Her parents were fast asleep. Only the maids were up finishing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen spotless before breakfast the next morning. There was only one worry on Alice's mind. Lawrence. The boy had insisted that he spend the night. He was in the spare room next to Alice's. Well, he shouldn't be called a boy. He was a young man. As Alice was a young lady. He was now fifteen years old. And Alice was fourteen. It had been four long years since her little sister and Cheshire were killed. She was thankful Lawrence was still with her. She still loved him. And he was her only friend now.

Alice quietly put on a pair of boy shorts. Ones that Lawrence had left over when he had spent the night. When she found them she decided to keep them. She thought they would be useful for what she was about to do. And they did indeed come in handy. Sense all she had were dresses. Her father did not own any shorts, or any that fit her. She threw on one of her night shirts and tucked it in. She slowly crept to her balcony door. She unlatched it very slowly and carefully. Trying not to make any sounds. As soon as she opened the double doors she rushed over to her night desk. There she grabbed a pouch and a lantern. Inside the pouch was a knife and a revolving gun she took from her father's safe without him knowing.

She crept over to the balcony and slowly closed the doors when she was outside. They latched shut and she walked over to the balconies edge. Over the railing was a trellis. On the trellis was beautiful Morning Glory flowers. Their blossoms closed. Waiting for the sun to rise and let them open to show their beauty. She climbed over the railing, slowing maneuvered down the trellis. As soon as she was down she put the lamp in front of her to light the dark path. The path led her to the stables. Where her horse, Rose, waited for her. She grabbed a saddle and switched her boots with another type of boot, which had spurs on them. She threw the saddle on Rose, secured it, and swung her leg over to the other side of the horse. She didn't bother putting on the reins. When she was a little girl, her and her little sister would simply hold on to the mane and would hold on as tight as they could. That's exactly what Alice would do. She gripped the mane as tight as she could and dug the spur in to the side of the horse. Rose let out a whine and galloped out of the stables.

Alice was on her way to 7658 Studding Lane. Where she would find Robert Phillips. And she would kill him.