Jackie sat in her kitchen eating cereal while watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on T.V. Suddenly she switched to the news "The new diamond necklace from Gotham Museum was stolen just last night by none other than Catwoman." WHAT?! Jackie did a spit take and turned to the television. "Catwoman stole that new priceless diamond? I was planning on stealing that tonight!" Her hands ball up in fists and she starts screaming all kinds of profanities at the T.V. "That's the fourth time this week that she took something that was meant to be mine!" She kicked the T.V and pushed the table over. Maybe I should take a walk and calm down, she thought. Jackie grabbed her denim jacket from the couch and stormed angrily out the door.


People stared at the 12 year old in concern as she passed them on the sidewalk. All the more enraged by their stares the thought of them all dead made a giggle escape her lips. No, I shoudn't laugh about that, Jackie scolded herself.

Lately she had been having these type of thoughts more frequently ever since that night in the playground. Violence has been the only way to express her anger and it was getting stronger. With every step she took the desire grew, but Jackie fought back the urge to kill someone.

She was at the breaking point when a middle aged woman bumped into her. "Watch it brat!" the woman yelled at her. Without a thought Jackie grabbed her wrist and pulled the lady into the dark alley. She put her hand over the woman's mouth and took out her pocket knife. As if it were as easy as eating candy she carved a bright red smile on her neck and the body dropped dead on the ground.

Jackie took a moment to register what occurred. I just killed someone, she realized. Slowly a giant grin forms on her bright red lips and her pitch black eyes light up with a sadistic glint. I killed someone! She giggled which soon turned into loud hysterical laughter. "Who knew how much fun killing someone is!" Suddenly Jackie felt those pair of eyes on her again. The ones from the playground. She considered running away before they could call the cops on her, but somehow knew that was the last thing they would do. She felt a sense of approval from those eyes, like they encourage her to go on a killing spree for the fun of it. Which is exactly what planned to do.

Jackie dumped the body in a dumpster and wiped her hands on her jeans. I wish I had the courage to ask them who they ask them who they are.


Jackie skipped on her way home. Her hands and clothes were covered in dried blood because along the way she murdered seven more people. "This murdering business makes me feel...alive! Hahahahaa!" she laughed by herself. She turned a corner and bumped into a biker gang. Jackie tried to walk past them, but the tall one spotted her and grabbed her roughly by the arm.

"It's past your bed time sweetie," he smirked at her. "Let me go," she said glaring at him coldly. "No can do girly, you're all alone with no parents. Me and the boys will take good care of you." Jackie feigned a scared expression and said, "Oh no! What will I do now?" Then she stabbed the biker's hand. "Ahhh!" he screamed out in pain and surprise but quickly got over it. He lunged for her but she dropped to the ground and sweep kicked him. She jumps on him ready to plunge the knife deep in his chest when to hands pull her of him. Oh no, I forgot about the rest! she thought horrified.

They throw her at the brick wall and her head erupts in pain. The bikers start beating her senseless until she lies in a puddle of her own blood with bruises dotting her whole body. The leader strides over to Jackie and pulls her up by her hair. "Are you gonna behave now dollface?" She gives the biker a toothy grin and spits in his eye. He wipes away the saliva away and growls, "kill her." Her laughter dies when one of the men push her to the ground. Jackie's vision blurs but she can make out that the man takes hold of her knife. At least I'll have died fighting, she thinks. The tip of the blade presses into her neck. Before she passes out from blood loss she sees two figures step out of the shadows.

Then she slips into oblivion.