Here's a new chapter, my faithful readers. This one is a little... graphic- it's like TV shows. It goes there... but not all the way. Hope y'all enjoy it. Please review if you can! Thanks boys and girls!

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Chapter Nine: Back to Her Old Ways

"Man up, Margie!" Margie screamed at herself in the abandoned alley. It was mid-morning and Margie found herself curled in a ball, tears running down her face. "What do you think you're doing? You're sitting here sniffling like a little girl who was told she couldn't have a lollipop. Men are exactly like Momma said – meat. They were meant to perish, to be eaten, and slaughtered like cows." She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Momma, I don't understand why I have to do this again." She stood up and nodded to the voice in her head.

"You don't have to. Suppress your feelings and just live with the instinct to kill." Her mother's voice whispered sweetly. "That way you won't find yourself in the blubbering mess you are now. Now get off your bloody ass and toughen up. The Dark Lord would not stand for this! Back in my day, you wouldn't have gained any respect with those tears running down your face." Margie cringed at her mother's harsh words.

"Your mother is right, for the first time." Her father's voice rasped hideously on the opposite side of Margie's head. "You wouldn't last a minute back when I was alive. Do you think all of the famous villains were friends? Hell no, I had Sweet Tooth on my ass every day, trying to steal my ideas and claim all of my work was his! Don't get me started on Deathstroke. That man just couldn't shut his mouth. My suggestion is to leave all people behind and plan something big. Something that will blow their heads off." Her father began to laugh hideously. The type of laugh that would make your ears and nose bleed.

"Would you shut up?" her mother screeched, "You're giving me a headache. You never measured up to Voldemort! At lease he had a plan while hunting that Potter boy! And thanks to you, I couldn't do anything because I was carrying your worthless child!"

"Would you two stop screaming at me? I can't help it if I am considered a failure to both of you, but guess what? I'm going to use magic and use knives and kill everyone that stands in my path! Alright? Did you hear me? I will always be your daughter! So SHUT UP!" Margie screamed at the top of her lungs. A group of teenage boys at the end of the street stopped and stared at the ragged girl screaming at the brick wall.

"Hey girl!" one of the boys yelled at Margie, "is it talking back yet? You've been screaming at it for a while now." The group laughed and began to saunter down the sidewalk towards her. "Come on, girl. You wanna have someone to talk to, why don't you come with us and we could have some fun." The leader started to hip thrust ridiculously. Margie smiled and began to lift up her shirt.

"Why don't you get your skinny ass over here and get what you want," she teased and lifted her shirt even more so the boys could see the bottom of her bra. "Unless you're too chicken and can't handle a crazy girl like me. And let me tell you, I can get crazy." She winked suggestively and beckoned the lead boy over. She had dealt with horny men and boys before. She had lived off of the money earned from prostitution a couple of times, but it had never ended… pretty.

The boy tried to keep his "cool" as he began to strip. "Yo, boys – make a line around the corner. We don't know how long this will last." The rest of the group laughed and rounded the corner. The leader was down to his boxers when he grabbed Margie's hand and crushed his mouth to hers. His mouth tasted like an ash tray, along with the familiar taste of pot. Margie played along, as she always did, and put her hand on his chest while maneuvering the other to go under her shirt. She counted to ten and pulled the knife from her back pocket. She kept kissing the boy with such ferocity that the boy was having a hard time keeping up with her feverous movements. Slowly she took the knife's sharp edge and grazed the boy's midriff.

"What are you doing?" the boy panted into her mouth. Margie smiled against his.

"Why don't you look, honey child?" The boy pulled back and his eyes widened in surprise.

"What the hell are…" was all he managed. Margie hoisted the knife upward, slamming the hilt up until it reached his ribcage. Blood spurted form the wound and the boy gasped for breath.

"Feels nice, right? Just what you expected. Nice and smooth." She snickered, pulled out the knife and left the boy in a jumbled heap. "Looks like I've got a new change of clothes along with a couple of good dinners with this wad of cash. Oh, you can keep your drugs. They would have killed you anyway." The boy gurgled and Margie smiled. "I'm just going to let you suffer. Your boys won't suffer as much, I suppose. This was fun, though. Too bad we can't do this again." The boy reached for Margie's sneaker. "I don't think so, my friend." Margie gripped the boys arm and twisted; his arm popped and the only thing that came out of his mouth was a squeak. "There we go." Margie walked out of the alley and rounded the corner.

"Hey guys, who's next?" one other boys yelled. "She's back and it looks like she bent Richie's Richard!" They all laughed, but it would be the last. As Margie rounded the corner and stepped into the sunlight six bright flashes of green light erupted from her wand and hit all six boys square in the chest. All were frozen in time with a smile painted on their cooling flesh.

"Practice makes perfect, I suppose." Margie laughed, "How was that, Mom and Dad? That should shut you both up for a while." There wasn't an answer, which made Margie laugh even more hysterically. She walked down the street with about eighty dollars in cash in her pocket, seven t-shirts, seven pairs of jeans, and a new hat in her backpack.