Me: YAY! I'M BACK! So far there are no Wi-Fi problems, but if there is any, I will inform you guys.

Jeff: That's right, so go on guys and read Chapter 14!

Both: Enjoy!

I scoffed, looking at them smugly.

"And what if I refuse?"

"Mam, I'm asking you nicely, don't make me do this the hard way."

I sighed, shaking my head in disappointment, as I walked back to the tools.

"If there's one thing I hate, its SNITCHES!"

I swiftly grabbed a saw from the tool rack and flung it at the officer's head. The struck into his forehead, and I watched as his face trickled blood. I overheard the fucking employee curse at the sight, and ran away desperately. My 'hunter instincts' kicked in, losing control to the 'feeling'.

"Hey, come back here!" I said playfully. I'm not letting him get away!

Grabbing the dead officer's gun, I pulled back the safety, and shot him behind his right shoulder. Simultaneously, I heard screams from all directions, including the employee, who fell and screamed in pain, but continued to crawl across the floor, leaving a thin trail of his life behind. I then placed the pistol into my buckle, and beamed in amusement, yanking the saw from my victim's head and chased after my prey, taking my sweet time. As soon as I reached him, I stomped on his back and heaved his hair forcefully. He was sobbing, pleading for mercy.

"Please mam, I'm sorry, I'll do anything you want! Please don't kill me! I'LL DO ANTHING!"

"Shush, you're making a nuisance of yourself! I can't concentrate when you're being such a pussy! After all, perfect art requires many details and patience."

He began to struggle as soon as he took in the meaning of my words. His fidgeting was perturbing me a bit. I can't work when he's like this. My results won't be perfect!

"Well, since you won't cooperate, I'll just have to make a rough draft out of you!"

I grabbed his right hand and began to saw slowly through the gap between his thumb and index. This time, he screamed loudly enough to sound like a girl and wouldn't stop. I paused for a moment, examining my work. At that moment, the crying stopped and began yelping for help.

"You know, I'm gonna have to fix your voice pitch, it's a bit too loud to be normal.

I pulled back at his head again, eyeing his throat.

"Don't worry, just stay still and EVERYTHING will be perfect."

Suddenly, I heard a fire and the saw flew away from my hand.

I glanced in the direction where I heard the gunfire. A swarm of police were approaching the center hall.

Fuck, I must have been too concentrated to even hear the sirens.

"We have the place surrounded, now step away f-"

"Will you shut up!? It's always the same with you officers! Be a bit more mindful about my art!"

"STEP AWAY FROM THE HOSTAGE, SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS UP, NOW!"

I slowly stood up with a neutral expression and backed away from the whimpering employee. Then, it hit me.

"Oh I know, you guys also want improvements, too?"

"HANDS UP!"

"It's no problem really; I'd love to refine your very appearance," I said, cackling while I approached them.

"DON"T MOVE!"

At that second, my 'feeling' washed over me again, telling me to kill. Kill, kill, KILL. NO! I have to get away. But, that fucking employee- NO! It doesn't matter if my precious rough draft managed to slip away; I can always start from scratch on someone else. Right now, I must find a way out!

My peripheral vision allowed me to catch a glimpse of a nearby aisle to my right. Without thinking twice, I made a run for that aisle, only to receive a bullet to my left arm, which made me drop at the impact of the bullet. I yelped, but strangely, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, although it did hurt as if several syringes pierced through my arm at once and injected acid into my blood stream. I gripped my arm to add pressure, dashing through the paint aisle and made another right, running past all other aisles.

I skidded to a stop, as an officer stepped in my way, aiming his gun directly at me. I took a chance; zigzagging, jumping and ducking to avoid the incoming bullets as I charged at him. He fired his gun twice; the first shot, I dodged miraculously; the second just grazed my face, leaving a burn on my cheek. I rammed him down, pulled out my gun, and shot him in the mouth. Blood splattered on the floor below his cranium. But I quickly got up on all fours and ran to the end of the aisle, hid there and held my gun tightly, looking both sides for any sign of those bastards. I panted heavily, exhausted from the running.

I'm not gonna lie, I must admit; I'm having the time of my life! I just wish Jeff were here to enjoy it. With me…But now, how am I gonna get out of this one?

Me: Phew, that was Chapter 14 guys, hope you enjoyed!

Jeff: Man, I'm so tired, aren't you?

Me: No!

Jeff: Not even a little?

Me: Maybe… a, little…*collapses*

Jeff:*picks me up* Looks like someone's going to sleep tonight! Anyways, review, fave and follow. Now go to sleep, my little smiles…