Josh couldn't believe his luck. Even with his gimpy hand he still had the Mankey charm. This hot girl was all over him, sure the blood red hair and eyes were a little weird but her rack more than made up for it. They were on his couch getting hot and heavy, hell her shirt was off in ten minutes flat. What was her name Gemma something or other… He didn't particularly care at the moment.
"Wait a sec…" she said pulling away.
"What's up?" he asked covering his impatience with grin.
"I have a confession to make." She said shyly.
"Yeah, what's that?" he replied.
"Ron's a way better kisser than you." She grinned evilly.
"Oh no…" he gasped.
"Oh yes." Gem said seizing his mind and putting him under glassy eyed compliance. She grabbed her shirt and put it back on.
"I have another confession too." She said guiltily.
Middleton highschool; at the beginning.
"Ok Copycat this is how we're gonna do this…" Bliss began.
"Why are we doin' this again?" Copycat asked.
"Look, Ivanna just wants to put the fear of god into some ex-Sci-Tech geek. Oh here he comes now grab the girl in the fancy car there." Bliss said. Copycat did as she was told, the girl was busily texting so grabbing her mind was easy.
"Now give it some gas!" Bliss said excitedly and again Copycat did as she was told. She watched in horror as the boy went up and came down at an angle on his face. The girl who came running from the building must've been his girlfriends because she was screaming like a mad woman.
"Time to go." Bliss said and with that they withdrew from the scene.
"I was just following orders, ya know?" Gem said to her glassy-eyed captive, he of course was completely silent.
"Well thanks for letting me get that off my chest Josh, but now you need to go." She then walked him to the desk in his father's office made him get out a pen and paper and made him write his own suicide note about how he felt terrible about how his song hurt so many people and how with the ability to play guitar he just couldn't go on. She then had him pull his father's pistol from the desk drawer and made him blow his brains out all over the far wall.
"Ok, now, no more killing." Gem said resolutely as she made her escape.
Middleton Colorado; shortly after the end.
Anne awoke to a noise from the living room; she turned to see James sound asleep next to her. She got up and grabbed the shotgun. She didn't hear the T.V. so it wasn't the boys. She crept to the living room on the air she caught a whiff of cigar smoke.
"Put the gun away Mrs. Dr. P." Ron said from the darkness.
"Ivanna send you to get me?" she asked.
"Nope, ding-dong the bitch is dead." Ron chuckled quietly.
"You can't be serious." She said.
"As an aneurism." He replied.
"Nice touch." She said.
"I try." He replied.
"Smoking is a terrible habit, Ronald." She said.
"So is killing people…baby steps." He replied nonchalantly.
"Are going to go after Kim?" she asked trying to keep the edge of fear out of her voice.
"I wouldn't dream of it. That would defeat my entire purpose for being." He said plainly.
"Then why are you here?" she asked.
"I figured you wanted some closure." Ron shrugged.
"Whatever you did, they'll just rebuild her body." Anne said.
"But now she has bigger fish to fry. You're in the clear." Ron said the lit end of his cigar illuminating his face softly.
"No offense, but I think you know the way out." She said softly.
"Same way I came in only backwards, you have a good life Mrs. Dr. P." Ron said turning to leave.
"You too Ronald." She replied going back to bed.