I slowly and quietly crept down the stairs. My bloody scissors gripped in my hand. Ryan was oblivious to my presence, he was engrossed in the movie he was watching. He was completely unaware that half of his family is dead upstairs.

I desired a knife. I sought out the largest and sharpest knife to end this bastard's life. All of my love and cherishment for Ryan has dissolved. Now all I felt was hatred. Ryan betrayed me. He hurt me. He broke my heart. The bastard had the audacity to lay a hand on me.

Unbridled rage boiled in my body, I wanted to rip this entire house into pieces. Everything inside wanted to lash out. I made sure I was silent as I made my way to the kitchen.

I slowly opened the kitchen drawer and I examined the rows of knives in my possession. All of them were razor-edged. I smiled devilishly. I recollected my memories about my previous murders. I remembered their last breath, I remembered the sheer terror and panic in their faces, I remembered the smell of their spilled blood. Now Ryan will face the same fate.

I wanted Ryan to suffer. I wanted his last moments in this cruel world to be hell! I grabbed the same knife I used to kill Rachel. I reminisced her last moments. Her hellish eyes, her last cry for mercy, her shrill screams, the sheer brutality I inflicted on her. Ryan deserved the same fate as her.

With an emotionless expression, I headed into the living room and approached Ryan. Ryan noticed me immediately and jolted off of the couch. He eyed me and saw the blood on my clothes. He saw my true face with horror. The blood of his family members screeched out to him silently.

Ryan became ghastly pale, his eyes were wide as saucers, he looked like he was seeing death in person.

"Mercy...Mercy…" He stammered. He backed away from me, my eyes followed his every movement.

"Ryan," I said callously. I brandished my knife with a wicked smile. I switched my voice to sound sweet and innocent. "Do you like my knife, Daddy?" Ryan's eyes flashed with pure fear. Now for the very first time, he realized that Sarah was right. That there was something wrong with Mercy. There was something dangerous about Mercy. But no, Ryan only saw Mercy as his delicate little girl. Now he was face to face with Alanna Petrov.

Ryan's eyes bulged. "What?" He was baffled. "Why? Do….do...do..you have blood on you?" He gasped. He looked at the staircase. I could read his expression and knew exactly what he was going to do. He attempted to make his way to the stairs, but I blocked him. I gave him a unnerving and callous stare.

"They're dead, Ryan." I said lowly. "All of them."

"Mercy." Ryan said for the final time.

A ferocious scream erupted from my throat as I lunged for Ryan. I violently stabbed Ryan in the stomach with sheer force. Ryan tumbled to the floor and on his ass, I followed his movements with ease and I continued stabbing him. I don't stop, I stabbed him repeatedly, his blood drenched my clothes and skin. I stabbed him in the legs, arms, and torso. After fifteen stab wounds, I stopped. Ryan was clinging to life, he was unable to move, he squirmed and winced in pain, his wounds bleed profusely.

I wanted him to suffer, I scanned the living room for something I can torture him with. I desired anything that causes great agony and misery. Quickly, I found Annie's baseball bat. It was hard and made out of aluminium.

With the baseball bat gripped in my hand, I walked over to my prey swiftly, I raised the bat over my head and I proceeded to violently bash Ryan's head with it. I hit him over and over and over, his skull cracked open, blood streamed down his head like a river. Ryan's blood curdling screams are music to my ears. Bastard deserved all of the misery and torment I am giving to him.

"YOU BASTARD! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS LOVE ME!" I seethed. After several more blows to the head, I tossed the bat aside and I retrieved my knife. I bent down and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly.

"YOU DESERVE THIS! ALL OF THIS! I LOVED YOU! I LOVED YOU SO MUCH! AND YOU RUINED IT! WE COULD HAVE HAD A BEAUTIFUL LIFE TOGETHER! WE COULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY! BUT YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP! YOU CAUSED YOUR OWN DEMISE!" I roared. All of my hurt emotions came to the surface. Tears of misery streamed down my cheeks. "ALL I WANTED WAS TO FIND A MAN WHO WOULD LOVE ME! ALL I WANTED WAS A FAMILY! THIS IS WHY I AM DOING ALL OF THIS!" Ryan's eyes are glassy and are glued to me, he is shockingly still alive, he was slipping in and out of consciousness.

"WHY? WHY? WHY COULDN'T YOU LOVE ME? WHY CAN'T SOMEONE JUST LOVE ME?! THAT'S ALL I WANT!" I sobbed brokenly after my final seventy ninth stab. The blade snapped off due to my brutality and force. I was drained from this. I looked into Ryan Sullivan's lifeless eyes. I broke down crying. "Why can't someone just love me?" I whispered to myself sorrowfully.

I cried for a good five minutes. All of my pain and sorrow poured from my eyes like a broken faucet. But when I am done crying, I composed myself. What's done is done. Now I must start all over.

I headed to Hope's bedroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror in the bedroom. I saw all of the blood on me. I looked like a monster. My hair was drenched with crimson and unkempt, blood is splattered on my face and clothes.

I walked towards Hope's crib. The infant was wiggling and restless. She looked up at me. Perplexity and confusion flashed in her innocent eyes. If only this innocent baby knew this was the blood of her Father. I felt no remorse for killing Ryan or the others, but I did feel pity for this child. Hope is innocent. She is the only one I love. My love for this child is infinite. There are no words to describe how I feel about this child. She is the only one I care about. I imagined myself caring for her. Mothering her and nurturing her with all of the love and care in the world. Hope was the dream child I always desired.

I then heard loud pounding of a door in Blake's room. She was up and alert, I heard the sheer panic and apprehension in her voice. She screamed and begged for someone to let her out of her locked room.

I ignored Blake. I couldn't allow her to escape. Blake's demise was Ryan's fault. Sarah, Jackie, Annie, Kelly, Gabby, Blake, all of their demises are because of Ryan!

I decided to clean myself up. I exited Hope's bedroom and into the nearest bathroom. I took a short shower and changed into a cute brown dress, I applied my makeup to conceal Alanna and I washed my hair. I grabbed my suitcase and put them by the backdoor.

I was finally sweet Mercy again. I formed a cheerful smile on my face. "Hello, I am Mercedes. But you can call me Mercy." I rehearsed my innocent introduction flawlessly. I headed out of the bathroom and searched for Hope's baby carrier. Blake's screams echoed through the house. Now I must burn this place down. I found the baby carrier in the closet in the end of the hallway. Cleaned and coy, I headed into Hope's room. I proceeded to pick up the infant, the infant was cooing in delight from me holding her. Her smile was radiant and made my heart fluttered with joy. It was delightful to know beauty and innocence still exist in this world. I put the child into the baby carrier and fastened her in. The girl began to cry. Her sudden cries turned into feverish wails quickly.

I suspected her of being hungry. I grabbed the baby carrier with Hope safely fastened in and headed downstairs. Her wails turned into fussy screams that pierced my eardrums. I put her carrier down by the front door. I turned her carrier to face the door, Ryan's gruesome corpse was in the room and I did not want her innocent eyes to witness that. Blake's shrill screams became hysterical every second.

I went into the kitchen to grab a box of baby formula and proceeded to make Hope a bottle of milk. When I am done, I proceeded to look for matches to burn the house down. I swiftly found them in one of the drawers and put them on the counter. Afterwards, I gave Hope her bottle. I was right. The infant was hungry and drank the bottle feverishly. When she is done, I went back into the kitchen and grabbed the matches. I headed to the backdoor and I exited the house that way with Hope in the carrier and my belongings. Hope is content and full, she fell asleep peacefully.

I headed into the woods and I placed Hope far away from the house. Then I left her alone and hurried back to the house.

Near the house is the gallon of gasoline. I grabbed the tank nozzle and just sprayed the back of the house wildly. I drenched the walls with gasoline until I couldn't no more. I grabbed the heavy tank and with adrenaline running through me, I darted out into the woods with it. I made it at least fifteen feet away from the house when I am deep within the woods. I used my dress to wipe off any fingerprints off of the tank and dumped it into the woods. Then I hasted back to the house with the matches.

With a heavy exhale, I lit up the matches and flickered it onto the gasoline. The house went up in flames gradually, I watched in awe as the flames licked the windows upstairs. I could hear Blake's screams emanating from inside the burning house. I knew that someone would call the authorities to report the fire, so I made sure I looked the part. I allowed tiny flames to form the edges of my dress. I danced around to cover my dress to become dirty.

"I am sorry, my little Blake." I said in a soft voice.

Her screams ceased when the entire house is full of flames. The house roasted and was swallowed by hell itself.

I then ran back to the sole survivor and I gave her a light kiss on the forehead. "I love you." I whispered to Hope sincerely.

Then I heard sirens approaching. I am quick thinking and I proceeded to dirt myself up by covering my clothes and skin with dirt.

I created my entire story in my head instantly. I was a innocent victim of a house fire. I woke up in the middle of the night to smelling smoke. I was only able to grab my baby sister and get out of the house. I was helpless as the entire house went up into flames. I would create a reason why I had my packed suitcase by claiming that the family was planning on taking a vacation. My story seemed foolproof.

I was covered with dark stains from the fire I allowed on my dress, so it looked like I narrowly made it out of the house alive.

Within minutes, the fire department zoomed to the house, I ran and grabbed Hope and hurried to the fire department and the local authorities. I made sure I was hysterical and terrified. I burst out into distraught tears as I approached them. Hope was awoken by my sobbing and began to cry profusely.

"THEY'RE INSIDE! PLEASE HELP! MY FAMILY IS INSIDE! SOMEONE, PLEASE!" I shrieked.

An officer ran to me and asked me if I was okay. Another officer grabbed Hope and I struggled against him by tightly clutching Hope's carrier. "NO! NO! NO!" I wept sorrowfully. "DON'T TAKE HER!" Now my emotions are real.

The officer cradled the weeping Hope and attempted to calm me down. "Calm down! It's all right. I'm not taking her away. We are going to the hospital." He told me. With that, I am whisked to an ambulance, the officer gives Hope to a nurse inside and I sat down on the seat with a blanket covering me. My eyes are glued to Hope as we drive off. Now I must start back from square one.

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