"Hurry!" I commanded urgently, my fingers wrapped around Clementine's little hand like an iron vice. We both trudged through the heavy snow, icy snow flooded my boots. Me and Clementine bolted through the forest in mad haste. My heart thundered in my chest with so much intensity I believed it would burst. Clementine, an ever so docile child, did not complain about me dragging her through the thick forest. Her exhausted breathing echoed through my freezing eardrum. I examined my surroundings, there is trash scattered around the area. Crumbled paper, wrappers, broken bottles, and shards of glass that reflected the sun rays. I know what road Sister Wanda is going to take. The main road that leads to the nearest exiting bridge.

When we managed to careen ourselves to the side of the road, it was completely empty. Sister Wanda's car was nowhere to be seen. I tried to divert my dread by buttoning up my overcoat. Regardless, panic began to flood my body to the brim, I felt my mind lashing out from the inside. I stomped the ground angrily. All of my emotions boiled within me. Worry and desperation filled my entire body. "NO! NO! NO! PLEASE NO!" I screamed to the heavens. Did she already leave? No! No! This is not fair! Clementine turned to me, her eyes flashing with concern. Clementine tugged my sleeve to get my attention. The second I turn to her, she swiftly began to sign. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked me.

I felt my heart sink. I did appreciate the compassion of this child. The only reason why I brought her with me was that of her disability and the fact that I need another person to assist me. Originally I did want Constance, but Clementine just showed up at the wrong time. Anyone who saw me must be involved so I can silence them. I would never harm this child, I harbored the same love and affection to Clementine as I did with Alyona. I struggled to sign back to her as my anxiety overwhelmed me.

Then I heard a slight crunching sound behind me. I whirled around to see a baffled Alyona trotting towards us trying to not trip over fallen branches. "What are you doing?" She asked confused. At that moment, I had to make a dire choice. Me killing Sister Wanda is essential. I can't delay this murder. My freedom must be protected at all costs. This is possibly one of my most nerve-racking killings ever. Any mistakes, any error no matter how small will backfire on me. I have no time for usher away Alyona. My future and livelihood are hanging on a thin thread. I opened my mouth to say something when I hear the miraculous sounds of a car coming.

I peeked at it and I quickly realized it was Sister Wanda's black sedan. She was driving cautiously through the icy road. I glanced at Alyona briefly and felt my heart crack. Her fate is sealed just like Sister Wanda's. Clementine appeared perplexed as Alyona looked at me in confusion. I decided to prepare my plan. My voice was urgent and full of authority. "Clementine, Alyona, we need to scare her."

"What? Why?" Alyona asked me, she took a step closer to me. "We need to scare really really bad. So she will never come back!" I explained. Alyona was still confused, her eyes flashed. "Why? What are you planning to do?" She probed. Clementine tugged my sleeves to seize my attention. I whirled around and wasted no time. "Clem, wave her arms and make her stop!" I placed a firm hand on her back and I gave her a slight push to move her closer to the road. Clementine resisted, shaking her vehemently. "Go!" I said as the car came near. I gave her another push closer to the road. Clementine froze in her tracks, too afraid to take another step. I wondered what was occurring in her little mind. "Mercy…." Alyona started with worry building in her voice. When the car was just five seconds away, I impulsively shoved Clementine with full force in front of the approaching car. Clementine fell hard on her side when her big eyes meet the car, she freezes.

Time seemed to slow down, the screeching of the tires pierced my ears, Sister Wanda must have seen Clementine within the fraction of a second as she violently forced her car to swerve to avoid Clementine.

She was able to completely miss Clementine by two inches but veered violently onto the other side of the road inches away from a tree.

Clementine grew pale as the snow, releasing out pitiful whimpers.

"CLEM!" Alyona was frozen in her spot, utterly flabbergasted by this shocking action committed by me. Sister Wanda leaped out of her car, hurrying towards a miserable Clementine.

"Are you okay?" Sister Wanda kneeled down to her with tender tears in her eyes. Her voice full of compassion and kindness. "What happened?" Clementine could only vocalize out frightened sobs as a response. As Sister Wanda consoled a hysterical Clementine, I took this moment to crept behind her.

Alyona remained where she was. Petrified and terrified, she stared at me with wide eyes. Her young mind could not comprehend what is happening.

When I am close enough to my prey, I raised my hammer to the heavens. Clementine's tearful eyes met my cold eyes, invoking Sister Wanda to turn her head to me. With a fraction of a second, I swung my hammer with all of the force I could muster, plowing into the left side of her head. Clementine's terrified screams exploded throughout the forest.

It was so powerful that the grown woman collapsed to the ground facefirst. Her head made a sickening thud upon impacting the hard concrete. A pool of blood formed around her face. Her eyes were wide open, framed with terror. As I stood over my helpless victim, I felt sheer pride from this. I felt like a goddess!

I made sure I remained completely focused on my mission. Clementine stared at the twitching body of Sister Wanda, shaking like a leaf. I had to move her body before any possible witnesses come by.

"Mercy..Mercy…" I turned my head to see a quivering Alyona. Tears of misery flowed her cheeks like a broken faucet. I tossed the bloody hammer to the snow towards a frightened Alyona. When the hammer hit the snow, Alyona jumped out of terror as if it was a timebomb. I turned to Clementine. "Help me!" I signed urgently. Clementine bit her lower lip with anxiety. I do not give her time to respond as I jerked the child up to her feet. I stared into her broken eyes with great ferocity. "Stop crying!" I commanded, my accent sharped. "Grab a foot!" Clementine averted eye contact with me and obeyed.

Me and Clementine both grabbed Sister Wanda's feet and we used all of our strength to pull her to the side of the roadway we are residing on. "Alyona, warn us if there is a car coming!" I commanded. In order to ensure I had complete control, I shot her an intimidating look. Not knowing what to do, Alyona fearfully followed my orders. She peeked at the road, watching out for cars. I had to make sure that Alyona had no inkling to reveal my evil deed. I had to make sure she was completely under my control. When me and Clementine finally pulled her onto the side, I made the effort to pull her farther into the forest.

We are not far away from the road, but from where we were, it would be difficult for a driver to see us. I released Sister Wanda, her whimpering of misery echoed through the forest. She was twitching and convulsing violently.

I left Clementine with Sister Wanda, rushing to Alyona. Before I made it to her, my foot was caught on a fallen branch. I stumbled onto my face, the fall took all of the air out of my lungs. It is as the world is punishing me for my deed. As I staggered up to my feet, I caught the glimpse of a large shard of glass. I was interested in its size, it was big as an adult-sized hand. It reminded me of the blade of the knife. It had a jagged edge that looked razor-sharp. An idea developed in my mind. I grabbed the shard of glass and I resumed my run to Alyona.

"Mercy…" Alyona turned her head to me sniffling. When she saw the shard of glass, terror flooded her eyes, she grew rigid with fear.

"Come! Stop crying and help me!" I said coldly. I didn't wait, I snatched her wrist and tugged her to the body of Sister Wanda.

Clementine sat in the snow, curled up into a pitiful ball, crying her little heart out. I am too occupied to feel pity for the poor child.

I stood over this helpless woman. I turned my head to Alyona, my expression is ever so cold, my voice ever so lifeless. "You need to help me." With that, I grabbed her limp hand and I jammed the shard of glass into her grip. I gestured to Sister Wanda, urging her to do the unthinkable.

"NO!" Alyona shrieked tearfully. She shook her head violently in fearful resistance. "NO!"

"It's easy," I reassured her. With that, I bashed Sister Wanda's skull with the blunt force of the hammer. A bloodcurdling scream escaped the helpless woman's throat. Clementine's sobbing became harder, she covered her ears with her hands to block out the screaming. Alyona's face reddened with hysteria. "NO! I CAN'T! NO!" She refused. I wasted no time, I swung a hard hand onto Alyona's back to push her closer to the body. With a sharp gasp, Alyona lost her balance, falling on top of the twitching body of Sister Wanda.

"Do it!" I commanded Alyona.

Alyona stiffened like a statue. Her voice grew small and weak. "No..."

I shot her a cold glare. "Do it now, Alyona."

Alyona's eyes widened, her skin turned ashen, her entire body shook. She gave me a silent gaze, her gaze sent scorching daggers into my frigid heart. All I could see at this moment was unquenchable fear. Alyona lost her ability to vocalize, she resisted by merely shaking her head. But nonetheless, she never released the shard of glass in her hand. Perhaps with all of the hysteria and madness, she has forgotten?

Regardless I need Alyona to commit this act, I need her to have a valid reason not to go tell a soul. I did not want this. Trust me, I did not. But I must ensure this situation is in my favor. I loved this girl, I worship the floor she walks on. I cherish her more than I cherished anyone else in this world. But I can't allow her to reveal this. I must be harsh and cold to her to show her how urgent this all is.

"Do it." I repeated, my voice menacing. I then showcased my bloody hammer to her. "Do it now," I commanded.

Alyona remained motionless, staring at me without a word.

I mustered up all of the authority I could seize. "NOW!" I sounded like a grown woman. As if my domineering voice had complete control, I watched Alyona hysterically penetrating the back of Sister Wanda's neck with the shard of glass. When she yanks it out, a spray of crimson spilled upon Alyona's pale face. A dreadful and harsh screech of agony pierced the air. The screaming was short-lived and was muffled out by the sickening sounds of guttural choking. Then unexpectedly Sister Wanda managed to invoke enough energy to scramble off of her back, her fingers dug into Alyona's shaking skin, desperately trying to pry the bloody glass out of her hand. Alyona shrieked out of fright and clasped onto the glass, unable to think to do anything else. Alyona screamed the top of her lungs as she tussled with Sister Wanda. She tried to pull away by trying to stand up. Sister Wanda lost all of her kindness and gentleness once the flight or fight kicked into her system. I gasped out of shock when Sister Wanda yanked the glass out of Alyona's grip and swung the shard at Alyona. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" An ear-splitting scream escaped Alyona's throat when Sister Wanda slashed her right knee, she collapsed to the ground with a hard thud. The girl's face and coat drenched in crimson, her injury bled profusely, coloring the snow below.

Now Alyona will never reveal what happened. There is no doubt in my mind that Alyona would rat herself out.

I felt a slight remorse for causing Alyona to do this, but I must make dire choices to protect myself. I can only hope that she finds it within her to forgive me. But right now, I must focus on ending this nun's pathetic life. She caused this to herself. This bitch came into my life, threatening my future. Threatening to destroy all of my hard work and efforts to be happy. None of this would be happening if she never stepped foot into the Weiss household. Not to mention, she was planning to contact my old orphanage, threatening to expose my secrets. If I could, I would burn down that bloody orphanage with everyone in it. Anyone who has seen the evil deeds I committed I wished I could eliminate. I am an unfettered soul and I am resolute to remain that way, I am willing to do anything to protect my freedom. It doesn't matter who I hurt, who I trick, who I kill, as long as I am free.

I stood over Sister Wanda, her eyes framed with terror. Sister Wanda was at my mercy, terrified, she flipped onto her stomach and attempted to feebly crawl away from me. She has the pace of a snail and I giggled at this pathetic scene. I imagined my torture chamber, only Sister Wanda is imprisoned within it. I was eager to make her torture into reality. I briskly walked up to her, by then Sister Wanda lost all strength, she collapsed to the ground with a weak sigh. When her eyes meet my cold eyes, I flashed Sister Wanda a devilish smile. With that, I bashed her skull with the hammer. Blood splattered onto my face. I do not stop, with all of my might. I gave her a chilling look, not uttering a word. I raised my hammer with my pulsing heart racing. With clenched teeth, I proceeded to brutally and savagely bash Sister Wanda in the head. Every single blow was full of malice and brutality, a pain-stricken scream would escape out of her throat as the hammer collided with her skull. The bludgeoning took the energy out of me, my breathing became labored and tightened. I gasped for air as I smashed her head in. One powerful blow made her skull make a sickening crack. A sudden spray of blood drenched me without warning, gray pieces of her brain flew out of her skull and onto the ground. Her screaming began to cease, Sister Wanda held on to life as hard as she could. I didn't stop, I kept brutally bludgeoning herself with the hammer. I had no idea how many time I hit her with the hammer when I finally stopped. Her brain was almost completely mush. Clumps of her brain matters scattered onto the snow. There is an alarming amount of blood that saturated the snow around her. I stood over the dead bitch, smiling evilly, drenched in her blood. I had no time to gloat or celebrate. I had to dispose of her body. It was utterly silent in the forest, Alyona and Clementine were still present, but they were silent as mice.

I looked at them one by one. Alyona's eyes were framed with horror, her mouth is agape with dread. The shard is glued in her grip, her hand is slick with blood. The slash inflicted by Sister Wanda cut through Alyona's pant and exposed her injury. A deep slash below her kneecap, it bleed profusely, I could see her exposed pink flesh. She was petrified, planted into the ground. Her eyes spoke a thousand words. She was now realizing that her best friend, her friend that was always kind and devoted to her, the person that she saw as a sisterly figure, was the embodiment of evil in the flesh. Clementine was trembling, her glassy eyes locked onto me. There is a mixture of distress and resentment within them.

I singlehandedly broke both of them in one full hour.

I took one short look at my excellent job. The body of the lifeless, battered Sister Wanda was a beautiful piece of art. It represented how NO ONE is safe from my wrath. She should have never entered my home and tempted her fate.

Now she has suffered the consequence of messing with my future. No one will ever fuck with Alanna Petrov!

I then resolved myself to dispose of all of the evidence. The hammer, my bloody overcoat, the blood on me, the bloody shard of glass, everything needed to go.

"Help me hide her," I ordered the two girls. Both of the little ones were obedient based on fear, Alyona weakly grabbed Sister Wanda's right foot, her injury made her sluggish. Clementine sniveled to herself as she grabbed the left foot, using all of her strength. I guided the girls to pull her deeper and deeper into the forest. I couldn't find any river or lake to dump her body in, so I resorted to just covering her body with dirt and snow. Me and the girls piled heavy snow onto her corpse.

I then grabbed clumps of snow to bathe the blood out of my hair and face. To dispose of the evidence, I consumed the saturated snow. My overcoat was just drenched in blood, but my clothes itself were clean as can be.

"We need to go," I ordered flatly. I knew exactly where to go. The treehouse. The treehouse that I never approached and cared for until now. I needed to hide it until I obtain something to destroy the pieces of evidence completely.

With that, I guided the girls through the forest like a Mother duck guiding her little ducklings.

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