Mark knew too much. If he didn't shut his mouth I was going to end up getting in trouble. I told everyone how my mother had nailed my windows shut and that Mrs. Black had been checking up on me. The other kids believed my story. Mark was the only one who wouldn't give in to it.

There was only one way out of all this. Mark had to be silenced. Killing him might make me look guilty but if I didn't kill him he might get me into trouble. It was risky either way but killing him would get him out of the picture.

Even though this might sound sick and evil I kind of liked my new found power. If someone did something I didn't like I could kill them in my dreams and no one would ever know. I could use this power to do a lot of good.

All of the school day I kept thinking back to the claw I had seen in my dream. It would interesting to make that and use it in my dreams to kill people who needed to be killed. I knew at once how I could do it.

The shop class had everything that I could use but I wouldn't be able to make it during school hours. A few minutes after school let out I wondered into the shop class. The shop teacher always left right after school. I was surprised to find the drawers of his desk unlocked.

In the top draw underneath his grade book I found the extra set of keys to the welding room. I smirked and slipped out of the room. I would come back when it was dark and make the claw from my dream.

Getting out of the house wasn't easy. Mom had nailed my windows closed so I couldn't go out that way. I had to wait until a little past midnight. Mom had come in and said goodnight to me a little over an hour ago.

I climbed out of bed and slipped out of my room. The hallway was dark and quiet. I tiptoed down the stairs and out the back door. I wasn't crazy enough to take the car this time. Taking the car always seemed to get me in trouble.

I looked up at my mom's window. It was dark. That was a good sign. I started walking down the road towards the school.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked myself out loud. "Does Mark really need to die? What if this gets you into more trouble?"

Yes. I was sure I wanted to go through with this.

After a short walk I arrived at the school. Just as I hoped it was dark and quiet. I didn't think that Springwood high would have cameras or night guards. I didn't even know if I even needed the keys. I walked to the back door that lead to the welding room. I used the keys and opened the door. I felt around for the light switch and found it after a minute.

When a bright light filled the room I was greeted by a sight that made me smile. The room was full of boxes of metal, cloth, a welder, a grinder, and a few other things I didn't know the names of. We hadn't gotten to use everything in class yet.

I walked over to the boxes of metal and started to look for something that work. There were quite a few knife blades inside. I grabbed four blades and moved over to the cloth. There wasn't anything that was the right shade of brown so I ended up having to go with a greenish brown. Hinges and bolts were next.

"You have to die Mark," I said to myself as I started to put the claw together. "Little piggies have to die."