It was very late.

Mickey just found out about the little mishap with Randy and Brandon.

He wasn't very pissed though because he knew he was going to have to kill Brandon anyway, so he could have the glory of killing the "killer".

Mickey knew what he had to do. And that was to kill Stu because he went against his word, Randy because he interfered with his plan, and Heather because she dumped him. Not many good reasons, but what else does a phycopathedic guy have to do?

"Randy, I know you're going through a tough time, but would you maybe want to go on a date with me tonight?" asked Heather.

"No thanks Heather, I'm very busy tonight."

"Oh yeah, well what could you possibly have to do with your life?"

"Get revenge."

"You're not talking about going after the other kill, are you?"

"Yeah, actually I am."

"You're standing me up, just to probably get killed?"

"No, I'm getting revenge on my girlfriends life that was taken."

"Well, if you do, I'm calling the police."

"Heather, don't fuck with me."

"I'll call them right now, if you want, you need help."

Heather started to pick up the phone.

That just pissed Randy off.

Randy took out his pocket knife and started stabbing Heather, multiple times.

"Randy, stop it, Oww!"

Heather grasped his shirt, starring in his blue eyes as she slowly died.

Then Randy saw what he had done.

"What the fuck, wh, what did I do! I'm...just like them. No, I can't be, that was a accident, I need to go get help."

Just then Mickey walked in the room.

"Ok Randy we need..."

Mickey saw Heather lying dead on the floor.

"Wow, I never knew you had it in you buddy, thanks though, I was actually going to kill her tomorrow." Mickey laughed.

"But I, I didn didn't mean to, I ju just..."

"It's ok Randy, I'l help you get this messed cleaned up. To tell you the truth, I was just on my way to kill you, but man you're one heck of a killer yourself."

"Umm..."

"Here, go get me a drink, I'll clean this up. Buy yourself one to, the machine is right by my dorm, I'll clean this up.

"Yeah, a drink."

Randy slowly dragged himself out of there. He was sick. He just wanted to die. How could he have killed Heather? Was he becoming what had killed Sidney? He couldn't think about it any longer. He'd get Mickey his drink, and act as mormal as he could, then when he had Mickey alone...

By the time Randy got back to the dorm, Mickey had cleaned it up. The body was gone. The blood was washed away.

"Whoa, uhh cool I guess." said Randy.

"Yeah, I know, I've had practice. But, we need to talk ok."

"I know, why did you kill Sid?"

"I'm sorry Randy, she was just taking over your life, I mean, you were totally whipped."

"But you tried to kill me too."

"That was Brandon, I told him not to kill you, I wanted you to come on our side and help us, but then you killed Brandon, so I was going to kill you."

"Ok, I get it, but why Heaher?"

"That bitch dumped me."
"Oh."

"So are you going to help me kill a few more people, Randy?"

"I told you, I didn't mean to kill Heather."

"Hell, it sure looked like you meant it, and by the way if you don't help me, I can't let you go."

"Ok ok, I'll help you."

"That's the answer I wanted, cool."

"Yeah."

"Let's go kill my next, or our next victim!"

"And who will that be." Randy said unsteadily.

"Stu Mocker."