Wow I haven't update this in soooooooooo long. So sorry about that!

horrorpop: Exorcist was way scary! Yeah Kitty's obsession is quite unique, I just always wanted to make a different kind of story, and I was so sick of all those perfect sister fics, so I figured, why not make one where she's a bloody murderer? Lol.
oOoRikku4EveroOo: One way or another she's a-killin' Sylvia lol.
Twitch in my eye: lol, yes oh my...
Dreamer for lyf: Hope you like this chappie!
ZiggyGurl: I hate all alcohol really, except raspberry wine coolers, and Strawberry Daiquiris, those are yum yum!
TheAngryPrincess13: Megan's gonna be slaughtered too: ).
Krista: Lol, I can never sleep with light's off, not with my screwed up brain and over-active imagination!
Ale Curtis-Carter: Hope you likie!
Caspervolleyballplaya18: Yeah Darry can be stupid lol. He hits Pony, and stops Sylvia from getting brutally murdered tsk tsk.
loversforever: thank you thank you! Hope you like this chapter.
Two-BitGortez: Hope you like this chapter.

Chapter 10
3rd Person

Everyone knew who Greg Hartright was. All the Socs and all the Greasers knew him. He was a middle class and had flaming red hair. He was from England, and every girl loved him, no matter what social status. They loved him just as much as they loved Kitten's brother Sodapop. Greg was a huge sex maniac too. Always with two or three girls at one time. And no one cared that he was with other girls, cause he was Greg, he was God.

She arrived at his one story, clean cut house just as Megan did. Megan walked in, giving Greg a kiss and then closed the door. Sylvia was in there too.

Kitty walked up to the door and knocked. She heard a groan, and a few pleas for him not to go. She almost left, but Kitty knew she couldn't chicken out, she had to remember what Sylvia did to Dally. She hurt him, like Evie hurt Steve. Like everyone hurts Kitty.

"Well, hello there..." Greg's button up shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was getting out of it's perfect gelled back shape.

"Who is it?" Sylvia giggled from inside, as she snorted a white substance off the coffee table.

"I believe it's Ms. Kitten Curtis giving us a visit," he smiled, and licked his lips.

Megan and Sylvia giggled.

"Come on in," Greg opened the door wider. Kitty stared at him, then the girls, and stepped into his house.

Greg looked around to make sure no one saw and closed the door.

"Up for round two Kitty?" Megan snickered, pulling out the familiar glass bottle. The two girls were high and drunk, willing to do anything and everything, just the way Greg liked it.

"You've gotta be hot in this dress Kitty," Greg smiled at her, tracing his hand down the velvet sleeve. She stared at him, suddenly unable to move. "Let's get you into something more comfortable..." he took her hand and pulled her into another room. She clutched her bag tightly.

Greg brought the young girl into a bedroom, and told her to sit on the bed. "Don't worry it ain't gonna bite ya," he assured her when she didn't go to sit.

She sat down, watching him closely, keeping a tight hand on the handle of her weapon of choice. Greg racked through a closet, "Surprising what girl's leave behind.." he muttered. He pulled out a full length sheer dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went all the way up to the waist. "I think this would suit you," he smiled naughtily, and threw it next to her. "Go on girl, put it on," he demanded. Kitty just stared at him, gripping her little secret even tighter. "Fine bitch, I'll fuck you in that then!" he screamed angrily, he was not used to having anyone deny him of his wishes.

The red-headed boy jumped on top of Kitty forcing his weight onto her and kissing her deeply. She struggled, losing grip on the knife. Her hand fell to the floor searching for it. Finally she grabbed it and drove the butcher knife into his heart. Greg's mouth opened and he tried to scream, but blood poured out and his green eyes went blank before he had the chance. Kitty swiped her fingers through a spot of blood that dripped onto her thigh. She pushed the corpse off of her and dabbed her fingers in more red liquid and wrote a song she was rather fond of:

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die, die!"

After finishing her little lyric writing, Kitty grabbed the knife out of his chest and walked into the living room, where Sylvia and Megan were done snorting the coke, and finished all the vodka.

"Where the hell is Greg?" Sylvia asked rudely. Then in one swift motion Kitty sliced them both, and watched their soulless bodies drop to the floor. She grabbed her bag, headed outside, and walked home.

When she got home the boys were still over, along with Tim, Curly, and Angela Shepard. Upon seeing her entrance Curly stiffened. He was down-right frightened of her after their last encounter.

"Where the hell have you been!" Darry screamed at her. She merely stared at him, keeping the blood-stained hands of hers behind her back, where no one can see.

"Well?" Darry waited. She shrugged and walked into the bathroom. Kitty vigorously washed the red pigments off. She knew the penalty of murder, it was murder itself. Kitty wasn't afraid of death, she would welcome it, and probably be happier. But she couldn't be killed just yet, just when the fun was beginning...

So how'd ya like it? Any comments, questions, concerns? Lol, I don't know, my 7th grade science teacher always said that, it kind of stuck with me : ). Well review as always, love ya! Toodles! Oh yes, the Miss Mary Mack lyrics are not mine, they are from the book "White is for Magic" by Laria Faria Stolarz. Excellent book, excellent series!