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horrorpop: I'm not exactly sure yet who our next victim shall be, but I'll think of it soon lol.
ZiggyGurl: Kitty's one of those psychopaths that you want to help lol.
oOoDancingQueenoOo: You shall seen oh so soon!
Basket Case89: Sarah Dessen rocks! I'll definitely check your story out, I would have sooner but my computers been bugging so I really couldn't go online.
Dreamer for lyf: Steve forgot that rule: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it all.
miSS-yUnz: Hope you like this chapter, it might have some Soda in it!
Two-BitGortez: Hope you like this chapter.
Emma/Hermione#1fan: Yeah Steve should have been a bit quieter, and Sandy hasn't broken up with Soda yet, but she probably will soon though.
krista: I hope this chapters scary as well and that you like it!
CasperVolleyBallPlaya18: Your e-mail encouraged me to update this story! Give yourself a clap lol. And her knife's are in her top drawer, along with her unmentionables, but that would be the best place to put them because no one would go through that drawer, and if they do they are way sick! Haha, hope you like this chapter.
Ale Curtis-Carter: Kitty won't kill herself, at the moment. Hope you like this chapter!
kittydepp: To be compared to such a good author as Stephen King makes me feel...like a good author lol. I hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 12
3rd Person

Kitty stopped as she reached for Curly's switchblade that she had acquired a little more than a month ago. Was she really going to go after Steve? Steve someone she loved, and Soda and the others loved? She would cause them pain, did she want that?

Kitty held the switchblade and fell back onto her old squeaky bed. Since her new...hobby...started the boys seemed fearful, and more depressed. Was Kitty the one doing that to them, hurting them? That was the last thing Kitty wanted. Kitten Curtis just wanted to help them, she felt it was her duty after her parents died. Mrs. Curtis was the constant mother figure for almost all of them, and with her gone there was no one left. Kitten had to take that place, and she knew the boys were getting hurt, hurt by girl's they loved, she never imagined she could be one of those girls.

If what Steve said was true, then they truly didn't care about her. Her brother's friends didn't love her. Besides they were never her friends, always her brother's friends. "Why don't you go play with your brothers and their friends," her parents would say. "Hey Kitty, want to play with me and my friends," her brothers would ask. Kitty had no friends, she realized. A true lone wolf, leading her pack of imaginary friends. Heck, she didn't even have imaginary friends.

Kitty, angered by her sudden actualization, stuck the blade in the side of her knee high stockings.

"You okay Kit?" her older brother asked as she walked out of her room.

"I'm fine Darrel," she snarled in a such a venomous voice that it sent shivers up the boy's back.

"...Okay."

"Remember when I was a freshman in high school, and you were a junior?" she asked in the same icy tone.

"Yeah.." Darry raised an eyebrow, unsure of where she was going with this conversation, or even why she would bring it up. Kitty never talked about high school, but then again Kitty never really talked.

"Thanks for leaving me friends," she spat and walked out of the house, leaving Darry as well as the others bewildered and beyond confusion.

"What was that about?" Two-Bit, the usual jokester, was so confused, he was curious as to what the heck the girl meant.

"I have no clue...but I don't like how she said it.."

"You know, your sister sure has been asking strange since these murders started. She starts talking more, going places with us, staring at us, trying to comfort us. What if she is the killer?" Dallas blurted out, like a roller coaster of all his thoughts.

"What the hell? You ain't thinkin' straight Dal, ain't no way my sister is a murder!" Darry glared at the seventeen year old.

"C'mon Darry, you got to admit that broad ain't straight in the head..." Dally countered, thinking twice about if he really wanted to anger the muscular older boy.

"So what? She ain't capable of murder, she ain't no God-forsaken hood like you Winston!" Darry yelled, his hands balling into fists. How dare Dallas Winston think of talking about his family that way! Who did he think he was?

"What did you call me Curtis?" Dally's eyes iced over with anger as the two boys stepped towards each other, ready to battle.

"Guys! Stop, this ain't no reason to fight, ya'll are just on your nerves end!" Soda strained his voice yelling over the two, stepping in between them.

"He ain't got no right to talk about our sister that way!"

"Freedom of speech Curtis, I can say whatever I damn please to! That means saying your sister belongs in the damn looney bin with a straight jacket and a friggin' padded room like all the other psychopaths. You ain't want to listen, that ain't my problem, get yourself killed for all I care. Damn broads a damn Lizzy Borden or some shit.." he rambled on, showing himself to the door.

"He is sort of right Darry...Kitty is a bit...nuts.." Two-Bit started, but seeing Darry's raging blue eyes he decided to follow Dallas out, and Johnny left too.

"Calm down Dar. They don't mean nothin' they just scared that's all. We all are, we just want some answers," Soda coaxed his older brother, helping him to sit on the couch.

"I know Soda, but still, they ain't have to point fingers at Kitty like that. Just because she ain't exactly like everyone else, don't mean she's some murder, you know?"

"I know Darry, I know," Soda brought his brother a glass of water as the doorbell rang. The youngest Curtis got up from his seat in the armchair to get it.

"Hello, is this the Curtis residence?" a tall man in a police uniform, in about his late thirties asked.

"Yes this is, Sir," Pony replied.

"May I come in?" he asked and Pony opened the door wider. By this time, both Darry and Soda were standing up, watching the officer.

"My name is Officer Gladskee."

"I'm Darry, and these are my younger brothers Sodapop and Ponyboy. Is there anything we can help you with Officer Gladskee?"

"Do you have a sister, by the name of Kitten?"

Darry slowly nodded his head, gesturing for the policeman to take a seat. He did and Darry sat in the armchair, Soda sat next to the officer and Pony stood in the corner.

"Fingerprints in the bathroom of Buck Merril's house where Evie Hannon was killed. Matching fingerprints were found in the bedroom and living room of the Hartright's house, the sight of Greg, their son, Sylvia Gregor, and Megan Johnson's murders. Witnesses at Buck's party said they saw Kitten, and witnesses also said they saw her hanging around with Sylvia and Megan the night of their murders. On a hunch we checked medical records...and Kitten's fingerprints match up with the ones at the murders houses..."

Okay so how was it? Now the police are getting suspicion and the boys are on high ends! Not only is Kitty killing people, but she's also ruining a great friendship. Oh my! Wow that was weird...well I hope you liked it! Review cause you love me! Toodles!