Author's note: Nothing new, but thanks a lot for waiting!

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Getting Away With It All, Until...

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(Darius's POV)

My next stop was a bar known by many as Brady's. It has a considerable reputation, has some nice-looking pool tables, but I wasn't there to be sightseeing and all. Instead, I was ready to continue where I left off from the 24 Nightclub.

Much like my previous endeavor, I dealt with the bouncer. He was dressed like one of those retro 1980s gangsters, with the white leisure suit and what not.

Upon finding a empty beer bottle, I threw it into the street, so that he could hear the sound of breaking glass. He quickly left his post, wondering where the noise came from. What he didn't realize that I had quickly jumped him.

Stabbing him in the torso from behind several times, I watched as he dropped to the ground dead. This would give me easy access to the bar, and I soon stepped inside.

I checked my surroundings, until I eventually discovered a group of six playing billiards. I swiftly hid under one of the tables, and would crawl my way to the main table in question.

One of the six was grinning like he was on top of the world after he scored a solid hit, until he suddenly screamed. I had just slammed my knife into one of his feet, and would emerge from the table.

Taking the pool stick from his hands, I shoved it right into his torso. I gave him several stabs, before he collapsed, and the other five were quickly panicking. The second attempted to attack me, hitting me in the face with a few punches.

I fought back with the pool stick, deflecting his next punch, before jamming it into one of his eyes. The third began kicking me in the chest, until I picked up another pool stick and hit him several times. Once he was down, I plunged it into his back, and this left at least three more.

Taking out the pool stick from the dead body, I began attacking the three men with such a cleverly improvised weapon of choice for the time being. They attempted to punch and kick at me, but despite being decent fighters, they just weren't no match for me.

I slit the fourth man's throat open, and after knocking the fifth man down, I crushed his head in with one of my feet. The last one was this close to choking me, until I sliced at his wrist, making him bleed like crazy.

Then I slam his head against the wall hard, until he was out cold and possibly dead. With the group done for, I travelled over to the main bar, where I greeted the bartender with my now bloodied knife. Several customers fled, and this left me with the bartender.

He took out what appeared to be a switchblade knife, and attempted to charge at me. I was able to take a beer bottle from the bar, and even the playing field.

The bartender would nearly stab me in the gut, but I slammed the bottle right onto his head, leaving him passed out. I picked up his knife, and cut a very large wound onto his torso.

I also found underneath the bar, a large safe. There was also a piece of paper with the correct numbers needed to open it. Using the password, I would open the safe, and grinned as I took out a huge amount of money from it.

Must be a shitload of tips, I thought to myself.

Putting the stash of money into one of my pockets, I would swiftly flee Brady's. And at the nick of time, too, since one of the fleeing customers had dialed up the cops.

Perhaps I can buy something nice for myself, I thought. Or maybe a gift for Katie...

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(Wannabe's POV)

"Hmmm..." the psychiatrist, Dr. Andrew Cork, pondered as he cupped his bearded chin in thought. "So is it really true you aspired to follow in the Party Hard Killer's footsteps? Or perhaps this Katie West fellow's?"

I just stared right into his eyes, and nodded. "Well, unfortunately, for you, you're pretty much screwed over. You'll be staying here for quite some time." he added.

A grimace appeared on my face as I hang my head down in anger. So, I'm fucked, right? I think to myself.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Bart Hanson, just a college kid who stepped into the 24 Nightclub, only for me to leave as an evolving maniac. Why is that?

Well, I've been a very antisocial sort of guy from the start, especially since I was bullied and teased as a kid. I never made a lot of friends, and all of it soon started coming back to me when the Party Hard Killer arrived.

And here I am, in South Genesis Mental Hospital, being talked down by Dr. Cork. So far, everything was just peachy, until the door to Cork's office was being knocked on. He got up and answered the door, and was greeted by a fellow colleague.

"Did you hear of the workers's strike with our neighbors from the North Genesis Hospital? They are really raving mad." the colleague asked.

"Oh, dear..." Cork replied, crossing his arms and cupping his chin again. "And to make matters worse, they just left the hospital and left things to the security guards, so vandals and other strange people could probably get in tonight." the colleague added.

The conversation between these two men was enough to strike my curiosity, and I headed towards one of the windows. Jumping out, I found myself landing in a dumpster, which was enough to break my fall.

As I climbed out, I snuck out of the mental hospital so as I take off without anyone detecting me. However, a security guard quickly noticed, and chased right after me at a breakneck pace. I had to outrun him, hoping he'd wouldn't finally capture me and send me back.

Halfway, I found a lake, and I had enough to jump right in. As I was completely submerged, the security guard would reach the lake and look around. He soon gave up, and would return to South Genesis, allowing me to come back to the surface.

I fought for air as I climbed out of the lake, and I noticed as to how completely soaked I was. When I was about to head for North Genesis, however, I noticed a newspaper article featuring a rather strange figure.

I picked it up, and saw what appeared to be a masked, dark-haired man in a blue shirt and dark pants. Maybe I should copy his clothes, I thought to myself. And then find myself a mask, too.

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(Wannabe's POV, cont.)

By breaking into various peoples's homes, I was able to find the clothes that looked exactly like the ones the Party Hard Killer was decked out in. I even snuck into a kitchen and stole a kitchen knife. After changing out of my hospital pajamas, and into these new clothes. I finished things up by sneaking into a supermarket and found myself a paper bag.

Cutting some holes into the bag with the knife, so that I could see through it, I smiled triumphantly. Now I'm basically a look-a-like of the Party Hard Killer, but with a different mask.

Afterwards, I headed for the North Genesis Hospital, and noticed there were a few security guards and a doctor outside. They were obviously angry about the hospital being overrun by vandals and what-not, but I could care less.

I waited until the doctor finished talking to them, before she walked away. Noticing her movements, I crept up from behind, and when she finally alone (at least, that's what she thought so) at the park, I grabbed her by the hair, and cut her neck, almost wide open. Once she 'sat' onto the bench dying, I quickly obtained her coat and ID.

I came back outside the hospital, heading towards the guards. I was now clad in the doctor's coat, and even brought her ID with me. One of them was able to ask me, "Dr. Matthews, why on earth did you come back so soon? Did you forget something?"

"And why the hell do you have a paper bag over your head?" another asked.

I spoke in a very feminine voice, high-pitched voice, "I came back so that I could pick up a few things from my office."

I then handed them my ID, and upon closer examination, they shook their heads in agreement. "Allright then, but make it quick. There's a shit-ton of weirdos that have just taken over the damn place." one of them replied.

I nodded, and walked right past them, and into the hospital. When I reached the receptionist's office, I saw a man snorting what appeared to be cocaine, and using a scalpel which he just happened to have stolen.

He looked over at me and asked, "Hey, doc, wanna join in?"

I just stood there for a moment, before taking off the coat and throwing it onto the floor. The guy then asked, "Oh, you're not some doctor, huh? Then what the fuck are you doing here?"

I didn't say anything, but slammed him against the desk, and sprinkled some cocaine into his eyes. He screamed at my actions, and tried to stab me with the scalpel. However, I shoved my knife into his head, and jiggled the weapon for a brief period until blood and some brain matter came pouring out of him.

Taking the knife out, I looked over at the scalpel that had now fell out of his hand. I picked it up, and knew I was going to use it to my advantage.

I began to sneak into an operating room after going up a floor, where I heard the sound of a couple making grunting and moaning sounds. I walked towards the door, and kicked it open, startling the intoxicated couple, a guy and a gal.

I jammed the scalpel into the man's bare ass, before following it up by cutting a long trail upwards, starting from his ass-crack, to his spine. I pushed him down, leaving him dying, and the woman was screaming in fright, about to leave the room and dial the police.

Grabbing her from behind, however, I slam the scalpel into both her eyes. I follow it up by stabbing her multiple times in the face, before gouging her eyes out.

"This is great! I'm loving this!" I exclaimed to myself, feeling as though I am exhilarated by the carnage that I was inflicting on all these innocent party-goers.

As I leave the room, I went up another floor. When I got to the floor where patients were supposed to be hospitalized, I discovered that most of the rooms were empty. It seemed clear that they were temporarily moved to a different hospital.

Shrugging my shoulders, I took off to locate another floor, until I bumped into a rather strange sight.

"Who made all that goddamn noise downstairs? Because I keep hearing screams, and even blaring goddamn music." a patient asked.

It was clear that this guy stayed behind, as he was still recovering from a panic attack not so long ago. "Right now, I ain't having another one of these attacks again, I'm calling the co-"

He was cut short when I grab him by the throat, and stabbed him repeatedly in the throat, and once he was on the ground, I kicked him upside the head.

"Aw, too bad. I was gonna get here first."

I nearly flinched at the rather feminine voice, and expecting it to be another patient left behind, it was clear it wasn't. The voice belonged to that of a rather attractive woman, wearing a slinky black dress, high heels, short reddish brown hair and a black hat that looked awfully like a police officer's.

Hubba hubba, I thought to myself, admiring her beauty.

"Hey, eyes up, mister!" she called out to me. "Looks like you wanna be a serial killer like my boyfriend, huh?"

"Of course, I was just getting started here. Just call me Bart. Or better yet, just refer to me as Wannabe." I replied.

"Sounds good, Wannabe. And from the looks of things, you got yourself a scalpel besides a knife. Nice. Perhaps we can work together, no?"

"Definitely, baby." I told her with a grin.

"Also, don't call me baby; just call me Katie." she said, before the same security guards from before suddenly arrived on the same floor.

"You should've known better than to kill Dr. Matthews and steal her ID, punk!" one exclaimed.

"Oh, really?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

One of them took a stun gun and shot at me, and while I was hit, I noticed Katie, pulling out her trusty icepick and stabbing him the chest. Before long, she took his stun gun, and shot at the one of the others as he trying to subdue her.

The effects would soon wear off, and I got up so as to sneak up from behind and stab the guard in the back of the neck. Both Katie and I would soon turn our attention to the last of the guards, to which she knee'd him right in the groin.

She gave me the signal to attack, and I started cutting his face open. Within seconds, he'd be instantly unrecognizable, before the she told me, "I think we did in enough victims for the night. How about you?"

"Me, too. Let's get outta here!" I replied with a grin.

And with perfect timing, too; somebody had just called the cops on our asses! Luckily, they didn't stop us from getting into Katie's car, and driving off into the night.

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Up next: Wannabe gets to know Katie, and the Road Bar Motel.

With love for my fans,

Chrissy