Author's note: So basically, I cleaned up the summary and fixed some grammatical errors in the previous chapters. But other than that, thanks for waiting!

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Getting Away With It All, Until...

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(Katie's POV)

As we fled the hospital for good, I look over at Wannabe and asked, "Just curious; but I couldn't help but notice that you're dressed suspiciously similiar to Darius. Are you trying to like, copy his fashion sense or something?"

"Not really. I don't even wear a hockey mask. I just use a paper bag, see?" he replied, before taking off the paper bag off his head.

I raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but be impressed. "Not too shabby there. Chances are, the police might be dumb enough to probably think that it was Darius who carried out the incident. Problem is, he doesn't wear a paper bag over his head." I said.

He nodded, and he asked, "Speaking of which, what do you for a living as a serial killer, anyways?"

"Well, I used to kill party-goers, much like Darius. After learning the ropes and killing along the way for a few years, I decided to carve out my own path. Even though I parted ways with him, we still kept in touch. Not to mention we're also an item.

As for me, I decided to target mainly spoiled, rich socialites, famous for being famous. Possibly due to the fact that I could never put up with their attitudes, and that they were also always stuck inside their own little bubbles that they think can never be popped.

By the way, I was targeting one such socialite as he was bringing his girlfriend to this hospital party, so that they could both get laid." I replied.

"Oh...well, I actually got to them first, no offense to you." Wannabe said.

"Isn't that a fact? Oh, well." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "But I'd be more than happy to have you learn from my expertise." I added with a grin.

"Gladly!" he said, smiling back.

I nodded, before I kept my eyes back on the wheel, driving on forth for a while.

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(Wannabe's POV)

Eventually, Katie's car would park itself outside of what appeared to be the Road Bar Motel. From the looks of things, a biker party was being held, and rockabilly music was blaring outside. Looking out the car window briefly, she took notice, and then looked over at me.

"Shame there aren't any bubble-headed rich kids around..." she said with a small frown, before it turned to a small smile. "...but what the hell. So, Wannabe...you ready?" she asked.

"Absolutely more than ready." I replied.

We then exit the car, and walk outside of where the party was being held. "You should always make sure to take out whoever's being the enforcer around." Katie told me.

"From the looks of it though, I don't think there aren't any enforcers in the back." I replied, causing her to shrug at my statement.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice called out.

Katie and I would then take notice of a group of four bikers, each wielding either knives or metal baseball bats. The very same man that spoke asked, "You punks think you wanna get in and fit in with us? Huh?"

"Oh no, we're not fitting in...we're just...playing around, that's all." I replied.

"Really? Then you both better fuck off and scram!" another said.

However, me and Katie were still standing there, staring right into their faces. They were beginning to grow impatient, before they would eventually attack us.

Katie had taken the first one by surprise as she shot him with the last remaining volt of energy in the stun gun, before casting it aside. She'd then slam her icepick right into one of his eyes several times, making him shout expletives as he covered the now bleeding area once she was finished. He would attempt to stab her, but she would narrowly evade each of his attacks, before cutting his throat open with her weapon.

He hit the ground, and she watched as I went up against the second of the bikers. He swiftly hit me in the torso, before he was ready to beat my face in. Suddenly he felt the 'sensation' of having his groin kicked by Katie, and she would give me the signal to follow her lead.

Taking the scalpel from the hospital, I stabbed him numerous times in the face. At the same time, the third biker had grabbed her from behind, his knife right at the curve of her neck.

With the two bikers dead, I would target the same biker threatening to kill Katie. Picking up the baseball bat, I swung at him, hitting him a couple of times in the legs. After a fifth hit, he would reluctantly let go of her.

He would try to stab me, but I gutted him a couple more times in the stomach, before falling down and clutching the area in pain. I follow it up by slamming one of my feet into head, bashing him until blood was staining the ground.

The last of the bikers, and obviously the one that threatened us, would quickly attack me with a large club that he used as his weapon. He beat me up a couple of times, before he noticed Katie jumping onto him and slamming the icepick into the back of his neck. He tried to fight back by trying to hit her upside the head, but it was me who struck him the crotch with the scalpel, before I'd eventually discard it.

Katie would then stab him several times in the torso with her icepick, before we stood before the now dying four bikers. "HOLY SHIT!" we heard someone exclaim.

The person happened to be a male, scrawny-looking biker, who would quickly head back inside and call 911. Looking over at me, Katie said, "Let's sneak inside and get that bastard!"

I nodded, and I cracked apart one of the windows with the baseball bat, before swiftly entering the motel room that the male biker was in. By the time we both got in, he was already finishing up his call.

When he was done, he noticed the two of us in the same room with him. He tried to make a break for it, but felt his back hit by my baseball bat a few times.

Remembering my knife, I also slit his throat wide open, prompting to completely fall to the floor, already done for. It wouldn't take long for us to get outside again, and Katie told me, "I'll be taking my car. You go steal a motorcycle."

"Will do." I replied, before I sneaked around and came across a biker taking a piss. He had just consumed a few bottles of beer, and needed to relieve himself.

Right behind him without being detected, I struck him in the head with the baseball bat, before beating his face in several more times. Once he wasn't moving anymore, I began searching his pockets for his keys, and would find them in one of the back pockets.

I would then start up the motorcycle, and would drive on over to Katie, and said, "We're outta here!"

She nodded, but replied, "But first..."

Katie would then search through her car, before taking out what appeared to be a Molotov cocktail, and after lighting it up, threw it over at one of the pickup trucks parked outside. We quickly fled from the area, a moment before the truck blew up. This caused most of the party-goers to notice, before shouting and screaming.

With that out of the way, Katie and I would drive off into the night, leaving a bloody mess in our wake.

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(Katie's POV)

Finally leaving the motel behind, I continued to drive on down. Eventually, I caught a glimpse of a safehouse, before I drove over and parked outside. When I got out, Wannabe had also arrived, hopping out of his motorcycle.

"How were you able to drive a motorcycle with that paper bag over your head?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I did cut out a couple of holes so I could see a fairly long time ago."

I shrugged, before we found a window that we could break into and sneak into the safehouse. Lucky for us, the window was left open for some odd reason. I climbed inside first, and he followed suit.

Once inside, I discovered as to how dimly lit everything was. "Not bad...I guess. At least there aren't any roaches crawling around." I said.

Wannabe nodded, and he would then look over at me as I sat back and relaxed on a couch. "Would you like me to tell you about how Darius came to be?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Well...it all started when he was just a teenager, and he had attended a birthday party for a friend of his. Everything was running so smoothly, until a couple of adults had a rather violent altercation, and one of them wound up shooting the other.

It all happened right in front of his eyes, and upon witnessing the murder, he found himself changing on the inside. He started to loathe parties, and would refuse to attend them. He did tell me it was a pretty traumatic event for him, and it became some kind of catalyst for him as he grew older."

"And then he'd start killing people at parties?" he asked.

"Yup. He still goes after party-goers to this day; hell, like I said before, I even 'crashed' a few parties myself, following in his tracks before I became what I am today." I replied with a grin.

He grinned, before he said, "Anyway, let's change the subject: I always thought you were pretty hot."

I raised an eyebrow at Wannabe's choice of topic, but smirked as I crossed my legs seductively, allowing him to see a bit of my panties. "Really? Since you wanted to be a murderer like me, perhaps I can teach you the 'basics'."

"'Basics'? What do you mean by that?"

I stood up, walking towards him, and removing the paper bag off his head. Initially, I was disappointed that Wannabe wasn't as good-looking as Darius, but I shook it off anyway.

"By the 'basics', I mean this." I replied, before I locked lips with his, delivering a very scorching (figuratively speaking) kiss. Not only that, but this was his first kiss ever.

We even had a little tongue involved, until I finally broke it and asked, "Well, Bart? What do you say?"

"Oh, hell yes." he replied, and I made a 'come-hither' gesture towards him. Almost anxiously, he'd follow me into a bedroom, where I would finally show him the ropes on what passion was all about.

But as for Darius...

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Up next: The Fireland massacre, as well as more insight on Darius's flashback (in other words, showing instead of telling) and the prelude to Katie's big score.

With love for my fans,

Chrissy