Author's note: Nothing new, but as always, thanks for waiting!

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Getting Away With It All, Until...

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(Darius's POV)

I was just a simple, mild-mannered teenager when I received an invitation to a birthday party for one of my friends. His name was Jared Cork, whose uncle Andrew would be a future psychiatrist in the South Genesis Mental Hospital.

When my parents and I finally arrived at his house, my father knocked on the door. Almost immediately, Jared's mom answered, and asked, "Oh, hello, Mr. Winston. Did you get one of our invitations?"

"Yes, we did. Our son is more than happy to celebrate his friend's 15th birthday." my father replied.

"How delightful! Come on in, everyone!" she exclaimed, eagerly letting me and my parents inside.

"Thanks, Mrs. Cork; do you know where Jared is?" I asked her.

"He's with some of his friends outside in the backyard, swimming. Did you bring any swim trunks?" she replied.

I shook my head yes, and she told me with a smile, "Then feel free to enjoy yourself, until we bring in the cake."
I smile back, before I went to get changed before I'd hit the pool. Once I finished getting into my swim trunks, I stepped outside with a couple of towels.

"Yo, Darius! Over here!" a voice called out.

It belonged to Jared, who had just finished doing a dive into the swimming pool. I quickly ran over to him, and he added, "I'm really happy you'd come to my party. Speaking of parties, you revved up for the upcoming Halloween party Denny's throwing at his place?"

"Sure am. Wonder what sort of costumes we'll be putting on." I replied.

"I was thinking about dressing like Spiderman. How about you? You wanna dress as a superhero, too?" he asked.

"I dunno; I was probably thinking about dressing up as Jason Voorhees."

"Really? That sounds pretty cool!"

"I know, right?"

We continued talking about what we planned to do next weekend, with Jared suggesting we'd go to a football game. However, I would eventually hear the sound of someone arguing.

It was somewhat inaudible, and I chose to get out of the pool, dry off, and then tell my friends, "I'll be right back. I thought I heard someone."

Jared nodded, and I would head toward a patch of trees, where the voice became a bit more audible.

"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that!"

"Oh, really? Fuck you, man!"

There were a pair of grown men (clearly older siblings of some of my friends) yelling at each other, before they began beating each other up with their fists. The man who hated the other making fun of his girlfriend had put up a decent fight, though the other was far more brutal with his hits.

He hit him in the face and torso several times, before he pulled out a gun from his jacket, and shot him in the head. The bullet went right through his forehead, and as he slumped to the ground, the man with the pistol would quickly flee.

My mouth had already agape in shock, before I also left the scene, quickly returning to get my stuff, while Jared and the others were asking as to what was wrong. I got back inside to change, and out of terror, was about to leave the house when I heard my mother ask, "What's wrong, honey?"

"I wanna go home." I replied.

"But...we just got here some time ago, and-"

"I just wanna go home!"

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When my family and I returned home, with my parents reluctantly having no other choice, I retreated to my room. I laid right on the bed on my back, staring into the ceiling, the memory of that man being shot outside Jared's house haunting me.

It was there that I realized that going to parties was pretty much moot for me, and I would not only avoid going to parties, but also began avoiding my friends, too. Even when they tried asking me as to what was wrong, I flat out ignored them.

That lingering memory would stay with me as I grew older, becoming a bit of a recluse as I refused to get into contact with my now former friends. It would all lead to a boiling point, when I bought a hockey mask and a large knife, ultimately beginning the life and infamy of the Party Hard Killer.

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(Darius's POV, continued)

I sighed as I stared up at the night sky, having briefly found refuge in a rundown amusement park known as Fireland. Reflecting on my past memories, as well as the ones I had during my 'career' as a serial killer, I was eventually ready to move out and find a place to take refuge in.

Then, from out of nowhere, I began hearing the sound of people talking and what not. This prompted me to get up and take a look around. To my delight, it was clear a bunch of drug-addled party-goers had just broken into the park and started up another random act of debauchery.

Leaving the dilapidated ferris wheel, I began searching for any traces of people looking to get their heads cut off. I would eventually discover a guy busy replacing the now discontinued food and drinks that were served long ago with new stuff. Namely, alcohol and drugs, as well as food they brought along with them.

Sneaking into the booth, I yelled, "Boo!" Just as he was about to freak out, I smashed his head into one of the old containers that contained rotten soda, before picking up a shard of glass from said container.

I then stab both his eyes with the shard, before following it up by sticking into the base of his throat, and leaving it there. I jump out, and looked around, until I saw a forklift that was probably used to construct something new to replace Fireland.

Getting inside, I revved up the engine and off I went. Hearing the sound of people singing, I drove towards the location of where it came from. It was none other than a bunch of people singing karaoke together, but I could care less.

Still driving, I would run into a guy who was on his way in getting some beer, when I wound up running him over. Leaving a bloody trail behind, I saw another one turning around and yelling at me to leave.

Getting out of the forklift, I took out the pool stick that had brought with me besides my knife, and impaled him right on the forklift. Leaving him to die, I made my way into the crowd and quickly climbed onto the stage.

The man singing on stage barely had enough time to notice me, when I grabbed the microphone from his hands and struck him upside the head with it. With him unconscious, I pulled out the knife and severed his head, prompting everyone to scream as they ran out.

The only person remaining was a woman standing there in genuine fear. She was scared shitless of me so much, that it looked like she was begging to have me do her in. Or she'd probably faint...who knows?

But what I didn't expect, was that she said, "I just called the cops! Soon, they'll get you!"

Aw, crap.

Just kidding.

I jumped off the stage, and charged towards her, swiftly stabbing her in the heart a few times, before she dropped dead before me.

The cops can kiss my ass, I thought to myself as I would begin to leave Fireland in a flash. Surely, the police will be baffled as to how I've got away again.

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(Katie's POV)

A small box was delivered to the porch, which caused me to awaken from bed and get dressed. I look over at Wannabe, who was naked and spread eagle, snoring loudly. A grin appeared on my face, before I exited the room and headed outside.

Quickly taking the box, I got back inside and opened it. My mouth gaped in amazement as I discovered that it was a ruby necklace, which also included the word 'Baby'. Putting it on, I knew for certain that it was from Darius, but before I could daydream about him, I had something else to deal with.

Returning to the bedroom, I walked towards Wannabe and whispered in his ear, "Good morning, Bart."

Wannabe nearly jolted himself up, looking over at me. "Oh...good morning to you too, Katie. Say, where'd you get that necklace?"

"Oh, it's from Darius. He was nice enough to possibly steal some money to buy this number." I replied. "Now hurry up and get dressed. It's time to go after some fresh meat."

He nodded, before jumping out of bed and beginning to put his clothes back on, as well as his paper bag. I continued, "My next target is the grandson of the founder of Apione, Inc. as well as the next heir. Not only was he born with a silver spoon in his mouth...but he'll also die with a silver spoon in his mouth."

A small smirk rose to my face as I looked at him, now fully dressed. "It's about time you'll bear witness to some of my work." I added with a wink.

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Coming soon: Katie invades Apione, Inc. while Darius takes on the North Cape Hotel.

With love for my fans,

Chrissy