Author's note: Thanks for waiting, as always! This chapter might look a little sloppy, and it might need some fixing, though.
Getting Away With It All, Until...
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(Katie's POV)
The next afternoon, Wannabe and I were able to steal some wallets, in order to enjoy a leisurely lunch together. In order for him to not be instantly recognized, we even stole an overcoat from a very unaware civilian, and he wore it to a nearby local cafe.
Once inside, we ordered some food, and while the waiter (very unaware of our presence, despite the fact we chosen some pseudonyms) headed off, I spoke up, albeit in a very quiet voice.
"You know...there's something I wanna tell you."
Wannabe raised an eyebrow, and asked, also, in a quiet voice, so that no one could detect us talking. "Yeah?"
"Well...several years ago, I met my eventual accomplice Darius when he invaded a party that my former college pals one fateful night. I had to fake my death just so I could hang out with him, possibly for the rest of my life.
He'd continue 'crashing' parties, with me under his wing, and I became so enamored by him that I persuaded him to let me follow in his shoes. One thing led eventually led to another and - bam! - we spent some time on the beach...doing things what couples usually do.
Eventually, we clawed and scratched our way back to California, where my dad finally apprehended Darius. Only for it to blow up right in his face when he found himself killed; take a wild guess who did it?"
"Uh...was it Darius?" Bart asked.
"Nope; it was me. And from there, I became what I am today." I replied with a smile.
I expected some of the customers to be overhearing our whispers, but thankfully, they seemed to ignore them. I bet they were secretly suspicious of our presence, though, but were too chickenshit to do anything about it.
"Tonight, he'll be out on the town, and I think he's got a new accomplice, like I have. When we're done chowing down, we'll be out and about in no time." I added.
Wannabe smiled, before the waiter came back with our lunch. "Here you go; enjoy!" the waiter said with a smile.
I handed him my wallet, which had a ton of dollars inside, and as he took them out, he said, "I hope you brought me a tip, Miss Dalton."
"Of course, I have." I told him, before tipping him off.
Eventually, Wannabe and I would finish eating, before leaving the cafe to carry on our nightly 'duties'.
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(Darius's POV)
Late at night, I located what was a cross between a nightclub and a fight club, known as the Punch Club. Upon noticing some posters indicating there would a scheduled fight, I cupped my chin in thought.
"What do you think, baby bear?" Marena asked. "Do you think we should head inside and check out the match?"
"That sounds good to me...but there is a catch, and that involves plenty of blood." I replied.
"Speaking of which, didn't we steal some wallets some time ago before we came here?"
"Without a doubt." I told her, holding up two previously stolen wallets.
It wouldn't take long for a car to drive up outside, and upon exiting the vehicle, was a familiar face. She grinned as she walked up to me, and exclaimed, "Darius! It's so good to see you again!"
Katie leaned in and pulled up my mask, so that we shared a very passion-fueled kiss. This prompted Marena to smirk with delight, while the guy that was oddly dressed like me - some kind of fan, perhaps? - was stunned.
"Whoa...you guys are dating for reals? Katie WAS right!" he exclaimed.
I looked over at him and asked, "Interesting headgear there, young man. You got a name?"
He bit his lower lip, and managed to reply, "Uh...yeah, my...my name's Bart. But you can just call me Wannabe."
"Wannabe? What a coincidence, since you're dressed up in the same similar clothes like I am." I said with a grin.
"Uh, yeah...because I wanted to be like you. Killing party-goers and not giving a single flying fuck. To my surprise, I ended up meeting with Katie, and she decided that she'd have me learn the basics on what's it like to murder wealthy socialite brats."
"In fact, we're here to find Cassandra Pebbles; she's trying to become a musician, but it looks like her singing career isn't faring well. Possibly because she has the brain the size of a pea, and the ass the size of a basketball." Katie added.
"We got to spy on her without getting caught, and we ended up following her to the Punch Club. You mind if you join us?" she asked.
"Not at all; let's roll!"
Katie smiled again, before she said, "You're lucky we got stolen wallets, too."
The four of us went inside, showing the bouncer our wallets, as well as faking our identities and ages. He shrugged and said, "Just so you know, tonight's fight is still underway."
As we headed inside, I told the others, "He won't even know what we're really up to."
Soon, we found the doors leading to the fight room, and upon entry, we went in to see that the fight had just finished up, with one boxer winning over the other via a TKO. I'd then spot a woman with bleached blonde hair and green eyes outside the ring, running up to the winning boxer and giving him a hug.
"Wait here, Katie and I will take care of this." I told Marena and Wannabe.
They nodded, with me and Katie walking towards the very happy couple, while I had found some boxing gloves that were used in the match. We also made sure that we were right behind them, so that they wouldn't know what we were doing.
"HEY!" Suddenly, Marena heard a voice not so far away, and she and Wannabe turned to see it was Cassandra's brother, accompanied a friend of his.
"Are you trying to come near my sister? Don't make me wanna hurt you!" he said, cracking his knuckles.
Wannabe took his sweet-ass time to attempt punching at the guy, but was clocked several times, before hitting the ground. This prompted Marena to take her machete and chose to attack him instead, only for him to flinch right in front of her.
"Whoa, uh...I...I really wouldn't wanna hurt a gorgeous woman like you. Um..." he stammered.
She had no time for conversating with him as she slit his throat wide open, making his girlfriend scream in panic. Some of Cassandra's (mostly female) friends, who were also present, suddenly screamed as they quickly fled to call the police.
Marena was able to help Wannabe up, and he told her, "Thanks...I...I really needed some backup."
"No problem, handsome. If you're actually handsome underneath that paper bag."
The dude's friend attempted to attack them, when he suddenly felt Wannabe stab him in the groin a few times. Following that up with him grabbing him by the head, he had also cut out his tongue, making him spew blood from his mouth.
After throwing the tongue down on the floor, Wannabe and Marena would quickly flee the club, so they'd wait outside for Katie and me. It was Katie that would start first, slamming her icepick in the palm of one of Cassandra's friends, causing to shriek and get the boxer's attention.
"Is there something wr-?" he attempted to ask, before he noticed me when he turned his head.
Before he could answer, I had punched him several times in the face with the boxing gloves that I 'stole'. I even hit him several more times in the stomach, and then removed them, taking out my knife and slashing his face almost wide open.
Cassandra was still screaming, perhaps even more when she saw her boyfriend get taken out. Katie then struck her in the back of the neck with the icepick, even slashing downwards and almost cutting through her spine.
With nearly everyone out of the room and basically losing their shit while our four murders were carried out and finally concluded, I told Katie, "Follow me!"
She nodded, before we found ourselves a back door, which we then exited the club through. It wouldn't take long to find Wannabe and Marena outside, waiting for us almost anxiously.
"So, did everything go alright?" she asked Katie.
"Very well. Not to mention we got a few extra victims along the way."
"Great! Y'know, I think we should definitely be a team of serial killers, basically with different goals, such as Katie killing socialites and Darius killing party-people. What do you think?" Wannabe asked.
I cupped my chin in thought, before I replied, "I don't know...but only time will tell. For now, I've got Marena, while Katie's got you."
He shrugged, before we took off in Katie's car, and drove on out into the city.
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(Katie's POV)
When we reached the safehouse that Darius and Marena took in, we all had to chance to unwind and make plans for tomorrow night. Or maybe the night after tomorrow night, but who knows?
I was able to find a television that was able to work inside the safehouse in question, and began surfing channels. While I didn't have such luck finding something to watch, it wouldn't take long for me to find a channel that was covering something very familiar.
"Welcome back to High Crimes. Law enforcement across the country had been able to find out the identity of the man in the paper bag thanks to not only civilians, but also renowned South Genesis Mental Hospital psychiatrist Dr. Andrew Cork.
According to Cork, the man had been dressed eerily similar to the infamous Party Hard Killer. Perhaps as a means to emulate him. In fact, Cork will be sitting down with us to explain this breakthrough soon. But for now..."
"Dr. Cork? You know this guy?" I asked Wannabe.
His ears perked up at my inquiry, and replied, "Yeah, he's my shrink at South Genesis. I got committed there because I was yakking on about how Darius is my idol."
"Darius was your idol? Whoa...that's really unexpected of you to say that. I bet Darius would be absurdly touched by that statement of yours." I said with a grin.
"Definitely, allright!"
Darius had overheard us, and walked towards us as he said, "Sounds like we need to keep a low profile as always. Try and prevent ourselves from getting caught, such as stealing unsuspecting peoples's identities and what not."
"You took the words right out of my mouth, baby bear." Marena added.
"So it's settled; now it's time to scout some potential new targets." I said, before looking out the window with a confident grin.
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Coming soon: FG Chemical Labs, and the epic (or not so epic) finale at the TV Studio!
With love for my fans,
Chrissy