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A/N: Beyond Birthday and L are in their 20's in this story…so beyond birthday sometimes poses as an innocent college student. When people think of college students, they think of youth, inexperience, weakness, so they register the fact that this college student can't be a serial killer and even the least bit harmful. And when I say "people", I mean people older…like for example: "Susanne Stone", a successful news reporter who thinks she has everyone under her thumb of organization. Etc….

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

Footsteps echo in the parking lot.

The distant chatter gets closer and closer until,

Red hair, warm honey eyes, flash before me.

"No, Jerry. No, how about you listen to me for once. I was the first person to express interest in that house, now haven't you ever heard of the saying "first come, first serve?"

Her volume increases.

A lovers spat? I continue to listen to my prey as she makes her way to her BMW.

The show is about to start.

"No! I want that house! I don't give a fuck who the hell she is! Even if she was mother fucking Teresa, I was first!"

Continuing the argument on the phone, she fumbles with her keys and gets into her car.

She then tucks her phone under her ear and puts the key in.

Fshhhhh

Fshhhhh

She hisses under her breath.

"Sonofa- Jerry, I'll call you back."

I see those warm eyes, chill with anger as she tries and tries to turn on her car successfully.

I guess it's my turn to make an appearance.

Grabbing my school bag and a stack of heavy books, I walk to my car.

The key to this situation is always making it seem like they are the ones in control the whole time.

I shift my eyes to her and we lock eye contact.

Smiling sympathetically at her situation, I open my trunk and start to shove all my belongings in.

I feel her fierce gaze on me.

Fshhhhh

Fshhhhh

Oh so she decides to try a couple more times, we both know that won't work out for her…

Too bad she isn't too bright to check under the hood of her car to realize that I have pulled out the battery wire and folded a piece of paper around the lead, then reattached it; making the car impossible to run…

I continue shoving things in with a smile on my face, oh how fun it is to play with people.

This is all for you, mon cheri.

I hear a car door slam accompanied with a grunt.

Looking at her once more, I notice her walking aimlessly; most likely thinking of what to do.

Vrrrrrrrr, she grabs her phone violently.

"WHAT! Ok wait! I'm having some issues here! OK, OK, I WILL GET THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!"

She turns off her phone and looks around angrily.

I shut my trunk and start to walk back to the front of my car.

The bait is out there.

Wait for three seconds.

One, two more steps to the door.

Two, almost there.

Three-

"Hey kid!"

Bingo…

I wipe the smile off my face and turn around.

"Me?"

Raised eyebrows? Check.

Widened eyes? Check.

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

"Well who else would I be talking to? Of course you."

I keep my hand on my door and shift my eyes around the parking lot.

"Anyways, can you please do me a huge favor and take me somewhere? My car just broke down and I really need to get somewhere quick."

I bite my lips and run my hand through my hair, pretending to contemplate.

"Hmmm"

"Please, it's really important."

I stare into those honey eyes and then sigh.

"Okay, sure, get in."

She smiles and gets into the passenger seat, setting her beige purse next to her feet.

I get into my seat and pull off my gray jacket before putting on my seat belt.

"Where to?" I say softly as I put my arm on her seat and look back to back up the car.

"Oh, I have to meet someone in South Pasadena. Is it fine if you just go to South Pasadena, and I'll tell you what to do from there?"

She mumbles as she texts someone using her blackberry.

Keeping my eyes on the road, I plan.

"Sure."

The heavy perfume she has on makes me want to gag.

My prey sighs and puts her phone in her purse, and then I feel her eyes on me.

"So what's your name kid?"

I stop at a red light and smile at her.

"Brian, how about you?"

"Susanne."

I cock an eyebrow and turn my attention to the road.

"Cool, what do you do?"

"I'm a news reporter." I can feel her arrogance stab me in the heart.

"Oh, no wonder! You did look familiar."

Oh great, did I just fuel her fire of arrogance?

"Haha, well, I am pretty famous around here…"

Don't flatter yourself…

I join her laughter.

"You're a college student?"

I roll my shoulders and smile at her.

"Yep, majoring in Criminology."

"Haha, so didn't you learn that you aren't supposed to give rides to strangers?"

I pretend to laugh nervously and see her smile brightly.

Didn't you learn that you aren't supposed to ask strangers for rides…?

"It's okay…I won't hurt you." She smiles and touches my arm.

I'm pretty sure you won't…

We fall into a deep conversation about the current events on the news and she doesn't notice that I take the wrong ramp on the freeway.

"…The police don't give us anything to give to the public"

"But don't you think, it's safer that way? If the public were to know everything, that means the killers will know everything as well. The police would be indirectly helping them."

"You're a smart kid for your age. Oh, by the way, where are we?"

She laughs at her own words.

Oh so now you ask?

"I decided to take a faster way."

"Oh? Trying to get rid of me quick huh?"

We pull into an empty highway and I accelerate a little.

"Precisely."

I keep my eyes on the road.

"What?"

I see her turn to me; her eyes reflect a small amount of fear.

Slamming the brakes quickly, I watch as her head hits the dashboard.

Her limp body slides back into her seat and I put on her seat belt for her.

She won't be waking for a while.

"Next time, put on your seat belt before you try to educate me about safety."