A/N: Hello, I'm ShiloCoulter and this chapter has been written by me. Merci, greeneyedAlice91 for letting me be a part of this. I hope you like this chapter.

Dennis watched Shilo carefully. She was twitching subtly. Her muscles coiled like a cat preparing to spring at its prey. Anyone who didn't know her as well as he did would have never noticed. As they watched the Lawyer creep down the stairs from their hiding place around a corner, Shilo shivered as heat crawled up her hands. She clenched her fists to keep the fire that dwelled inside of her from coming out. As he got closer, Shilo could practically taste his scent in the air. It burned on her tongue like copper and salt. A tremor wracked the length of her body as the killer inside of her struggled to get out, yearning to snap his spine in half, tear him apart, and make him bleed.

You see, Shilo had a problem. A very unhealthy problem. She was a Sociopath and had a compulsive need to kill people. Dennis noticed that when she went more than three days without ending someone's miserable existence, she became tense and seemed to suffer awful withdraw symptoms. Murder was second nature to her and Dennis loved her for the fact that she could murder someone without feeling any ill-effects. Dennis knew that the killer instinct inside of her would win out, it was only a matter of time.

I know what you're thinking. Why hasn't she been caught? Simple, she wears formfitting black clothes, a black hoodie, black gloves, and a mask. Not to mention, she thoroughly scrubs every crime scene, getting rid of her DNA. The only thing ever left behind is one single Black Rose, earning her the nickname "The Black Rose Killer." The only thing they know is that she's female, she's tiny, and is passionate about Botany. Not a lot to go on.

The yearning inside Shilo only got worse as Ben, the Lawyer, taunted the ghosts. Especially after his "nice tits" comment to Shilo's older sister, Dana Newman, otherwise known as the Angry Princess. Yes, Shilo Coulter, the seventeen-year-old mass-murderer, was Dana Newman's baby sister, if only by mother. Ryan Kuhn, the Jackal, was Shilo's biological father, though he has no idea she's still alive. Finally, the yearning got too strong and Shilo started to walk around the corner but Dennis grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall and pushed his body up against hers. She hissed angrily at him but he didn't relent. He knew she was no threat to him, only to the Lawyer.

"You have to wait for him to trigger the house."

Shilo didn't have to wait long. Less than two minutes later, the house started to shift, signaling the beginning of what was going to be a very eventful night. Dennis let Shilo go and watched as she crept forward. He followed slowly, trying not to get too close. You see, when Shilo goes hulk on somebody, she sets the standard for not-to-be-fucked-with. What can I say? It's like art.

Shilo stopped moving when she was right in the Lawyer's path. He stopped when he saw her. He was shocked. She was a tiny thing. Probably not even out of High School yet.

"Well, hello there."

He didn't know how she got here, but he was gonna have some fun with her. Too bad no on actually knew the Black Rose Killers real name and appearance or Ben Moss probably would have never made the fatal mistake of taunting her sister. As soon as he got close, Shilo grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the glass. All the ghosts watched in amazement at this small girl's strength. Horace believed that this tiny thing might actually be able to beat him in the strength department. She moved gracefully, almost like a swan. Dancing as she beat the hell out of the Lawyer. Dana's cell door slid open and she walked gracefully over to her baby sister but stayed at a safe distance, black eyes shining with love.

"How sexy am I now, fucker?" Shilo asked.

Shilo kicked him across the face, using one of the pipes above her head as a holding point before landing nimbly on her feet and kicking him to the floor on his stomach.

"You whore!"

She pulled his head up before slamming it down into the floor three times. She kicked him in the side, hearing the satisfying crack of ribs breaking.

"You wanna sexy little whore!"

Shilo had both of Ben's arms in her hands pulled up behind him, one small foot pressed against the middle of his back. She lifted her foot and Ben breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she was gonna let him live. Nah, bitch, not even close. Without warning, Shilo brought her foot back down, giving his arms a quick but forceful pull. A loud crack resonated throughout the basement as Ben Moss's spine snapped completely in half. Ben let out a piercing shriek before going quiet. Shilo dropped Ben, his limp body hitting the glass floor with a soft thump. Shilo snapped her fingers and a Black Rose appeared in her hand. She put it on Ben's body.

She looked up and locked eyes with Dana. Her body was pale with slashes all over it. She remembered finding Dana's body. She launched herself at her sister. Dana practically lifted her sister off the ground before turning to Dennis. Shilo ran over and hugged him and he hugged her back, staring at Ben's body.

"Well done, my little psychopath," he said, brushing a kiss to her temple. "How are you feeling? "

"Much better," she said. "I love you, Dennis."

"I love you, too, Shi."

The two shared a kiss.

Watching from her cell, Susan, though she had no idea why, wanted to be friends, no, wanted to be sisters with this tiny girl. However, Susan didn't think that Dana would let her baby sister have a friendship with a girl like her. As her cell door opened, she looked at her reflection in the glass.

"Cheers, slut." She said to herself, untying her hands.

She was shocked, to say the least, when she stepped out of her cell and was almost tackled to the floor. She looked down to see Shilo hugging her. Almost in tears, Susan hugged her back. She wanted this girls acceptance so bad, and she was getting it. Susan had always wanted a younger sibling, but alas she had been cursed as an only child. What if Shilo started to dislike her? Susan didn't think she could take that. Rejection had always frightened her. As if sensing her fear, the girl looked up at her and gave her a shiny, straight white smile.

"Don't worry, Susy Q," Shilo said. "You and I are going to be the best of friends. I barely know you and I can already tell that you and I are going to get along just fine."

"Good," Susan said. "I'm glad."

"Me too," she said. "Now, come on, we have a little boy to find!"

Though she was tiny, and her voice was like an unplayable melody of the most beautiful type, there was an air of command under that musical clarity that said she meant business. The kind of voice said, "I'm small but I could kick the shit out of a truck driver." The kind of voice that says, "I'm in the ass-kicking business and business is good." The kind of voice that says these words plainly, "Listen to me and do what I say or I will kill you."

One thing was for sure, Shilo Alice Coulter was one tough bitch.

Less than five minutes later, Susan located the little boy. Only problem was, she also managed to scare the hell out of him. The boy was currently backing away slowly, while Susan followed lightly, holding her hands up in a gesture she hoped was calming. It evidently wasn't because he started to back up quicker.

"Don't worry," Susan pleaded. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Bobby continued to back up until he ran into something. Or judging by the way it moved, someone. He turned around to see a very beautiful teenage girl clothed in white and black with black hair that barely touched her shoulders, and the oddest blue eyes he had ever seen staring down at him. She was way prettier than Kathy. Probably because Kathy gave off those I-eat-little-children-for-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner waves, where as this girl gave off those mother-in-the-making waves. Bobby felt instantly safe with this girl around. Somehow, he knew that if he stayed with her, he'd be safe. And he couldn't be more right.

"Hello, my name is Shilo Coulter."

Bobby was amazed. Even her voice was prettier than Kathy's. It rang and shimmered like a bell, with crisp, musical clarity.

Shilo realized, that since the cops had no idea what her real identity was, then this boy wouldn't know either. Shilo snapped her fingers and a thornless Black Rose appeared in her hand. She handed it to Bobby, who took it, before looking up at her, eyes wide in shock, as he realized the significance of the flower.

"You're the Black Rose Killer?"

The kid actually sounded excited about meeting the only female Mass-Murderer.

"Yep," she said, smiling brightly showing teeth that would make a dentist cry with their straight, pearly white perfection. "That's me."

"Awesome!" Bobby exclaimed. "I'm Bobby Kriticos."

"But mums the word, you can't tell anybody I'm the Black Rose," she said. "Can I trust you with my secret, Bobby?"

Bobby nodded.

"Good boy." Shilo said. "Okay Bobby, this is Susan, my older sister Dana, and this is my boyfriend Dennis."

She introduced them all in turn.

"While Dennis and I are alive, Susan and Dana are ghosts," Shilo said. "There are ten other ghosts in this house, and more than likely we'll cross paths with them from time to time, but they won't hurt you, so I need you to be brave, okay?"

"Okay." Bobby said.

"And if you get tired and want me to carry you, just reach your arms up to me."

Bobby nodded.

"How old are you, Bobby?"

"I'm seven-years-old."

"Okay," she said. "Stay close to me."

Shilo grabbed Bobby's hand and started to walk down the hallway, the others behind her. Bobby knew that, had it been Kathy holding his hand, it would bother him, but for some reason, with Shilo, it didn't. It was probably because she reminded him so much of his mom. He may not know a lot about them, but he knew enough to know that Shilo would make a good one someday.