They ran like beetles, scuttling away.
"Get him, Ally!" Cole yelled.
"On it!"
Ally sprinted forward, arms pumping at her sides at a rapid pace. She reached down into her pockets and pulled out a throwing knife. The teenager picked the closest target and threw, watching the knife hit its mark. The man fell, blood seeping from his leg like a river. Jogging over to him, Ally kicked him in the face to knock him out.
Cole was a couple meters ahead of her, tackling another middle-aged man. But the man got stayed tall as if he were one boulder and flipped Cole over his shoulder and made the other teenager land on his back, the loud crack! ringing like a bell throughout the yard.
"Cole!" Ally yelled, forgetting all about the guy she had taken down.
She grabbed another knife and without even looking threw it, the loud thump the only sign she had hit her target.
"Cole, man, you gotta stay with me. C'mon Cole, you gotta go back for Jenna, remember? You two were going on a date tonight. C'mon Cole, don't leave her. Don't leave me."
"T-Tell her t-that I love h-her," and with that Cole Davis left the world permanently.
"Cole. Cole! Wake up, Cole. Wake up!"
But no words, actions, or bargains could bring the dead back to life.
Ally dumped the body into the bed of her truck and drove it to King's house. Unable to form words, she just pointed to where the corpse lay. Everyone in the gang understood what had happened.
One of their one had died.
Kerosene flowed through her veins and Cole's death had lit the match. Now she was a raging fire that couldn't be controlled. She got back in her truck and drove to the yard, where both men were still unconscious. She loaded her gun and the snap! awoke the murder of Cole.
"Please, don't kill me! I have a family!"
Ally took out her silver lighter, the only decent thing her asshole of a father had left her, and lit her cigarette, blowing the smoke into both of their faces.
"Cole had a family, too."
Taking one last whiff, Ally aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
Blood exploded everywhere and she barely noticed. The sharp sting of pennies filled the air as if it were a radioactive poison. The other man trembled in utter terror, lips wobbling, eyes pooling with tears, fingers shaking, spit spilling from his mouth in long drips.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
Anger and grief clouded her judgement and Ally aimed the gun at him next. He barely had time to cry out before she pulled the trigger yet again.
"He had a family, too."
She didn't bother to clean up the bodies, instead choosing to leave them there for the cops to find. She hopped into her truck and drove aimlessly.
Ally didn't need to see the other's grief right now. Now it was only her, Jenna, and King. They were the only remaining people left of their gang. And yes, they may be the only gang in Beacon Hills, but they were still dangerous. But never had they murdered before.
Except for Ally.
She'd killed before and wasn't afraid to do it some more.
The thought made it feel permanent.
Alice Cat was officially a serial killer.
Ally Cat was permanently a murder.
An hour later, a man drew a gun on her shoulder. Smoke floated above the barrel and faded into her skin. Then he wrote on her neck "permanently" in small cursive print.
Once a killer, always a killer.