A/N: You know how I said if I ever wrote a book, it would have a dedication to all the people of Fanfiction? If I do write that book, Renny and Alexis are going to be in it, only as humans. I still don't own MI. I do own Renny. ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

"So how are you going to try to murder me? Please note, I said TRY, as in you WILL fail."

"There are so many ways to kill witches, Renny," Dave chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "Like what?"

"In the human world, during the Salem Witch Trials, accused witches would be hanged, burned…have hot pincers used on them to tear off their-,"

"Yeah, I know," I groaned, "To tear off their skin. And don't even try the hanging on me. I tried enough times when I was a teenager. I got bullied enough…"

"I'm still going to try."

"Go ahead. Shoot me in the head at close range while you're at it!"

"What?"

"Yep! Try to kill me!" This was more of an exciting test to see if I really could be killed to me. It was more of a game, really. Like that human movie, Saw. Only, I wanted to see if Dave should successfully extinguish my life flame.

"Would you like to play a game?" Dave growled, starting to walk behind me.

"I know I've heard that somewhere bef-OW!" I screamed in pain as Dave twisted one of my arms behind my back.

"How does the pain feel Renny? Hm? Like a thousand knives going through your arm?"

I started to grind my teeth together. "No!" I heard a loud snap, and he let go of my arm. It slumped to my side, unmoving. "Man…" My arm was pounding as the blood rushed through it. My shoulder and upper arm were both broken.

"That's only a taste of what you're going to get!"

Fang's P.O.V.

I decided to see if I could figure out where Randall went. I had to if I wanted to find Renny. THAT is why I was breaking into her apartment. Well, not exactly breaking into it…

I was picking the lock.

Huge difference.

I walked in the apartment and looked around. Renny's books were in and around her bookshelf, the couch had bite marks in it (from when Renny would watch her crime shows), a map of the human world on one wall, and the kitchen on the opposing side.

I looked in the kitchen and saw nothing different from the day before. I looked in the fridge and saw cupcakes. "Yay!" I cheered, grabbing a few and stuffing them in my mouth. "Holy mother of fudge!" I breathed. They were delicious! "Did Ren make these?" I let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, right. Renny can't cook or bake to save her life." I thought for a few seconds. "It was Randall then! Dang, can he bake." I burped and mumbled, "Okay, no more cupcakes…focus for Renny."

I (reluctantly) put the cupcakes away and went into Randall's room. I looked in the closet, under the sheets, and in the dresser drawers.

When I looked under the bed, I smirked and uttered, "And Bingo was him name-o!" I pulled a large box out from under the bed and put it out in front of me. I opened the box and saw pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. A lot of them were Randall and Renny from about college to now. Some of them even looked like when Randall tried to kill Boo. The rest of the pictures were either Dave and Renny or just Dave. Dave's eyes were scratched out, along with his throat and mouth.

"Jeez, Randall has problems," I mumbled, "Then again, I don't blame him. Dave was a wanker." I moved some pictures aside and saw a receipt. I picked it up and looked at it closer. It was a receipt for a plane ticket to Laugh Angeles! "He's not even in Monstropolis?!" I gasped.

Renny's P.O.V.

Dave was doing…something. I had no idea, actually. It looked like he was building a cow. Finally, I got annoyed and called to him, "So what are you doing, dork?!"

"Building a bull!" He laughed like a lunatic.

"So I was close," I smiled, "What's it for? First way to kill me?"

"Yes! It's make of iron!"

"Iron bull…iron bull… I've heard of that before," I thought for a few seconds, "Oh! It was one of the ways to torture and kill people in the human world!"

"Correct!"

"Going to put me in it and try to cook me?"

"Not necessarily 'cook'…more like burn you alive," Dave laughed.

After another half hour, Dave unlocked the chains that held me and threw me over his shoulder. I didn't care nor resist, as I knew I was going to live through all the torture he was going to put me through. He placed me inside the bull and closed the lid. After a few seconds, I felt the bull start to heat up. Then, it felt like all of my skin was on fire. I kept my mouth shut, not letting Dave have the satisfaction of making me scream.

After half an hour, the bull that made me feel like I was sitting in the middle of Hell, went back to its regular room temperature. The bull was opened up, and Dave growled, "Still alive, hmm? Not for long."

He pulled me out of the bull and threw me towards the ground. He stepped on my chest and started to stomp on me. After a minute or so, he stopped and chained me up again.

I took deep breaths and mumbled, "Bastard," at him. Dave must have heard me, because he slapped me right across my face.

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