Their bodies hang from the ceiling, dangling by the nooses around their necks. Their entrails were swaying to and fro ever so slightly, hanging from the large incisions in their torsos. The look of horror was etched deep in their now forever frozen faces. And below them stood their killer, blending in with the horrified faces of the crowd. The mask that their killer wore was believable. Nobody would ever suspect her unless they found the knife in which she used to kill them. The rope would have no fingerprints since she used gloves. Watching her victims dangle from the ceiling, the killer felt a deep sense of pride. Her mask was well placed. Nobody could see past it. Nobody could see that beyond her mask of horror and confusion, there was a sadistic smirk, one that radiated the smug joy in which she felt from her victims' untimely demises. No longer would they hurt anyone. Ever. Again.

"...ra?" a voice called softly.

But the killer heard nothing. She heard instead the murmurs and whispers. "Who did this?" "What did they ever do to deserve this?" "Who's next?" Aah, those questions were all filled with paranoia. Something the killer found herself to be enjoying. After all, she possessed all of the answers for every question they asked. She was the one who performed the deed. The victims had been nothing more than sluts who would be willing to have sex with the teachers (young or old, man or woman, married or single, and so on and so forth) if it meant getting at least above a seventy on their report cards so their parents wouldn't ground them. The victims had also been bullies to those they deemed as less attractive than themselves. The killer was doing the entirety of human kind a favor by ridding the world of such people. As for who was next, well, that all depended on who decided to pick on others or herself.

"...vira?" the voice called again.

Again, the killer heard nothing. Instead, the killer heard the voices around her become louder in panic as one of the bodies was became free from its noose. The body fell to the floor, splattering blood everywhere. Another body soon joined it. Then another, and then another. Everyone screamed and filed out of the room haphazardly. Only two people stayed. The killer herself, and the one who had encouraged her. Looking up, she saw the male walk over to the corpses.

"Good work," he told her, rolling the bodies over so they could see their faces. "But they aren't quite beautiful enough." He looked up at her with his never blinking eyes. "Since this was your work, do I have permission to add my own little touch?" Receiving a nod, he looked down at the victims and withdrew his knife from his hoodie. He brushed some black hair out of his face before using his knife to carve beautiful smiles into the victims' cheeks. Once he was done, he pulled away with a satisfactory air about his person. "Perfect..." he whispered. He licked his blade of their blood, looking back to the killer. "But not nearly as perfect as you..."

"Elvira!"

Elvira snapped out of her daydream, blinking slightly as she looked at her friend Ivy. She saw that the brunette had a worried look in her dark green eyes. "Sorry..." she apologized softly. "I zoned out..."

"No duh," sighed Ivy. "You looked scary there for a minute..."

"I did...?"

Ivy nodded. "You had a... a crazed look in your eyes... And you were grinning like some sadistic person..." She gave her a frown. "Just what were you thinking about...?"

Elvira smiled weakly. "I don't remember..." she lied.

Ivy frowned deeply at her words, a look of hurt flashing through her eyes. She knew that the girl was lying to her, and it was apparent that it had wounded the preppy girl emotionally. "Elvira..." she said softly, as though she was trying to beg the girl for an honest answer. Unfortunately for her, the blond girl couldn't give her that. And somehow, the brunette seemed to know that. But that didn't stop her from trying. "I know you're lying to me..." She placed a hand over the blond girl's own. "Please tell me the truth..."

The blond's smile fell instantly, a dark look overcoming her features. She pulled her hand away. "I don't have to tell the truth to someone who, before a few weeks ago, didn't give a damn about me," she said lowly. For the rest of the class period, Elvira refused to talk to Ivy, despite all of the brunette's attempts. Once the bell rang, Elvira was up and out of the classroom, not wanting to speak to anyone. People had seen her dark expression and started to spread rumors quickly. Things like, "Guess her boyfriend just dumped her!" and "Good riddance. Probably didn't deserve him. Made up or not~!" caught her attention. However, she tried not to let any of it get to her.

Until one comment was made that made her patience snap like a twig.

"She probably spread her legs for him and he saw how wore out her junk was!"

Normally, comments made about her being a slut or a whore, directly said or not, wouldn't bother her. But just the idea of Jeff - who, by the way, was not her boyfriend by any means! - rejecting her just because of the condition of her genitals - which were practically in mint condition for anyone's information - was just... just... infuriating!

Elvira grabbed the boy who made the comment, dropping her stuff on the floor unceremoniously. Shoving the boy into the lockers behind him, her azure eyes narrowed dangerously in warning. "You ever spew any such pompous lie ever again, I will gut you like a fish," she growled lowly, her face against his own frightened one. She then whispered into his ear, "And that isn't a threat. It is a promise." Slamming him roughly into the lockers once more, Elvria left, leaving her things behind. She was going to go home. If she had to deal with another person spewing lies about her, she was going to quickly learn the joys of murder and bloodshed. And her victims would learn to rue the day that they learned to speak.

[xXx]

The girl had gotten lost on her way home.

She had been so blinded by her own anger that she had not been paying attention to her surroundings. And, thanks to her own stupidity, she got lost. In an unfamiliar place. The girl sighed heavily and thought to herself, I, of all people, just had to get lost today. Go. Me. She pulled out her phone, dialing her mother.

Only, her mother didn't answer.

Frowning, Elvira tried again.

Again, no answer.

Four times, the girl tried to call her mother, a panic welling up deep inside of her. What was going on? Was her mother alright? Her mother wasn't hurt was she? Elvira just couldn't live with herself if her mother got hurt... Especially if it was somehow the blond girl's fault. Biting the inside of her cheek, she shifted from foot to foot, trying one more time.

This time, someone answered the phone.

"Oh, thank goodness. Are you alright, Mom? You didn't answer-."

"Elvira..." frowned a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

It wasn't her mother.

Instead, it was Jeff the Killer.

Elvira felt everything in her just shatter. "J-Jeff...? Wh-where's my mom? She's safe, right? Sh-she's not hurt, is she?" A thought occured to her. "Y-you didn't hurt my mom, did you? Did you?!"

"No, I didn't hurt your mom..." sighed Jeff. "But you need to hurry to the hospital..."

"What happened to my mom?!"

"She was in a car accident, planning on going to pick you up from school... I guess the school had called and said that you just walked out and that they went ahead and signed you out..."

Tears welled in Elvira's eyes. She knew where this was going. She knew where this was going and she sure as Hell didn't like it in the slightest. It's my fault... If I had just stayed in the school instead of walking out... My mom... Mom... Mama... She felt her knees go weak, shaking terribly.

"She got into a bad car wreck. The doctor's have no idea if she's going to make it according to the news..." Jeff continued.

"Mama..." Elvira whispered brokenly into the phone. She couldn't move. No matter how much her mind screamed at her to go, to hurry to the hospital and be with her mother before it was too late, she couldn't move. "Mama..."

Silence met her on the other end of the line.

Elvira dropped her phone and felt her legs move on their own. She accidentally crushed her phone to bits, but at the moment, she couldn't care less. She could already see what had happened in her mind...

"She just walked out, ma'am. We went ahead and signed her out, so if it isn't too much trouble..."

"Oh, not at all... She's probably just not feeling well..." smiled Isabelle. "I'll be there soon..." Hanging up, she placed her phone back on the charger. "Alright... Elvira is probably at the school still, sitting outside and waiting for me... I can't keep her waiting forever..."

"I'm sorry, Mama..." whispered Elvira, tears pouring down her face as she ran. "I should have just stayed like a good girl... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Isabelle was about halfway to the high school, just pulling out of a stop sign when suddenly, a large pick up truck rammed her from the side, apparently missing the stop sign it was supposed to have stopped for. It was on the passanger side, thankfully, but the shattered glass hit the woman in places that could have proven to be fatal. Someone who had seen the accident quickly called the emergency hotline. It had taken hours to Isabelle for help to come. The driver of the pick up truck was arrested for attempted murder and running a stop sign. The driver was placed into an ambulance and was never seen again as the doors of the van closed and drove off. Isabelle had glass in her neck and just below her jugular, narrowly avoiding the thick vein in her throat. There was some glass in her skull as well, but the glass wasn't deep enough to puncture the brain.

"I'm coming, Mama... Please don't die..."

Isabelle was wheeled into the hospital, being raced to the emergency room. She said only one thing... One thing for them to tell her daughter... Then she passed out from the pain.