That night Mertle continiued reading the D.I.P. book. There were parts that weren't for her, she wasn't interested in, that is, so she read the most useful information she could find.

How to use the D.I.P.?

There are three ways how to keep the D.I.P. The first one is in a jar, a bottle, etc. That way the toon will get in a physical contact with it and get burned, which means it'll die slowly and painfuly. If the toon drinks it, it'll be the same, maybe even a certain death, depends.

Which she didn't want. She wanted a certain death, but this way they'd see the liquid.

The second one is injection. You'll just have to convince the toon it's for its own good. That way it may not belive, but at least obey. Then again, the death will be even slower and more painful. The pain will not only be physical, but also mental, due to the many nightmares the toons will have.

Again, slow death. And who likes injections?

The last and maybe the best one, guns. Just like any other thing that can be used as a bullet, this is the way you can kill instantly. Then again, there's a thing even here. Just like humans have blood, toons have ink. That means, they have vessels. It's not only about vessels, though. It's about sensitive parts. You have to be careful where you shoot. If you shoot an arthery, for example, that's it, you've got it. You've caused an eternal inkloss. But if you shoot at a bone, for example, in a less sensitive spot that is, the death won't be certain, even not possible in most cases. And, of course, you have to find a way to keep them from escaping.

One more thing. When you kill a toon, you don't erase it, you kill it. Just like any other creature. If you want to erase it, you can't, because it's a living drawing.

Lastly, if you want to learn how to use the gun, or inject, here's the adress to the Toonist Comunity Centre. You also get a free D.I.P. there, we appreciate your arrival. And don't worry, D.I.P.'s not dangerous for humans.

There was an adress at the end of the text. Mertle smiled widely at that, now she could even get the free supstance. She slowly closed the book, careful not to make any noise while her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Not that she was ashamed, not at all. She did this out of pure rage and hatred. Mertle was only excited.

She slowly got off the bed and got dressed. After that, she packed all of her things, including the book of course, and started making her slow and careful way out, trying to make the least noise possible. She opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

The hall was dark, just like her evil plans. Even Mertle didn't belive herself she could turn into such a villain. Yes, she knew the word for it and what it meant. What she didn't know, was how much she hated the creatures she was going to hurt. Mertle tought it was only out of rage, that she wasn't becoming a toonist. She tought that every bad thing she had done until then and that she was about to do, was caused by her so called "daddy issues".

Mertle slowly started making her way trough the hall. She felt impatient. It seemed to her that if she kept moving this slow, she was going to get out at the crack of dawn. And she didn't want that. Then all of her efforts would fall into the water. Staying up all night plus drinking coffee, she took while no one was looking, which was not for kids her age.

Still, she made it trough in only a few minutes, shaking like an autumn leaf that was about to fall down. She was scared, it wasn't like Mertle tought she was a real villain. That was why she didn't want to be caught and blamed; for her emotions, as she tought was so. Once she got down into the main area, she started tiptoe-running, trying to get out of there as fast and quiet as possible. The long dark hall passed quickly before her eyes, swallowed and spitted her out so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Feeling like she was going to pass out, Mertle still didn't give up and looked up at the night sky as she ran. She still couldn't belive she had just done it, in the middle of the night, all alone. Something just encouraged her so much she was brave enough to do it And it's very well known what it was. Rage and hatred towards differences.

The next morning, Katie woke up to find both Mertle and all of her things gone, including the book she had stolen. Yes, Katie was the only one to know that. Her face turned pale once she saw it. She quickly got out of bed and ran to her mom. "Mother!", she shouted, her voice trembling at the edge of a breakdown. Tears flew from her eyes once she finaly saw her. "Katie! What happened, sweetie?", her mom hugged her while she cried and stuttered.

"Mertle...she...escaped..."

Her mother sighed heavily as she frowned hopelessly, "She should have. We'd trow her out anyway".