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“Okay Katie, I did kill Paul.” I told her.

“You seem so okay with that, why?” she asked in horror.

I sighed internally, “This is a very long story”

“I have time.” She stated.

So I began to tell my story. Where better to start than the beginning. The
first kill.

I lived in Washington at the time. I was eleven years old and not a care in
the world. My parents loved me, I was rich, good looking for my ages, and yet I
wasn’t fulfilled. I had lots of hobbies though, trying to fill the void, but nothing
satisfied me. But one day I met a kid named Paul. He lived in the other
neighborhood, the less fortunate one, I could tell. I didn’t know at the time but he
had just finished stealing from my neighbors when I saw him. He was running at
full speed even though there was no one behind him. Most of these houses were
filled with old rich guys. When he saw me he came to a screeching halt.

“Hey kid.” He said even though he wasn’t any older than me. “What’s up
wanna hang out?”

“Sure,” I said even though his frank approach left me suspicious. But as I
said there were only old rich guys around here and I wanted someone to hangout
with. “Come on in.”

I told the guard to open the gate for him. When he came in we started
walking toward the house.

“Wow this place is huge.” Paul said in awe.

“Yeah, wait till you see my room. Do you want to play video games?”

“Sure do!”

We went upstairs to my room which was a little smaller than my current

“Cool.” He said, over exaggerating the word for a full two seconds.

“Yeah I guess.” I said with the same with the same exaggeration.

“Hey can you get me some water?” he suddenly asked.

I could have just called the maid to get it, but I had a mini refrigerator in the
other room of my bedroom. I ducked into the next room to get two bottles. And I
regret that decision because if I hadn’t gone out of the room he wouldn’t have
gotten the chance to do what he did. And I wouldn’t have been in this position.

When I went back out to where I left Paul he was gone…my Swiss Army
knives with him. Even thought I was rich I never took my stuff for granted. We
helped a lot of charities so I knew how valuable things were. Besides, I was the
one who wasted my time to find those stupid knives so I should have been the one
to keep them.
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The guards would never see them under the jacket Paul was wearing. I
immediately told the maid that I was going out. I wanted to confront that kid
myself. She offered me a driver but I just waved her away and set off to find him. I
apologized for waving at her like that later though. I was just in a hurry…

“Why did you stop?” Katelyn asked, interest and impatience on her face.
She shouldn’t want to hear this.

I looked around, got up and closed the door. Then I sat back down next to
her. “This is where it gets bad.” I sighed.

She took my hands, “You can tell me.”

“Okay.” I said taking a deep breath and then I continued.

It took me about ten minutes to ride to the other neighborhood. I took the
bike I had made out of junkyard parts, for a hobby, and I wore average clothes. I
wasn’t stupid. I searched the neighborhood, going deeper until the houses began to
get smaller and the streets began to get messier. I’ve never actually been on a street
like this.

When I finally found Paul he was standing on a street corner. He had only
one of my knives with him. I stopped my bike in front of him and he just stared at
me as if he hadn’t just stolen my knives. Then he said,

“Hey kid, funny seeing you here, what are you doing on the bad side of
town?”

“I think you know what I’m doing here.” I said.

He nodded. “Yeah, well I only have one more.”

“Where’s the rest?” I gasped.

“Isn’t it obvious where they are? I sold them already. You rich ones aren’t
that smart are you? But I rate you a seven out of ten for bravery. Here’s your last
knife back. I have enough money to last me until the rest of this week.”

“And then what are you going to do.” I asked.

“I’m going to steal from some other rich kid. What else?”

I shook my head and held my hand out for the knife, eyeing him
suspiciously. He dropped it in my hand and as soon as I rapped my fingers around
it he started running the other way. Did I look dangerous with a knife in my hand
or something? Turns out it wasn’t me he was running from. I turned around to see
a huge figure standing behind me. I was still on my bike so I immediately started to
pedal. I didn’t even get two rotations in before I was knocked to the ground.

“So you’re the rich kid?” a deep, husky voice asked.

Paul had set me up. I rolled to my feet as fast as I could and started running
down the street, deeper into the horrid neighborhood because I had no choice. The
guy was blocking my way home. Unfortunately I never did track running as a
hobby. I was slow and out of breath. He caught up to me before I could even reach
the second block. I thought it was the end.

I tripped and we both fell since he was so close behind me. His crushing
weight knocked the breath from me. I gasped.

“Give me that knife kid.” He said.

He tried to get it from me but I was afraid that he would kill me with it so I
did the best I could. As I swayed my hand back and forth to prevent him from
getting the knife the case fell off of it. Then he got fed up of my charade and
punched me in the nose. I felt blood running to my lips and down my chin and
that’s when my terror forced me to thrust my knife upwards. The bully’s
movements stopped immediately and I pulled back my knife. A gush of warm
liquid sprayed onto me and I opened my eyes. He was holding his chest. I had
stabbed him directly in his heart. I pushed him off of me and stood up, looking
down on him. Tears of terror ran down my face. But I wasn’t terrified because I
killed him, I was terrified because I liked…it filled the void.

I knew I couldn’t stay near the body so I took my knife and its case and
headed back up the street to find a place to wash off. I stayed close to the little yard
trees in each yard so I could hide if anyone came my way until I found a hose.
Blood didn’t get on my hoody so I took my shirt off. After making sure that there
was no blood on me I threw on my hoody, zipped it up and started back to my
bike. As I approached my bike I heard Paul’s voice.

“Hey kid.” He said. The fact that he was so calm and friendly after setting
me up was so infuriating.

“You! You set me up! I swear that I’m going to kill you! I could have died” I
snapped.

“What?” he exclaimed “No way, I didn’t set you up. Things like that happen
here kid and it’s every man for himself. I don’t live in a perfect would like you do.
I’ve had to kill to stay alive here.”
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“Well that’s exactly what I did.”

“You killed him?” he was shocked, “you couldn’t have killed him, he’s the
most notorious bully here.”

“Yeah well I guess you’re all saved.” I said with sarcastic exaggeration
“Now I have to get home.”

Paul walked me home that day but I didn’t let him in my house this time…
we went to the basketball court.

“And that’s when you and Paul became friend?” Katelyn asked.

“Yeah.”

“And what about that guy you…killed?”

“Paul said that the cops wanted to get rid of that bully anyway and that they
blamed it on gang violence.”

“Oh. But you said you liked it.”

“I-I did…I’ve killed five people including him and Paul.” I said and her jaw
dropped but she quickly composed herself so I would continue. I didn’t bother to
tell her that it was almost six people a few months ago. But I didn’t like where this
was going, she would hate me by the end. I sighed.

“Who were the next three?” she asked sheepishly, hoping to get some more
of the story.

“No one…lets just say we killed them, got caught by a security camera and
then ended up on a website. No one actually looks at these types of website but I
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hacked it anyway .I took my name and picture out but Paul insisted that he didn’t
care.”

“The website where I found out that Paul was a murderer?” she gasped, “But
you told me that he was lying…you were lying. What about the part where you
were supposed to kill me? Was that true too?”

“Katelyn calm down…please.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. Why don’t you tell your three other victims to
calm down…oh wait…they’re dead!”

“You are not my victim.”

“Aren’t I? You know that I’m not crazy right. You can’t just say that you
like to murder people and expect me to be okay with that.”

“I don’t… you’re the one who wanted to hear the story.”

“Well sorry for wanting to know who my boyfriend really is. I was in shock
from seeing you kill someone, even if it was Paul. But now that shock has worn
off. You’ve lied to me for this whole relationship Carlisle so I’m pretty sure that
we don’t have one anymore.”

She turned to walk away and I knew she was right. Then she turned back.

“Now, tell me Carlisle, were those three victims innocent like Kira and I?”

I stared into her eyes for a moment so afraid to answer such an expected
question. But she deserved the truth from me now, I had already protected her from
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Paul and he was never coming back for her and her friend. She stared back into my
eyes seeing the answer in them.

“Yes.” I said blinking the tears from my eyes. I knew that she hated me now.
She said nothing to me. She walked out of the room but I didn’t follow. She didn’t
want to see me anymore and she shouldn’t have to. I walked over to my desk
phone and ordered an assistant to give her the keys to my Vanquish. She had her
license; she just didn’t have her car. I think that she would want to get as far away
from me as possible. A few minutes after I heard the engine to the car start and she
left.

THE END