Small Town Terror

By Lia Star

Disclaimer: All characters are my creation, and if anyone wants to use them, please ask first. I'll have no problem with it, but just ask first. I hope that you enjoy.

Hello there. My name’s.....wait a minute. I think that I’ll let you figure it out for yourself. Can’t give away everything now, can I? Maybe you’ve seen some of my work? Want me to list them? Ok. I’d be glad to! I’m proud of my work. But first I’ll tell you the reason why I do what I do. It brings me a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I can have power over others if I so wish. I know that may seem strange, but I guess you could call me strange. Why I work, is to improve my sense of stealth, my overall sense of thought, I guess you could say. But enough of that. I’ll get to the “jobs” I’ve completed.

My first one, my maiden voyage you could say, was Nancy Myers. I wasn’t so proud of that job. It was kinda messy. I didn’t like all the blood, although it was a nice crimson color. And the knife I used was rather nice. It was a nice sacrificial dagger. Early 16th century I believe. I stole it from a museum in Ontario. It took thirteen stabs before she finally stopped squirming. I think that was the best part of it. I love to see them squirm, watch them beg for their lives, ask why I betrayed them. She was my friend, or so she thought. I never did like her.

My second job, was, of course, a lot more cleaner. I wouldn’t have done that job, if Nancy’s sister, Cassie Myers, hadn’t stuck her nose into what wasn’t her business. She was getting too close, so, of course, I had to delete her. But I am proud of that one. She lasted a while before she stopped squirming. Bet you’re wondering how I done her in, right? One word. Hanging. I was lucky. Her neck didn’t snap when she dropped, so I had quite a show to watch. She turned quite a lovely shade of blue, then purple. I liked the blue better. My favorite color. I bought the rope out of town, of course. It wasn’t that coarse type of rope. Nothing but the best for my little family. I had a special rope, lined with satin, shipped from China to a different town. I picked it up there of course. I couldn’t have it delivered to the town I live in, possibly incriminating me, now can I?

My third job, now there was a job to remember! I really didn’t want to kill that one. But, oh, did he tempt my skills. That, and he was one of the finest samples of man I had ever seen. His name, you ask? Jace Carter. Cousin to Chastity Carter. It was such a shame to get rid of him. He was on the high school swim team. I often went to the swim meets, to scout for new jobs, so you can’t blame me for noticing him. Him in his tight swim briefs, all wet. But to tell you the truth, he wasn’t my type. Swimmers are nice, but I prefer basketball players. Anyway, I’ll just tell you how I done him in. Bet you can’t guess! The one thing most people wouldn’t think of, is a swimmer drowning. But that’s how he was done in. Drowned. I made a little bet with him. How long could he stay in a covered pool, before he wanted out. Of course, I had to get him a little drunk, but that was no problem. When he finally realized that I wasn’t going to let him back up, boy did he squirm! I can tell you now, he sobered up quick enough. Though I don’t think that it did him any good. That job was too much trouble. I think that it’d be a while before I tried to do in a guy again.

My fourth job. Abigail - Gaby - Brenton. I had her over for dinner one night. That seems normal, doesn’t it. And it would have been, except for the rat poison in her lasagna. It was effective. Nice and slow. I can tell you, she moaned, cried and squirmed in agony. I’d say that it was about six hours before she finally died. The longest ever! That made me proud. I would have used it again, but that is one of my mottos. Never use the same method twice. I even have a list. I’d say there are about fifteen or twenty ways to get rid of a person on it now. I add more when they come to me.

My fifth job. That one took a lot of stealth and cunning. I had to sneak into the zoo, three towns over, and steal about twenty rattler snakes. Then I had to get them to my place, without anyone finding out about them. After that, I had to go and dig a pit, big enough for someone to fall into and not get out of, but small enough to not be seen easily. Plus it had to be in an open area, where it would be found. I’d say that it took me about a week to dig the pit. Then I got the rattlers put into the pit. Finally it was time to do the job. Her name was Margaret - Maggie - Quinn. I got her to go for a walk with me, and when we got to the pit, pushed her in. It was a joy to watch, her screaming in agony. It was over in minutes. By the time she was dead, she had been bitten around a few dozen times by the poisonous snakes.

That’s the only jobs that have been completed so far. But then again, I only started my work about four months ago. That is, for this town anyway. I’ve got a list of how many jobs I’ve completed stashed somewhere, but I won’t bother you with that. I plan on only doing another three more jobs in this town, before I move onto my next area. I’ve been thinking about having the next two jobs coincide. I already have the last three people marked. All girls. I’ll let you see if you can guess them before the job is done.

Anyway, I hope you have fun guessing. I’ll talk to you later.

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“So far, there have been five killings in the last four months. Police have no leads on who the killer is, nor do they have any evidence. It is a total mystery to everyone. There doesn’t appear to be any connection between the deaths. It seems that we may have a random killer on our hands. In international news....” The tv was suddenly shut off, startling the people that were watching it.

“Why are you listening to that rookie reporter, Hunter, for? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” Stephanie Benton exclaimed, looking at the people gathered around.

“Ma’am! Trent knows what he’s talking about. Everything he’s said, is right. We have no leads in the killings, we have no evidence that is of any consequence, and we have no knowledge of any apparent connections between the murder victims.” Mark stated, with agreeing nods from both Theo and Trinity.

Theodore James was one of the three small town police officers, and Trinity Quick was the secretary that worked part time at the station. Mark Christianson was the rookie officer, and Stephanie Benton was the officer that had been on the force the longest. The force had only been set up about three years ago, when there was a rape in the area.

“Well, we need to be thinking about where the killer might hit next. Not agreeing with Trent Hunter about a incompetence! Now, do any of you have any idea?” Stephanie demanded, slapping the folder containing the information on the case down onto her desk.

“Well, each killing has taken place about a month after the previous one, except for the first one. If we go by that, then the next murder should take place in about two days. So we should keep our eyes open for any strange behavior from anyone in the town, no matter who it is.” Mark stated, skimming through his own notes.

“Hmm. Yeah. I want a patrol put on the high school, since all but one victim came from there. That’s all that we can do for now, since we have no other leads.” Stephanie said, standing.

“I’ll get on that right away,” Mark said, standing quickly and grabbing his jacket on his way out the door.

“While you’re at it, pay attention to your job! That means, not Dominique Freeman! Leave her alone!” Theo called after him as he left.

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“Can you believe the nerve of that girl!? I mean, insulting me is bad enough, but insulting the squad honor is going too far! Who do she think she is, saying that the entire squad was made up of nothing but sluts and whores?” Dominique Freeman exclaimed as she walked along with Laurel Winters. The both of them were in their cheerleading outfits. They were a pale green and pale blue, the colors of their school.

“I agree with you there. Just because we wouldn’t let her on the squad because she was my cousin, doesn’t mean she can go around saying those things about us!” Laurel exclaimed softly, frowning at the thought of her cousins actions.

Dominique Freeman was about 5'5, with long, dark brown hair and light green eyes, supplied by tinted contacts. She fit her tiny cheerleading outfit perfectly, with the soft cotton hugging her perfect curves. Her boyfriend was the rookie officer of Bayville Police, Mark Christianson. Laurel Winters was about 5'4, with long, glossy, curly black hair, held in a high pony tail, and deep blue eyes. She, too, fit her tiny cheerleading outfit to perfection. She was currently single.

“To think that we were actually considering letting her on the squad! Well the bitch just blew her chance! She’ll never be a cheerleader in this town! Never!” Dominique exclaimed angrily.

“I’ll make sure of that myself. And when the other girls get wind of this, they’re going to blow a gasket! I can tell you now, they’ll get her back for it!” Laurel cried, equally angered.

“Not if I get to her first!” Dominique cried.

“Well, looks like you’re about to get your chance. There she is.” Laurel said, amusement evident in her voice as she pointed ahead of her. “But before you do anything, don’t get yourself hurt. You’re one of the best in the squad.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Time for some fun!” Cracking her knuckles, she grinned maliciously, striding towards Laurel’s cousin, Denise Winters.

“Hey! Bitch! What is it that you said about our squad!? Why don’t you say it to my face! Or are you too chicken!?” Dominique shouted, her voice carrying over the noise in the hallways, causing everyone to stop talking and stare at first Dominique and Laurel, the at Denise.

“You talking to me? You want to know what I said about the squad? Sure. I’ll tell you! Everyone on the squad, are sluts and whores! You wanna make something of it!?” Denise spat, glaring hatefully at both Laurel and Dominique.

“Oh, I’m gonna make something of it, alright! I’m gonna make you regret ever saying anything about our squad! You messed with the wrong cheerleader, bitch!” Dominique growled.

“I’m so scared!” Denise rolled her eyes and faked a yawn, drawing several startled gasps from the onlookers. No one had ever dared to piss off any of the cheerleaders, since it was a well known fact that each of them, or at least the senior member of the group took martial arts, and that Dominique and Laurel were black belts.

“That’s it! You’re going down!” Dominique shouted, lunging for Denise.

She was stopped by two strong arms going around her waist. Just as she was about to knock out the person that was trying to stop the fight, a voice said, “What’s going on here? Who started this?”

Turning around, Dominique saw her boyfriend, Mark, and started to exclaim, “Mark! Do you know what she said about the squad!? She called all of us sluts and whores! Are you going to let her get away with that?!”

Glancing at Dominique, then at Laurel for conformation to the words, Mark questioned, “Is that so?”

Nodding her head a little, Dominique snuggled into Marks arms, sniffling, and nodded her head, saying, “Yeah! And she said she was going to take you away from me! You wouldn’t let her do that, would you?!”

“It’s ok honey. I’m staying with you. And Denise had better watch what she says about you and the squad. Otherwise she’ll not be getting out of those parking and speeding tickets when I see her again!” Mark said, glaring at Denise, before leading Dominique away, Laurel at his and Dominique’s side.

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That bitch! Oh! I knew I should have killed her first. But no, I had to go for the other one. Oh well, looks as if I’ve found my next target. And I think that I’ll throw in that little friend of her’s too. It’ll serve her right, what I have in store for her. I think that I’ll like it. As usual, I won’t make it messy. Can’t have that. As I’ve probably already mentioned, blood is a bitch to get out of clothing.

Oh well. Have you figured out who I am yet? I bet that you must at least have a clue, don’t you? Please tell me that at least. But if you don’t, oh well. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later. I have to go and plan for the next job I’ve just assigned myself. Catch ya later!

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“That little bitch! How can she say that? Especially about the cheerleading squad? They’ve done so much for this school, brought so much money and after school programs to the school. I don’t understand why she would say that!” Michelle exclaimed hotly.

Michelle Gray was one of the popular students. Not as popular as the cheerleaders, but more so than Denise and her crowd. She was a little short, standing at 5'4 with long, chestnut hair, with deep brown eyes to match. She was a nice person, to a certain extent. You never knew what she was going to say next, especially if someone insulted someone, or something, she liked. And she happened to like what the cheerleaders were doing for their school. Michelle was a backup for the junior members of the cheerleaders, in case one of them broke something. Or something along those lines. She had totally agreed with Laurel and Dominique’s decision not to let Denise on the squad. In fact, everyone on the squad had agreed that she shouldn’t have been aloud on the squad. It had been an unanimous decision.

“Although I agree with you that Denise shouldn’t have said what she said, I don’t think you should call her what you did. I mean, she did try hard to get on the squad, even if it didn’t do her any good in the end. I understand why she’d be upset, although she had no reason to go around saying those things about the members of the squad.” Chastity stated softly, her eyes showing her silent determination to get her point across to her friend.

Chastity Carter, was 5'3 ½, with long, dark brown hair, and dark blue eyes. She was really into sports, and was an avid church goer. Tragedy had hit her life, in the past few months, taking three of her cousins, Nancy Myers, Cassie Myers, and Jace Carter. The three of them, along with two others, had been murdered, and not a shred of evidence had been left behind to identify the killer. Ever since the killings had started, she had become more quiet than normal, speaking only to her close friends, and rarely to anyone else. Her entire family had been distraught, not to mention furious that the killer hadn’t been caught yet. Since so many of their family had been murdered, Chastity’s parents were extremely overprotective of Chastity and her two sisters.

“Fine! But I still think she shouldn’t have said that, especially about her own cousin! I mean, Laurel Winters is one of the nicest people I’ve ever known. So is Dominique Freeman, even if she is a little bitchy. That’s another thing I can’t quite understand. How did such a quiet person like Laurel, become friends with a loud person like Dominique? The only time I’ve heard Laurel raise her voice in any way, has been when she’s cheering. It’s weird!” Michelle stated.

Rolling her eyes at her friends fast change of topic, Chastity answered softly, “I don’t know how they became friends, but they do say that opposites attract. One is quiet and the other loud. Maybe it was destined that they become best friends. I don’t know. But I do know that they are really good friends, and I’m happy that they found such a good friendship with each other.”

Grinning, Michelle glanced at Chastity, exclaiming, “Chas! You’re happy for anyone who has friends! And if they don’t have friends, you make it your mission to become their friend! You’re too kind for your own good!”

Blushing slightly, Chastity smiled back at her friend and said lightly, “Hey! It worked with you, didn’t it?”

Frowning thoughtfully, Michelle questioned, “That was an insult, wasn’t it?”

Smiling wider, Chastity tried to look innocent, while saying, “Maybe.”

Groaning lightly, Michelle rolled her eyes, exclaiming, “That was uncalled for, Chas! You know it was!”

Smiling, Chastity giggled, saying, “Sorry.”

Shrugging, Michelle grinned and said, “ That’s cool! You’re right anyway.”

Glancing at her watch, Michelle gasped, and exclaimed, “Damn! We’re going to be late for the movie! We gotta get going! It starts at seven thirty! It’s ten after now! Come on!”

Grabbing their coats, they ran down the street, heading for the bus stop.

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Stalking through the door, Denise tossed her shoes into the closet and ran up the stairs, motioning for her best friend, Melissa Quinn, to follow her. As she neared her bedroom door, she called back over her shoulder, “Mom! I’m home! Melissa’s with me too! Can you bring us up some chips or something? Thanks!”

Opening her bedroom door, she pulled Melissa in, and slammed it shut, exclaiming, “Did you hear what that slut said to me! I mean, look at her! God! I’m gonna get that Dominique Freeman one of these days! That stupid cousin of mine too.”

“I heard! And I didn’t like it one bit! She doesn’t have any right to try and attack us for saying things that she can’t prove we said!” Melissa cried hotly.

“I know! Sometimes, I wish that she was murdered, along with the rest of the people who were killed.” Glancing around, Denise frowned darkly, and muttered, “Where the hell is the food I asked for!?”

Just then, the door opened, and Katerina Winters entered, her hands filled with the food her daughter had asked for. Smiling at Denise and Melissa, she set the tray with the chips and pop onto the desk and asked, “Is there anything else you want dear?”

Rolling her eyes, Denise frowned slightly, saying, “No mother. That’s all for now. Bye.”

Smiling at her daughter and Melissa again, Katerina left the room, closing the door silently behind her.

As soon as the door had closed, Denise rolled her eyes, and said sarcastically, “I sometimes wonder if she has a life!”

Giggling, Melissa nodded understandingly, saying, “I’m think that about my mom too, sometimes.”

Nodding, Denise took a sip of her pop and said seriously, “On to more important business. How can I get Mark Christianson for myself? The last plan didn’t work!”

“Hmm. Well, maybe we could do like before? She’d just die of embarrassment!”

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“So what do you think? You wanna go to the pool tomorrow?” Dominique asked, bending forward to apply a sparkly silver nail polish to her toenails.

Looking up from her own nails, Laurel smiled softly and nodded, saying, “That sounds like a good idea. Are you going to get Mark to come along?”

Frowning slightly, Dominique questioned, “Do you think that it’s a good idea to interrupt his work? I thought he said he was going to be working.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that. So it’s just a girls day tomorrow. Cool!” Dominique exclaimed.

Rolling her eyes slightly with amusement, Laurel shook her head and replied, “Yeah. It’s just a girls day tomorrow.” Putting the cover back on the pale blue nail polish she was using, she tilted her head and asked, “Would you pass me the pale green nail polish? I want to do my toenails.”

“Sure.” Picking up the nail polish, Dominique handed it to Laurel with a grin. “I still don’t know why you insist on wearing light blues and light greens. Just because those are the school colors, doesn’t mean you can’t wear other colors. Why don’t you try silver or something sometime? Hell, even pale pink would be a change!”

Frowning slightly, Laurel chided softly, “You know pink doesn’t look good on me. Besides, I don’t like the color. Pale or otherwise.”

Rolling her eyes, Dominique grinned and said, “Yeah, I know. But still, why not a darker color?”

Shaking her head, Laurel opened the pale green polish and began to paint her toenails, as she said, “No. I don’t like dark colors. They’re too messy and hard to get off.”

Nodding, Dominique said, “I agree with you there. So, what suit are you going to wear tomorrow? I was thinking about my two piece one. You know it. The blue one with the dark green outline. Remember?”

“I remember it. You wore it during the car wash we had last summer to raise money for new cheerleading outfits. I like it. I was thinking about wearing one I had made for me a few months ago. It’s light blue, with a light green dolphin on the top. It’s a tankini,” Laurel said, smiling softly.

“Sounds cute.” Dominique commented.

Giggling softly, Laurel replied, “It is. Expensive too. I paid nearly a hundred to get it made. But it was worth it. I’ll show it to you later.”

“Ok. Cool.” Dominique replied, grinning.

“Are we going to go early tomorrow, get there before anyone else?” Laurel questioned as she put the cap back on the bottle of polish.

“You bet!” Dominique exclaimed.

“Then we had better go to sleep now then. We gotta get up early tomorrow anyway.” Laurel said with a giggle.

“Alright. Let’s sleep.”

Reaching out, Laurel turned off the lamp, and slid down the bed, mumbling, “Good night.”

Sliding down in her own bed, Dominique replied, “Good night.”

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“Well, well, well! What have we here? Two bitches going for a swim?” a voice said scathingly.

“What do you want, bitch?” Denise demanded.

Looking at both Denise and Melissa for a moment, she grinned and slowly advanced, saying, “Oh, nothing much.” Holding up a baseball bat, she hit both Denise and Melissa in the head, knocking them unconscious. Grinning, she said lightly, “I just want your death.”

Rolling her eyes, her friend exclaimed softly, “You always were a little over dramatic with the jobs we’ve done. Why is that?”

Grinning at her friend, she said, “I don’t really know, Sasha. I just like our work.”

Giggling, Sasha replied, “Yeah, well don’t get too attached. I’ve decided we’ll only do one more job here. When we move, we’re switching back to normal kills. Too hard to think of clean ones. Okay Lynette?”

“Sure, sure. I trust you have a way to kill these two dimwits?” Lynette questioned.

“Of course. We put them in one of the saunas, and lock them in. Then we turn the heat up as far as it’ll go, about 400 degrees Celsius. They’ll die from the intense heat after about half an hour, less if we turn on the water.”

“Cool. Well lets get them in one of the saunas before they decide to wake up. I don’t want to have to hit them with the bat again. My bother would kill me if he knew I had the bat,” Lynette said, amusement at the thought that her brother could kill her in her voice.

“Fine. You grab Melissa and I’ll grab Denise. The saunas are in this hall, just a bit further down.” Sasha ordered, grabbing Denise’s arms and pulling her down the hall.

Laying the bat on the floor, Lynette grabbed Melissa’s arms and pulled, saying, “Man! Melissa should have went on a diet! Too late now!”

When the tried the first saunas door, it was locked. When they got to the second, they noticed that the sauna was on really low. Motioning for Lynette to stay silent, Sasha slowly cracked the door open a centimeter. As they listened, they heard a moan, followed by a familiar voice gasping out, “Oh God! More! Please!”

Turning to Lynette, Sasha mouthed, shocked, “Craig Myers?!”

Nodding slightly, Lynette motioned for Sasha to be quiet as she heard the other voice. She couldn’t really say she was all that shocked or surprised to hear who it was.

“Anything for you, my love.” Alexander Quick replied softly, sounding out of breath.

Closing the door silently, Sasha turned to Lynette with a grin. “I always knew something was going on between those two! I think that it’s sweet.”

“Yeah. If they ever decide to come out, while we’re still here, I’ll be the first in line to congratulate them on having the guts to be together. I’d admire them for it,” Lynette responded, dragging Melissa further down the hall to the next sauna door.

Trying the door, they found it unlocked, and found that it wasn’t being used. Nodding, Sasha said, “We’ll use this one. Pull Melissa in.”

Nodding, Lynette pulled Melissa into the sauna and Sasha pulled Denise in. Glancing at one of the water taps, Lynette dropped Melissa to the floor and went and turned on the hot water. Looking at Sasha who had just finished laying Denise down next to Melissa, she said, “Let’s get out of here and turn up the heat. I trust you got the key so we could lock the door?”

“I got it. I snuck in last night, “Sasha replied.

“Good. Let’s get out of here,” Lynette said, going out the door.

Following her, Sasha shut the door, locking it. Turning to the dial next to the door, she cranked it up all the way, which was about 350 to 400 degrees. Turning to look at Lynette, Sasha said, “Let’s get out of here before anyone sees us. And we gotta be quiet. We’re just lucky that the saunas are sound proof. Otherwise, when Denise and Melissa woke up, which they’re bound to, their screams would alert anyone near by and we’d be headed for jail. Also, it’s lucky for Alex and Craig that they’re sound proof.”

Grinning, Lynette exclaimed softly, “You bet! Anyway, we’d better go. We’ll meet up later, to discuss our last job.”

Rolling her eyes, Sasha giggled. Smiling, she said, “One more job here. I can’t believe it. It seems like only yesterday that our work began. I’m going to miss this town when we move. Oh well. I don’t suppose that it can be helped. Let’s go.”

Looking around cautiously, the two girls walked at a fast pace down the hall.

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“I can’t believe that there wasn’t anyone here when we got here, other than the desk clerk. It was so nice of him to let us in. Don’t you think Dominique?” Laurel questioned softly, her voice happy.

Rolling her eyes, Dominique grinned at Laurel, and said, “Yeah. It was nice of him. But he also said he’d let two guys from the swim team in also. Alex Quick and Craig Myers I believe he said. Aren’t they also on the basketball team?”

Nodding, Laurel said, “Yeah. They are on the basketball team. They’re actually very good. Good swimmers too. I heard that next year, one of them is expected to make captain of the basketball team. Craig’s already the captain of the swim team. I wonder who’ll make captain of the basketball team? Both of them are good enough. Practically the best.”

“That’s true. Out of the years we’ve been in high school, those two are some of the best I’ve seen. I think that Alex will make captain for the basketball team though. He seems a little better. He’s really good,” Dominique said, her voice critical, even though she was saying something good about the guy.

Coming to the pool door, they pushed it open and walked into the pool area, stripping down to their swimsuits and leaving their over clothing back away from the edge of the pool. Going to the far end of the pool, Laurel climbed to the high dive board, about 6 feet above the water and walked out to the edge of the board. Glancing at Dominique, she smiled, causing Dominique to roll her eyes in amusement. Closing her eyes, Laurel bounced slightly, to try out the board. Taking one step back, she took a running step forward and dived off the board into the ten feet deep water below, preforming a perfect dive.

As she surfaced, she saw Dominique wave her over. Nodding, she dived back in under and swam towards the edge of the pool, surfacing with a slight splash, just missing getting Dominique wet. Raising a questioning brow, she waited for her friend to speak.

“You’re not on the swim team why? You’d certainly boost our scores. A guaranteed win!” Dominique exclaimed, laughing.

Rolling her eyes, Laurel exclaimed softly, “I refuse to wear one of those swim caps! They’re hideous! Even if they do come in pale greens and blues! I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of them.”

Sitting down on the side of the pool, Dominique pushed herself into the water, saying, “You and your weird blue and green colors. I like them, but I’d get sick of wearing them day after day. I don’t think that you have anything in your wardrobe that doesn’t have blues and greens in it.”

“So what? They’re my favorite colors. Blue is actually, but green complements it so beautifully. Who am I to argue with color matches?” Laurel questioned, an amused look in her eyes.

Shaking her head, she sighed with obvious amusement and annoyance. Glancing at Laurel, Dominique asked, “Do you have any idea how weird you are?”

Glaring playfully at Dominique, Laurel returned, “Do you have any idea how bitchy you are?”

“Oh! Below the belt!” Dominique moaned out. She grinned, bowing slightly, “I’ve taught you well, my student. I’ve taught you well. You are ready for the outside world.”

They managed to look at each other for a few seconds before collapsing in laughter, almost drowning themselves a few times in the process. When they calmed down, Dominique asked with a grin, “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”

Tilting her head thoughtfully, Laurel said quietly, “I was figuring on asking you over again, to watch the news with me. I wanted to see if there was anything else found out about the murders that have taken place lately. I’m worried. Not about myself, but for my cousin. I know she’s a bitch and everything, but still, she’s family. I wouldn’t want her to end up dead.”

“Sure I’ll stay over. Nothing better to do at home. My sister is having friends over for the night. I don’t really want to be there with a bunch of midgets running around. Too annoying,” Dominique said, with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Cool.” Glancing at her watch, Laurel saw that they had been at the pool for almost two hours. “We had better get going. I wanted to get some shopping in. There’s supposed to be a great sale at the mall. Like 50 off everything. I can get twice what I usually get on weekends. Besides, I want to get that blue shirt that they have. It’s got frills on the arms. I think you saw it when you went with me last. Remember it?”

“Yeah I remember it. I thought that it would look nice on you. Not on me. I don’t like blues that much. I’ll wear it on the cheerleading outfit, but only because it’s a school color,” Dominique said, getting out of the pool and picking up her towel, tying it around her waist.

Following Dominique out of the pool, Laurel grabbed her own towel and tied it around her waist. Tilting her head, she rang out her hair saying, “Well, let’s get going. We can stop at my place and change out of our suits. Besides, I need to grab my wallet.”

“Ok. Let’s go.” Dominique grabbed her stuff and walked out, Laurel following her at a slow pace, still ringing out her hair, her bag over her shoulder.

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Walking into the house, Dominique exclaimed, “Can you believe the sales that they had!? It was unbelievable!”

Nodding happily, Laurel softly exclaimed, “Yeah! And I got my blue shirt. I didn’t think that it would be there.”

Rolling her eyes, Dominique exclaimed, laughing, “Laurel, you know that no one would buy something blue without you looking at it first. If you didn’t get first pick on the blue clothing, you’d have a fit, not to mention having it out for the person who took the blue clothing!”

Blushing slightly, Laurel exclaimed slightly, “I would not!”

Raising an amused brow, Dominique chuckled and asked, “Oh? What about that incident about six months ago? Remember the blue sun dress? Remember how you acted when you found out Denise had gotten it first? She had blue hair for a month!”

Blushing even more, Laurel muttered, “She did it just to spite me! I swear! She knows I love blue clothing and bought it out of spite!”

At this, Dominique broke into gales of laughter. It was several moments before she could catch her breath enough to say, “That’s what you said about the blue bandanna too!” With that, she collapsed yet again into gales of laughter while Laurel only frowned at her playfully.

The laughter was interrupted when Laurel’s mom came into view. When the two girls saw her face, the laughter stopped immediately. Concerned, Laurel rushed to her mother’s side and put her arm around her shoulder, demanding softly, “What’s wrong, mom? What’s happened?”

Tears streaming down her face, Katherine Winters took a shuddering breath and stated, “It’s your cousin, Denise. Her and her friend, Melissa Quinn, were found dead in one of the pools saunas. They had been locked in, and the heat turned up to 375 degrees. They died slowly, from suffocation and the intense heat.” With that said, Katherine broke into tears again, as Laurel slowly backed away from her, shocked, a pale look on her face, her eyes wide. Turning surprised and horrified eyes to her friend, Dominique, she turned and sprinted up the stairs, heading for her room as fast as her feet could carry her.

Turning worried eyes to Katherine Winters, Dominique questioned hesitantly, “Are you going to be ok?”

Nodding, Katherine gasped out, “Make sure my daughter is alright, please?”

Nodding, Dominique turned and sprinted up the stairs after Laurel, just catching the door before it was slammed in her face and locked. Pushing the door open and going into the room, Dominique saw Laurel on the bed, rocking back and forth, her shoulders shaking, her head buried in her hands. Closing the door and locking it, Dominique went and sat on the bed, pulling Laurel into her arms. She slowly rocked Laurel back and forth as she hummed softly under her voice, trying to calm her hysterical friend.

Eventually, Laurel fell asleep, leaning against Dominique. When Dominique noticed that her friend had fallen asleep, she laid her down and pulled a thin blanket over her. Getting up, Dominique began to pace, an angered and worried look on her face, making her features appear sinister.

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I can’t believe this! They weren’t supposed to find the bodies until at least this evening sometime. NOT this afternoon! Don’t they know the rules by now? You got to give a body, or bodies, at least ten hours to lay there, before finding them! How rude! Oh well, at least the bitches are dead, like they should be. Back in hell, where they belong.

So? What did you think of my latest addition to our little family? By now you should have at least some idea who I, or should I say we, might be, right? I know you probably haven’t gotten who we are yet. We’re too good to leave little clues for you to figure out who we are. But I’m sure you’ll soon get it. But if not, then I guess you’ll never know, will you? You’ll just be left to wonder who completed all those wonderful jobs.

What? You think wonderful isn’t a good word for our work? I agree with you there. I think that the words divine and holy would suit. I mean, we’re only sending people to meet their true father, whether that be Satan, or God, doesn’t matter. Don’t you think? You don’t!? Well, I didn’t ask for you opinion! I’d watch it if I were you!

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“Two more bodies were found yesterday. They were found in a sauna at the Rec. Center yesterday afternoon. The bodies have been identified as Denise Winters and Melissa Quinn. They were locked in the sauna, which had been turned up to 358 degrees Celsius. When their bodies were found, they had numerous burns covering their bodies, along with contusions on the side of their heads. It appears that they were knocked out with a heavy blunt object, then dragged to the sauna and left to die. This appears to be the work of the Bayville killer. We’ll have more news on this story later on in the program,” Trent Hunter, reporter, said, before the television was shut off.

“Now do you know why we need to find more evidence!! Good Lord! We haven’t got one shred of evidence as to who the killer is! And now the killer’s upped his killings to two people at a time! We need to figure this out before the next killing! Do you understand me!?” Stephanie Benton yelled, her face flushed from agitation and anger.

Hesitantly, the police secretary, Trinity, raised her voice so Stephanie could hear her from where she sat at the front desk. “Umm, boss? You might want to read this! I don’t think you’re going to like it!”

Yelling out her frustration, Stephanie stormed to the front desk. Slamming her hands onto the top of the desk, she growled out, “WHAT!?”

Gulping slightly, Trinity handed her a envelope with a shaking hand, being careful to only put her fingers on the edge. On the front of the envelope, was two things. ‘To the Police’ and ‘From the Killers’. Gulping again, Trinity said, “Its from the killers. There’s two of them, not one.”

Growling, Stephanie took the letter carefully and opened it. Pulling out the letter, she unfolded it and read it out loud.

“‘To the Police.

We’ll make this short. It seems like you’re having trouble finding out who we are. But it seems like you’ve figured out when we’ll strike. On that we congratulate you. Oh, and in case you hadn’t figured it out before, there are two of us, not one, like that stupid reporter, Trent Hunter, says. But you know what? We doubt that you’ll figure out who we are. And if you do, it’ll probably be too late for our final victim. By the way, we’ll tell you when our next ‘job’ is going to be. It’ll be one week from when you get this letter. We already have the subject picked out and everything. If you’ll do your research, you’ll find other incidents, in other towns, where things similar to what has happened here have happened. You’ll also notice that the last kill, is always the same. I guess we’ll leave you to that then. By the way, what’s your favorite kind of dagger? Ours is the ceremonial dagger.

The Bayville Killers.

P.s: Don’t bother to run a finger print test on this letter. It was handled while wearing plastic gloves.’”

“GOD! Why can’t we catch a break!?” Stephanie yelled.

Turning to Mark, who had walked up behind her and was reading the letter, she growled and demanded, “Take the letter to the forensics and get it examined for finger prints and anything else you can find! I don’t care if it’s the slightest of information! I want it! Got that!?”

Nodding, Mark carefully put the letter and envelope into a plastic bag, and put the bag into his coat pocket. Looking at Stephanie, he said, “I’ll be back in a few hours. I’ll stay down there and report whatever it is that they find.”

Nodding, Stephanie sighed and snapped, “Hurry up then! And don’t dawdle!”

Nodding, Mark ran from the police station and got in his car and went to the forensics lab.

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Such a darling man, that Mark Christianson is. Always willing to follow orders. Especially if those orders are given by someone he cares about or is above him in some way. So easy to manipulate. But you have to remember to be careful at all times. Men are so unpredictable when they are provoked. You have to make the orders seem like requests. That is so easy for us to do, especially since we have Lynette.

Lynette is the “brazen” one of our twosome, I guess you could say. She’s the one that has all the enthusiasm for our jobs. At least, she’s the one that actually shows it all the time. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have any enthusiasm for our work. Far from it. But I’m the one that picks and chooses our subjects, so I have to remain calm and cool. I gave Lynette the job of choosing the way we completed the jobs, because usually the jobs are really messy, and she has such an...... “elaborate” imagination. She’s also a tiny bit stronger than me, so she takes care of knocking out our subjects if that needs to be done. But like I said before, we share and share alike.

I bet you’re wondering about me by now, aren’t you? Well, you know that I’m called Sasha. I won’t tell you my first or last names. Can’t give away too much now, can I? Anyway, I am always calm and collected. I never lose my firm control on my emotions, because I usually lose all my sanity with it. What? You think I’m not sane as it is? That’s a laugh! Seriously! What gives you the right to judge me!? I’m only doing what I was chosen to do! And Lynette got wrapped up in this about four years ago because I was told that she would be a good helper. Who told me, you ask? Why God, who else? He’s the one that leads me to my subjects! It isn’t a random choice you know! They have to be carefully examined and then, God gives me a signal when I examine the correct one.

I’ve already gotten the signal for our next subject. I understand completely why she’s been chosen. She would make a lovely Angel for our Lord. Who is the subject, you ask? Well, I guess that I could let you in on it. Her name’s Michelle Gray. She was recently taken into custody because she was thought to be one of us! That, I found extremely funny! As a matter of fact, so did Lynette! But everyone found out soon enough that they were wrong, when we completed another job. Let me tell you, Michelle was extremely pissed at the police! That was funny to watch too.

Michelle is the last job that we are going to be completing here, which means that she will be special. The last jobs are always chosen for their beauty, both inside and out. They are the ones that will become the highest of Angels for our Lord. They are destined to become Guardian Angels and Warrior Angels, whichever suits them best. Most of the ones we have sent “home”, have become Warrior Angels, and only about three or four of them have become Guardian Angels. I am extremely proud of the final jobs we complete before we move on, because I know what they are destined for, and I am happy for them.

I’ll let you get back to watching for the next job. But first I have a single question for you. Have you figured out who we are yet? I bet that you haven’t.

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“Do you mean to tell me, that you saw Mark Christianson - rookie officer of the Bayville Police, a guy that doesn’t have a mark on his record - removing DNA evidence from the letter that was passed into us from the killers?! Did you stop him before he had a chance to completely destroy the evidence?” Stephanie questioned in hushed tones.

Nodding, the forensics officer smiled grimly, and said, “Yes. I was able to stop him, and because of it, I was able to get DNA evidence on one of the killers.”

Eyes wide, Stephanie nodded excitedly, asking, “You did!? That’s great! Now, maybe, we’ll be able to stop these two before they make their next kill! And just in time too. The next kill is supposed to occur tomorrow.”

Nodding, the forensic officer said, “I know.” Handing Stephanie a plain brown envelope, he said, “Here is an extensive portfolio on the killer that we have knowledge of. All the things they do, their hangouts, and things like that. I hope that you find it to be of some help.”

Nodding, Stephanie smiled and said, “I’m sure that it’ll be of some help. Thank you for your help.”

Turning to go, he said, “Anytime. I lost a loved one about a year ago to a murder that was similar to the ones that have been happening here. Same time frame and everything. I’m guessing that it’s the same people, because the same thing has happened in a few other towns also. I was glad to be of some help.”

Smiling sympathetically, Stephanie said, “I’m sorry for your loss. But these people will soon be brought to justice, if I have anything to do about it.”

“Thank you ma’am. I appreciate it.” With that said, he turned and left the room, leaving behind a glad chief of police.

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It was the night that the next murder was supposed to take place, and Stephanie knew exactly where to be to catch the killers. All she had to do, was wait until midnight, the same time that the other final killings in the other towns had taken place. She was at the site where the killing was supposed to take place. She had followed the killer that she had DNA evidence against to the site earlier in the day. She had seen them deposit the items that they would supposedly need in a wooden box near a willow tree a few feet from where she sat. But before the killer had left, she had placed the items she had brought into a silver dish of water and prayed, confusing Stephanie.

When she had finally left, Stephanie had been left to wonder what the killer had been doing, and wondering who the next victim would be. But her wait was over. Within the next few minutes, they should arrive at the site. Stephanie just prayed that she would be quick enough to stop the killers before they were able to kill again.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard voices, one of which happened to belong to one of the killers, the one she knew about. Stretching, she watched as four people came into view. Three of the people were walking, two, the shorter ones, wearing pure white ceremonial robes, while the third, taller of the three, carried the fourth member of the group bound over his shoulders.

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed when she saw that the tallest of the group was none other than Mark Christianson himself. Cursing underneath her breath, she glared at him, before switching her gaze to the other two. Brows furrowing in confusion, Stephanie wondered why they were dressed up like they were monks or something like monks. All she knew, was that they were dressed up like religious figures.

She watched as they went to the tree with the box underneath it, and heard one of them order Mark to tie the girl, who she now saw was Michelle Gray, to the tree, arms and legs spread. After Michelle was tied to the tree, she listened as they began to talk.

“Oh Mighty Lord in Heaven! We bring you another addition to your ranks. She has been chosen to your liking, and I know that this one will serve you well. I, Sasha, humbly ask for your blessing before we begin the ritual of cleansing!”

Stephanie was shocked when she saw the two figures push their white hoods back to reveal their faces. She had known one of them, but she had never expected that the other killer would be her!

Raising her hands, Lynette echoed Sasha, “I, Lynette, your humble servant, beseech your wisdom in this ritual that has become our life’s work! Please guide our hands!”

The both of them stood in silence for a few moments, Mark on his knees a few feet from them, head bowed, and Stephanie sitting still as she could the tree, trying not to let them see her.

When they finally raised their heads, they both had wide smiles on their faces. Turning to face each other, they nodded, and said in unison, “He has spoken. His Will Be Done!”

Going to their knees, they both reached into the wooden box before them and pulled out an object. Sasha pulled out a silver bowl, along with holy water, while Lynette pulled out a silver and gold cross.

Standing, Lynette walked to Michelle and began to touch the gold and silver cross to her body, chanting, “Please My Lord, Cleanse Your Next Angel!”

Pulling out a silk cloth, Sasha poured the hold water into the silver bowl and stood. Walking to Michelle, she dipped the silk into the holy water and began to wash Michelle’s feet, hands, and face, chanting, “Please my Lord, cleanse Your Angel with this holy liquid!”

After about an hour of this, they stopped, Michelle finally awake and her eyes wide in confusion and fright. Going back to the wooden box, they replaced the items that they had taken out. Glancing at each other briefly, they kneeled and prayed again for a few moments, before pulling two silver and gold ceremonial daggers out of the wooden box and going to stand in front of Michelle yet again. Not even looking at each other, they began to cut at Michelle’s clothing, until she was left in nothing but her underclothing, while Michelle had began to cry silently with fright, thinking that it would do no good to scream.

They went back to the wooden box and replaced the daggers, taking out several dozen white silk scarves. Going back to Michelle, they began to tie the scarves around her body to resemble a flowing silk dress, everything important being covered yet again. Finally looking at each other yet again, Lynette and Sasha reach out and held hands, reaching out their free hands and taking hold of Michelle’s hands, despite the struggle she put up. All they said, was, “Let us pray.”

They bowed their heads, and began to pray yet again, while Michelle just looked on in terror, confusion and shock, still trying to free her hands. Her hands were released a few moments later, when Sasha and Lynette let go and returned to the wooden box. Kneeling, they reached into the box, and this time pulled out a tiny silver cross on a silver chain, along with a wreath of flowers.

Going yet again to Michelle, Lynette fastened the chain about her neck so that the cross rested just above her heart, and Sasha placed the wreath of flowers atop her head. Stepping back, they smiled and said, “You are ready for the Lord.”

Looking at each other, they reached into their cloaks and withdrew two black and silver daggers, both ceremonial. Raising their hands, they prepared to plunge the daggers into Michelle’s chest, when suddenly two shots rang out, and both Sasha’s and Lynette’s eyes widened, as blood began to seep from their chests. Dropping the daggers, she looked at their chests, then at each other and smiled, before dropping to the ground, dead from the direct shots to their hearts.

Jumping from her perch in the tree, Stephanie aimed her gun at Mark, who had shot to his feet when he had heard the shots, and went to untie Michelle, who was sobbing in joy at not being killed. Struggling to untie Michelle, she said, “It’s ok. It’s all over now. They’re dead.”

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“We interrupt this broadcast for important news! Laurel Sasha Winters and Dominique Lynette Freeman, the Bayville Killers, were killed yesterday by the Chief of Police, Stephanie Benton. Their accomplice, Mark Christianson, was arrested and his trial will be held in three days.”

The End

A/N: I hope that you all liked this story. I worked hard on it, but its a little older than the other one I have posted. This one's been laying around my room on a disk for about a year or two. I re-read it though, and I still like it, so I thought that I'd post it for everyone here to read, or for those who care to take the time to read it. Please, let me know what you think in a review. All are welcome.