I'm guessing no one found Amanda's body. I don't really mind, I wouldn't never kill for attention. Just for justice. Karma is a bitch and I can't help but be karma. The days have been going by slowly but it has been pleasant. No one has been bullying my girlfriend, my life is perfect right now. Although killing was fun, it would never take over my life. I'm not insane, just a little bit of a psychopath.

After my morning class was over, I drove over to the school I work at. I was so excited to see the kids, I just couldn't wait. I walked in with a big smile. I was greeted with cheers and hugs. It felt amazing. Some of the kids were telling me about their day and weekend. They asked me about mine and I said it has been wonderful!

Everything was going great, until, someone walked in. He looked like a high school student. He was tan, with styled, short, brown hair and ocean-like, blue eyes. This kid had two silver piercings in his ears. He was also wearing a baseball uniform. I've never seen him before. One of the teachers walked up to him and they talked for a bit. I pretended like I wasn't paying attention, but I couldn't help but be curious. Soon, the teacher walked over to me, with a big smile, followed by the kid.

"Patrick, this is our new helper, Brandon."

She's such a sweet teacher but Brandon doesn't look like he wants to be here. He's expressionless, like a rebel. The high school bad boy, maybe?

I got up to shake his hand, "I'm Patrick! Pleasure to meet you!"

Brandon just looked at my hand and rolled his eyes. Rude little bastard, isn't he? The teacher decided to show him around the classroom. Once they were done, she got a phone call and had to take it outside. Brandon, slyly walked over to some of the kids who were painting.

"What's that's suppose to be?"

He questioned. Brandon had a rude tone to him and it rubbed me the wrong way. The one kid said her house and he rolled his eyes with a smirk painted on.

"A house? It looks like shit."

I quickly got up and roughly, walked over to him. With death in my eyes, I stared him down. I felt my anger raising.

"Listen, _Brandon_. These kids mean the world to me and if you dare to fuck with them, I will fuck with you."

He seemed amused and yawned on purpose, "I'm only here for community service. Too many fights at my school. I'm not scared of you."

This guy really pisses me off. I had to resist the urge and I did. I went back to building blocks with the kids. He just continued to be a prick.  What an idiot. Doesn't he know he's going to die if he keeps it up? So, after my shift, I waited and waited and waited until Brandon was done. By this this time it was about 6 pm. He walked out and went to his car. I followed slowly in my car. He stopped at a mini mart. We're in the middle of nowhere and no one's around. The cashier isn't paying any attention, so this is perfect. Brandon was getting gas and I crept up behind him. I put my hand over his mouth and dragged him off. Off the road, it's kind of like a dessert. I had already grabbed his bat out of his car. Now I'm ready to beat him to death. Brandon looked at me and panicked, he tried to get away but I whacked his legs, causing him to fall.

With a gruesome smile and evil laugh, I looked at him, "Any last words?"

He was so close to actually saying something but then I grew inpatient. I swung the bat across his face, knocking out teeth in the process. Laughing like a maniac and beating him to death.

"That's why you don't piss me off."

I said once I was finished. I pulled out my switchblade and carved a B into his stomach. I didn't really hit there, I got him in his face mostly. After that, I got in my car and drove off.

The next day, at work, the teacher was patiently waiting for Brandon. Little did she know, he would never show up. After my shift, I walked out and noticed the police. They stopped me and asked if I knew Brandon. I said I only knew him one day, didn't really talk to him. They had said that something killed him. Leaving the letter B carved in his stomach. I acted like I was scared and asked if I would be safe. The officer said yes. And of course I will be.

A couple of days later, the story surfaced. Everyone knew about Brandon, being killed with a bat and having the letter B permanently carved into his stomach. Amber was so worried and I told her not to fear because I would protect her. There's a club at the school called "Conspiracy Club." They come up with stupid theories. But this time they're dead on.

_A serial killer who kills by the alphabet._

I always hope I won't have to kill again, but someone is bad and needs to be taught a lesson. I just hope it's no one I love.

Brandon