"Hey Lilly," Devon walked up to Lilly who was sitting quietly on the edge of the concrete border around Geraldine Highschool's beautiful garden.

The real pride and joy of a small town highschool like this one. Lilly remembered it's garden courtyard so vividly. The trees that were well kept to irrational perfection. The beautiful brick pathways between the buildings, each leading toward their respective doors. The way the courtyard seemed to have its very own ecosystem, separated from the rest of the world. Like a fairy land. Perfectly still and unchanged in the walls that guarded it. Nothing could touch such a place like this. That's why Lilly loved it. It was her safe place, all through highschool. It was the only place she truly felt like herself. And the fact no one ever came out there was a plus, as well. So seeing Devon out here, months after raping her in this very location, pissed Lilly off more than she could possibly describe. This was her haven. Devon smudged it. Devon didn't deserve to be able to enter such a place.

Devon limped slowly up to Lilly and sat down next to her. He wasn't sure what to expect from a conversation like the one he was about to have, but he was set on having it. He felt like he owed Lilly that much. He sighed, uncertain of his next action. Afraid that Lilly might just rip his dick off and finish the job if he said the wrong thing. He cleared his throat and looked her way. He scanned the side of her face, as she wasn't looking at him, noticing the bruise around the edge of her cheek. A bruise that he definitely didn't remember seeing. But it wasn't his buisness. Not that he would mind hearing about it, not that Lilly talked anyway. He decided to ignore it and just say his piece. "I'm sorry about my mom. She's never really... I don't know... givin a shit, I guess." He looked up into the air, not trying to see anything in particular, just trying to keep his body preoccupied and ignore the anxiety building up in his chest. "About people. Or anything really. She's just a greedy... old bat. Which I hate to say, cause she's my mom, but... the truth is what it is." He looked over at Lilly, who continued to ignore his existence. But he knew she was listening. "But I'm not one to judge, really. I guess I got her greed, too. I mean, I took something from you that... well, it wasn't mine to take. And you showed that to me by taking something away from me. Something I can never get back, just like you." He raised his hand to touch her shoulder, but decided that wasn't the best idea. After what he had done, he didn't get to touch her anymore. That sucked to think about. It hurt to think about, but it was true. "I don't... I don't have anyway of apologising to you for what I did, because it was probably one of the worst things you can do to another person. But I do know that, you gave me something that you could only give me. A second chance. And... Lilly, I promise. I'm gonna be a better man. I'm gonna be better than my mother, better than myself. I'm gonna be a good person. I'm... I'm gonna be the man you should've went to prom with. And you're not just a little mute, Lilly. You're so much more than that. The things I said... the things I did..." He paused. "Thank you for showing me who I was... the only way I would listen." He smiled at Lilly, but she didn't look back at him. He sighed, stood up, nodded to himself and limped his way back into school using the brick path he came out with.

"You're such a dick." Lilly spat as he left her.

Devon stopped in his tracks and spun around ever so slowly, trying not to disturb his ever so tender netherregion. "What?"

"I said your a DICK!" She shot her face in his direction, her face beat red with anger that she had been holding down the whole time. "How dare you walk out to this spot and APOLOGIZE TO ME? THIS IS MY PLACE! THIS IS MINE!"

"Lilly I-"

"NO! It's MY TURN to talk! The little mute wants to say a few things to you!" Lilly slid off the ledge and landed harshly on the brick path. "You say your sorry like it means something. You say sorry like my world isn't constantly falling apart and you just added to the distruction! You say sorry like there's something to apologise for! Well there's not!

Devon crossed his eyebrows, "But-"

"SHUT UP!" Lilly marched over to him and shoved her finger in his face. "You can't apologise for something like that. You did it, it's done, the action was made. IT'S DONE!" A tear threatened to fall from her eye, but Lilly refused to show her weakness. "And I didn't pop your testicals to teach you a lesson! I POPPED YOUR TESTICALS TO SEE YOU SUFFER! I just wanted to watch you break! I wanted to watch you CRY! LIKE I DID!" But Lilly didn't cry.

At least, she didn't think she did. It was so long ago, she could have. It would have made since to, but really none of this was really how it happened. Lilly pictured it like this because she was curiouse to how a human would have reacted. When Devon appologised, Lilly didn't actually say a word to him, he just kind of... left. And she never saw him again. He got transfered to some other school or he moved or, according to Alonzo, he died. But Lilly never really cared or noticed much.

She remembered talking to O'haggorty about it. She remembered crying when he talked to her. The trips to get a treat after school every now and then, the compassion that he showed that no one else ever did. But, to be honest, Lilly didn't even remember if any of that had happened. Most of Lilly's life seemed to be like that anymore, just a series of events that could have happened, but she wasn't quite sure. She knew she had met Sam, but how was much more of an issue. She remembered the pool, her mother being a killer just like her... Was that true? Was that some sort of coping mechanism? Was Lilly crazy? Well, yes. That's more than obviouse, but was she making things up in her head.

Benny wasn't real and it took her a long time to overcome that truth. What else was fake? Was she real? And if so, who was she? Did her exsistence have a purpose? And if so, what was it? Why was she alive?

Sam found it odd how Lilly stood absolutly still on the middle of a train bridge just stairing off into, well, who knows what? Hopefully not directly at the sun. Sam argued with himself on whether or not he should tap on her shoulder. When Lilly got like this, Sam found it best to give her a moment to reconnect with reality. He never knew exactly what was on her mind, but he knew whatever it was, it must have been intriuging. Sam didn't want to be a bother by any means, but, being on train tracks and all, he decided to help her land back on earth. He leaned over to her and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. He thought that maybe the loving approach might be the best approach.

After a few moments of nothing happening, Lilly blinked the thoughts away from her mind and blushed slightly at the residual feeling of Sam's lips on her cheek. She smiled and touched the tips of her fingers to her cheek. She turned to face him and giggled a little.

Sam smirked. "W-what?"

She grinned toothily and gripped the neck of his shirt suddenly, pulling him into a very sexually charged kiss that Sam was not expecting and then pulled away just as fast.

Now it was Sam's turn to blush like a school girl. "Lilly! We're running away from Assassins! You can't do stuff like that right now!"

She bit her lip seductivly and raised her hands above her head with a stretch pushing her breasts out and tightening the shirt around them. Sam's eye shot wide and he quickly looked away. Lilly broke into a laugh and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his face as many times as she could in whatever spots that were visible and then rested her head on his shoulder.

Sam didn't understand Lilly when she was like this. She feared nothing. Well, she did kill 5 people whith only a knife to get them out of that bathroom in the first place, so maybe she had reasons for not being afraid. Still, she couldn't kill everyone in their path. Even if she wanted to, which she did. Sam had seen her hit list. He was amazed she even knew as many people as she did in the first place. The list took up multiple journals and was sectioned into reasons and ways of murder. Sam had eventually found his name, but it was in the very back of the book on a page called "All Good," which could have meant she wasn't going to kill him and he was on the no no list, OR it meant he was all good to go. It scared him that he would probably never know which.

Lilly released Sam and continued along the track.

Sam followed behind her and sighed. Maybe he would never fully understand Lilly, not that anyone could. But he loved her. And maybe that was enough.

Maybe.

Sam stopped suddenly disturbed by his thoughts. It had been awhile since he had felt resistence to Lilly like that. He wasn't sure what it meant. Maybe it was simply stress from the day as it had been a rough one, but maybe there was something more

Lilly looked over the edge of the bridge and watched as the waves caressed the steep pillars that held their lives in its arms. Lilly wondered what strength it would take the waves to crack he bridges concrete structer and send Sam and herself plummeting to their deaths in an incredible swoop of destruction. Lilly thought these thoughts as they brought strange amounts of confort to her. Death had always done that for her. It allowed her to truely feel the weight of the world in her own way. Knowing there was an end to her time on earth meant that she would eventually get what she deserved. And that idea alone, the idea of karma, it made her feel like she had a purpose. She was a force of nature, as all things were. You see, that was the difference between Lilly and most psychopaths like herself, she wasn't a narcisist. She knew she was no better than anyone else and she never felt like she needed to prove that. Yes, she got to have anything she wanted. She'd do whatever was on her mind without thought of concequence, but it wasn't because she believed she was entitled to everything, no, it was because, she truely did not care. All things would happen whether they were right or wrong, she just happened to get what she wanted. But eventually, that wouldn't be the case. Like her mother, eventually karma would catch up. That was just a peice of life. Like her brother once said, "Shut the hell up!" What was the point of speaking when eventually there'd be nothing left to say.

Lilly examened the distance between herself and the water, letting the wind from the waves message her face. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of vertigo set in. The feeling of falling was always something she enjoyed. Not that she was suicidal at all, just that sometimes standing was exsauhsting.

"Lilly, you stopped again." Sam interupted.

"I just need to stop a moment, Sam." She replied unexpectedly. She only really said anything when she felt incredibly angry which was very rare, so this was uncommon. But if she said it, it must have been important to her. Sam shut up and walked up next to her. He wrapped his arm around her and looked down at the waves, too, not sure what exactly he was looking at. Maybe things were weird right now, maybe Sam was not totally sure of the world around him, but the one thing he was sure of, out of everything, he loved Lilly.

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Alonzo sat in a cold empty room, twiddling his thumbs, anxious. But what for? He was the bringer of terror after all, Alonzo had nothing to be afraid of, people were afraid of HIM! Or they used to be. Nowadays, Zachery had moved him to an accounting position. After the dark web had gotten a bit more popular over the years, Alonzo's Carnival of Horror became more and more irrelivent, people were on to the next best thing. Let's Play Chess was the biggest Red Room nowadays, all themes around board games. Alonzo found that the card game episode was the most personally insulting episode in particular. They had quickly torn him and his show apart in one evening, all dressing like him and showing the truth behind all his magic tricks. It was humiliating. After that, he fell out of the public eye and into the trash can that was irrelivancy. He had become a gimmick. Besides that, his show was also a bit too expensive. Welcome to The Funhouse did the same work at less than half the cost and even brought in more money than the Carnival. Alonzo found the whole mess to be quite embarrasing. His name was still known, especially for his nation wide terrorist attacks, but even more famous were the people who died because of them. There was a huge memorial in Columbus Ohio at the spot of the CPD bombing, where every person lost because of him had their names written up in gold plated writing. But where was his name? Nowhere to be seen. He was lost in history as the weird spanish magician that killed some people. How pathetic? Nowadays people were talking about the Legend of Uncle Steve. The Real Life Boogeyman. Alonzo should have had that title. He should have been that killer! Instead, he was just Alonzo the Great. The name he had givin himself. It was like the dad who buys himself a Number One Dad mug. It wasn't a real acheivement, and it felt meaningless.

So here Alonzo was, back to Carlos Hernandez. His hair cut short and normal, his scars all fixed with plastic surgery, all his cards, burned with the rest of his weapons to get rid of the evidence. And his pole? Probably in some trash heap somewhere. His whole secret layer had been filled with concret anyways, so it wasn't like the pole had a place to stay, either way, he still missed it. Now the only evidence that he had ever exsisted was some blurry picture of him taken from a video that had been blown up with the rest of the police station in which it resided. And everyone who had seen it in full was dead. Sure there were some censored versions of it that had been shown on the news, but that wasn't the same thing. That didn't show what he truely was. He felt cheated. Like his world had been stolen from him. And the shittiest part was that Zachery didn't even seem to care. An accountant? Just cause Alonzo was good at cards, doesn't mean he was any good at numbers. And Alonzo knew that the only real reason that Zachery kept him around was because he pittied him. And that sucked. Alonzo had become a charity case. Nothing could be worse than that.

So that was why, Alonz- er- Carlos Hernandez, sat in an empty room so nervously. It just so happened that this room was the waiting room for Zachery's office. The reason it was empty? To make whoever was waiting outside as unconfortable as possible. He truely was a cruel man... And Carlos was about to meet with him about his future at the company. And when it came to firing a person, Zachery had an itchy trigger finger.

Suddenly a voice filled the room from speakers placed at each cornor of the room, at a volume that was just slightly unconfortable. "Mr. Hernandez? Zachery will see you now."

Alonzo cracked his neck and hesitantly made his way over to Zachery's door. Before he could even place his hand on the doorknob, the door shot open, revealing a large room with bare white walls and a long meeting table that looked clean. So clean in fact, Alonzo was sure that it had never been used for its intended perpouse. Maybe it was just there for intimidation, this Alonzo would never truely know, but what he did know was that Zachery was sitting at the head of it already looking directly at him.

Alonzo was sure he was about to pull the slow supervillain chair spin thing, but that wasn't what he got. No, what he got was a friendly, "Hey Carlos! How are we today!"

"I'm... I'm fine, I guess." Alonzo replied nervously.

"Oh good! Incredible news! I was worried there was an issue, but if you say things are fine then that's perfect. Well, I'll see you another time, old pal!" Zachery waved Alonzo away and began to turn away and look back out the window when Alonzo spoke up once again.

"Wait NO! I mean, um... things aren't fine, Zach." Alonzo corrected.

Zachery swivled his direction once again with his big fake smile plastard on. "Well, let's not bullshit me again, Carlos. I'm a super duper busy guy and I try to keep interuptions to a minimal as they interupt my work flow and really throw an ol' wrench in the system. I'm sure you could understand that, now couldn't you..." His smile faded for the first time that Alonzo could remember. "Shit stain."

Alonzo was genuinly thrown off with the sudden change in Zachery's normally positive demeaner. He was used to the passive aggressive insults, but not the sincerity behind them. "I- I'm sorry, sir?"

Zachery's smile popped right back on. "I'm just saying, you're a waste of space that left a perminant mark on the company that I'm forced to constantly keep hidinf behind hundreds and hundreds and HUNDREDS of roles of tape!" He laughed cheerfully. "And the fact that you would dare come to me with a problem... Well, let's just say, afte I so kindly let you live and even GAVE YOU A JOB!" His whole body seemed to shake, but the smile never left. He paused to calm himself. "It's surprising to say the least."

Alonzo wasn't exactly sure how to responed. Up until this point, he wasn't even aware Zachery was mad at him. He kept quiet, disturbed by Zachery's rage. It reminded him so much of his father. Maybe that was really what threw him off.

"So, anything else?" Zachery returned to his usual tone.

"Um... I just thought... I don't want to be an accountant." The words seemed to slip out of his mouth without him being able to stop them

"Then don't be. Is that all?"

"What does that mean?"

Zachery stood up from his chair. Alonzo coward backwards, unsure of what was about to happen. Zachery just stood there, expressionliss, empty of emotion. At least it seemed that way, at first. He tapped his left index finger on the giant table and looked out of the window at the skyscraper just accross the street from his office. Alonzo couldn't be sure, but he felt like Zachery was looking at someone in particular in the other building. His theory was quickly realised when Zachery pointed in the direction of the other building and said, "Do you see that woman over there?"

Alonzo didn't respond, afraid that he would just be reprimanded again.

"That woman has been working in that office since I was twelve years old. She couldn't have been more than 20. Some young buisness woman, just dipping her toes into the water. I remember when I was a kid and my father would bring me in here to sit with him when the baby sitter was sick, I would look out that window and I would watch her every move, no matter what it was. I thought she was some sort of angle, just absolutly gorgeous. Just, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I was completely smitten by her, and I was only twelve." Zachery walked closer to the window and gently placed his hand on it. "When I was sixteen, my father would bring me in here and teach me any knowledge that he had learned in his 36 long years of working in this office. He wanted me to get to work in the same office as him some day. Thought I'd soak in every word he had to say." Zachery chuckled. "No no, I didn't pay attention to a word that old bastard had to say. No, I'd look through this window and I'd watch her until I got too excited, then I'd excuse myself to the bathroom and think of her naked body pressed up against mine, touching me in places no one had ever touched me. And then once I had jerked off and freed my mind from my hormoned state, I'd come back to this window and repeat the process. All day, everyday. I was so infatuaited with her."

Alonzo was a little disgusted with the story, but thought it best he didn't mention it. "What does this have to do with me, sir?"

"Well, Mr. Impatiant, I'll tell you." Zachery turned to face his fellow psychopath. "You see, I've never said a word to that woman. I'm 36 years old and she's what, 42, 43? I've been watching her constantly since I was a child and I've never said anything. Do you know why?" Zachery leaned in closer, awaiting Alonzo's reply.

Alonzo looked out the window and then back to Zachery. "Um, I don't know. You're nervouse about talking to her, maybe?"

"Not at all! I've never been nervouse to talk to anyone. Talking is my best quality! That's why I didn't have to listen to my fat failure of a father. I could sweet talk my way anywhere." He raised his hands up and motioned around the office. "And obviously I was right." He chuckled. "No, I never said anything because if I ever told her of my infatuation, well, she'd look back. That's kill the whole experience! I need her to not know! That way I can stare out this window and watch her as long as I want. I can strip down, completely naked and rub myself while I watch her unbutton her shirt to free up her breasts. I can imagine tying her up and forcing myself on to her. Hearing her scream and cry, but no ones coming. No one will ever come for you darling... You're all mine. All mine. And I'm gonna bave my way with you until you bleed from every hole in your useless body." Zachery's face seemed to twitch with excitement as he looked at the woman through his window. He sighed and looked back to Alonzo. "But I could never do that for real, I never get my hands dirty. I leave that for filthy creatures like yourself."

Alonzo wasn't ever disturbed, but his boss's strange obsession with the woman was very nearly crossing that line. "Sir, I still don't understand how this relates."

"My goodness you are dense, Carlos!" Zachery howled a forced laugh. "What I'm trying to say is that sometimes the best way to get what you want is by doing nothing at all! You're an accountant! If you do your job and you do it well, you will be something better in the future." Zachery smiled.

"But-"

"NO!" Zachery shouted through his smile, his voice nearly breaking in the process. "No buts. That's the deal. That's the deal... Take it."

Alonzo felt slightly annoyed. "I deserve more, sir."

"YOU DESERVE NOTHING! YOU DISGUSTING PEICE OF PIG FEECIES!" Zachery's face turned blood read. "IF YOU DON'T EXIT MY OFFICE RIGHT NOW, I WILL RIP OFF ALL OF YOUR LIMBS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!" Zachery started storming over to Alonzo quickly, grabbing chairs and throwing them accross the room.

Alonzo realized very quickly that he had overstayed his welcome and turned to the door, opening it, and runnig out of it as quickly as he could, slamming it behind him. "Accounted it is then!" he yelled over his shoulder