With Mary Sue around, I was unable to confront Sophia about the box of matches. Mary Sue was like that child who bothered people and had too much energy. The only difference was that she was on a hunt for real world blood. And she would stop at nothing until every real worlder was dead.

Mary Sue did not care if your skin color was white, black, or in the middle. She did not care if you were straight, gay, or bisexual. She did not care if you were a male, female, or transgender. And she could care less if you were a Christian or had a religion. If you were a real worlder, which you all are, she was out to get you.

The only person who was the exception was our writer. Mary Sue loved Ash J. like a mother and would do anything for her. Now, Ash did not order her to enter the real world and murder everyone who resided, but Mary Sue somehow thought that having a planet with no good or bad real worlders was the solution to Ash's problem. What was the problem, you may ask? Keep reading this book.

I did not have even a second for a break because you-know-who was at it again. She was chatting with that lesbian couple. The ladies that offered her to go on a date with them. That was a big mistake, and I am not saying that because they were gay and Mary Sue was straight. Out of all the girls in the restaurant, they took a liking to her and just had to ask her if she would date them both.

I know that they were unaware that Mary Sue was unstable, but I wish that they gave the offer to somebody else. I...I should have spoken up for her. Then again, she would have found some way to punish them. Speaking of punishing them...

Mary Sue came to me with a look of satisfaction plastered on her face. She was satisfied? That was definitely not good. I glared at her with my eyebrows narrowed.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, Cassandra. What makes you think that I did something?" She motioned to the lesbians. "I was only talking with those women."

"I suppose that you called them names. Or kept telling them how useless they and the rest of the real worlders are."

"I did nothing of the sort. I politely declined joining them on their date and slipped a bomb into the girl's purse."

It took my brain a few seconds to process. "You what?!"

Her sinister smile grew wide. "I decided to use a bomb on them. The suspense is killing me!"

"Your bomb is going to kill them, you...ugh!"

You readers understand why this girl needs to be watched at all times?

I did a backflip and landed by the lesbians. There was no time for an explanation, so I yanked the purse off, snapping the strap, and opened it. My eyes bulged when I saw the bomb. It was counting down and on five seconds.

...five...four...three...

I took the bomb out of the purse.

...two...one...

I threw it as high as I could, and it exploded into little pieces. Thankfully, nobody was harmed, and nothing was damaged.

"Oh my stars!" the lady who owned the purse exclaimed. "How did a bomb get in my purse? It is not mine. I swear."

"Save it," I said. "I know that bomb did not belong to you. It was planted."

"Who would do such a thing?"

I handed her back the purse. "I have a hunch. More than a hunch."

I returned to my group to see that Mary Sue was gone. I was feeling a headache coming on, and my blood boiled. I would find her and put an end to her. No, I was not going to kill her. Fictional characters cannot kill other fictional characters. I was planning on tying her up with rope that would be impossible for her to break free from and send her back to the Forlot asylum where she belonged.

"She is gone again," Kathy announced what I already knew.

"I can see that," I responded. "Did anybody happen to see where she went?"

Ava pointed a finger to our left. "Mary Sue went that way. To where? That will remain a mystery."

I balled my hands into fists. "We have to find and capture her before she kills more innocent people."

"Cassandra?" Ash said. "I believe that I know where she might have run off to."

We allowed our writer to lead the way and soon were standing on the sidewalk and by a row of stores, such as pottery, games, and foods. We walked until we were at the end, and Ash introduced us to the bookstore. The bookstore was bigger than the other shops, and there was a line.

"Dang," Sophia said. "A lot of real worlders love to read."

"There are," Ash agreed. "This store does not have long lines like this one unless there is a special event."

"What is the special event?" I asked.

"Writers and creators from all over are here to sign autographs and talk with their fans. That is why I came to the real world. I was invited. How could I refuse?"

"That is amazing!" Kathy proclaimed with enthusiasm. "I wonder how many real worlders are here just to see you."

"Probably a ton. The Forlot series is interesting and does something that no other book has done."

"What would that be?" Sophia wondered.

"Uh, that is a topic for another day. Come on."

Our writer held the door open for us, and we scrambled inside. The store was packed with creators and fans. Ash told us that we would be her friends cosplaying as some of her characters. She then took her seat between two popular authors.

Too bad that this atmosphere did not last.