WARNINGS: death/killing

Mitch's POV
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As I was dragging Kirstin's lifeless body behind me, I heard sirens.

I dropped her hand and looked at Scott.

"If we get arrested, it's your fault." I declared as I started walking away from the scene.

"Get back here!" He yelled. "Why me?"

Picking up the short blonde's hand again, I responded. "She's your ex-girlfriend. It was also your idea."

"But you agreed to do it!" He protested.

"Scott Hoying and Mitchell Grassi, step out to where we can see you with your hands up."

Scott dropped Kirstin's current boyfriend, Jeremy, and he mouthed to me one word: run.

I dropped Kirstin's hand yet again, and yelled to the police. "I prefer to be called Mitch Grassi, but whatever floats your boat."

And we ran.

We ran to the car behind the house, got inside it, and drove away.

We were in Florida when we committed that murder, and I had an idea of who to kill next.

"Hey, Scottie?" I asked one day when we were driving in the car.

"Yes, Mitchie?" He responded, kissing my hand.

"I have an idea of who to kill, or, get revenge on, next."

"Who?"

"This jerk named Avi. He pretended to be my friend for 5 years and then turned on me in 11th grade." I explained.

"Yes. He's next." Scott smirked.

We drove from Orlando, Florida to Atlanta, Gerorgia in about 3 days, and we finally found Avi's house.

Avi lived alone. He used to love with one of his old friends, until his friend turned on him.

Karma's a bitch.

We found the perfect time of day to do the deed, and we were just about to break down his door until Avi was standing at the doorstep, coincidentally.

He looked terrified as he grabbed a bottle of pepper spray that was in his pocket and sprayed it in Scott's and my eyes.

Scott and I fell to the ground as Avi called 911, and he looked through our bag to find knives, bloody and not bloody, a couple guns, bullets, and Aspirin.

Hey, serial killers get headaches, too.

As soon as Avi was about to go back in his house, Scott picked up the gun weakly and shot Avi from the ground.

Avi collapsed and we could hear the receptionist yelling things like "Hello?" And "There's been a murder!"

Scott slowly got up and helped me up, and we wobbly ran to the car and drove away.

"Another successful murder, babe." Scott smiled at me as I kissed his cheek. 〜