Locked in the gym is quite the annoyance really, the latest massacre has put poor Bennett on his toes and not to mention Arabella! Such delightful reactions they had, and to think had they all stick together, teachers and students, much of that blood bath could have been avoided.

Now inside the gym continuing with this...game has become quite the challenge, the open space making it almost impossible for someone to take a person by surprise but I like nothing if not a challenge.

Although it was not as difficult as one would imagine and it ended up being rather dull but I was not about to let that stop me.

I had my eye on her from quite sometime now and the opportunity was given to me by all this state of distress everyone seems to be on.

Marilyn Maverick, the school nurse, lovely girl but too easily excitable and therefor quite annoying. It only took a few kind words and the right amount of sympathy, now we clash against the door of the bathrooms lips pasted together and hands pawing at each others clothes.

We depart from each other long enough to make sure no one accompanies us in the room but we are lucky. She smiles at me with glazed eyes and I smirk at her one of my hands caressing her jaw, she must think my smirk is a sign of desire for she attacks my mouth again.

Her hands paw at my chest tugging my shirt lose from my pants, my own hands unbutton her lovely dark shirt, throwing it to the floor where it will later be found. We depart long enough for her to fully unbutton my own shirt quickly splaying her hands on my chest, she makes a soft noise in the back of her throat as I kiss her again, my hands joining at her back were her bra closes.

I pretend to struggle as we kiss making an impatient noise when we end the contact, I narrow my eyes a little giving her a small smile, "turn around." I tell her and watch as her pupils dilate even more, the brown in her eyes just a thin slit in the darkness of them.

She pants as she turns, holding her hair out of the way for my hands to work. The fabric is red in color, soft underneath my fingers, finally I unbuckle the fabric letting it roll down her shoulders.

I kiss her neck still holding the red fabric until it falls down her arms, my eyes stay open even as she moans at my ministrations, finally I separate my chest from her back and before she can turn I have her bra around her neck, pulling.

I can't see her eyes from the place I stand but I imagine they most be wild, her hands reach wildly in a vague attempt to find me but I'm stronger and have planned this before even talking to her today.

Her arms slowly lose force and I take the chance to grab a better hold of her closing the fabric tighter around her neck and positioning my head on top of her shoulder.

Finally her arms fall limp at her sides and her legs give up on her, she still twitches and I don't let go.

I inhale deeply enjoying the scent of arousal and fear, when my hold finally relents her body slides easily to the floor. I place her against one of the pristine walls of the bathroom, her head pillowed against one of her shoulders, her legs extended in front of her body and her arms lay motionless at the sides.

I kneel in front of her tying her bra around her neck with the same force I used to choke her minutes ago.

When I stand I arrange my clothing again taking note of the state of the place: Her shirt lays on the floor with careless abandon, her glasses lost at some point during the pretended love making can't be found. I take in her picture too: Her not so clear skin and the rest of her clothes make a contrast against the white surgical bathroom, her eyes still clouded and dark stare at nothing with the intensity only the death can manage, her breasts hang loosely touching her stomach from her sitting position, her skirt and shoes in disarray.

It is a lovely picture but not one of my favorites although I admit choking her with her own bra was rather fun and a method I will definitely have to repeat the next time I'm on a rush.

I know I am not the only killer in the campus and I know Macbeth and myself are not the only ones here, do I mind sharing my playground? Of course not he or she has proved to be quite creative and more than a little vicious, also I have found out I do not mind the company in this dark little world in which I live.

I make my way out of the bathroom, my clothes fully arranged again, now how else to pass the time?

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