A 5-year-old Mickey Jones stared at her parents fighting. It was normal nowadays. She thought she'd gotten over it, but she mustn't have. It was as if a bolt had loosened in her brain. She felt that bit of sanity start to drift away.

6-year-old Mickey saw the Devil with his claws on her mother's shoulder as she once again screamed at her partner. "Mommy?" Mickey squeaked.

Both parents went quiet and looked at their young daughter standing in the kitchen doorframe. Mickey's small hand came up and pointed at the Devil. "Satan is behind you, Mommy," Mickey said dryly, her expression blank, her gaze locked on the Devil who didn't seem to hear her.

Her mother turned. "Mickey sweetie, there's nothing there."

"Yes there is. Can't you feel his burning hot touch?"

"No..? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, but I think he's gonna kill you."

Mickey turned on her heel and walked away.

Settling in to Kollok was hard. But Mickey felt happy. Ever since her parents split, her father always had this feeling of life and joy around him. The Devil was no longer everywhere she looked. Well, until things went downhill again.

A Sophomore with a drinking Dad. She felt that everyone thought of her that way. As the bullying began, Mickey felt sad. But soon... soon she didn't care. 

Marcus Bennett smirked at the bruised Mickey Jones staring back at him. "I don't understand why you still come here," he spat. "What makes you think you can belong?"

Mickey's eyes went dark. "I never said I thought that," she said with no expression. "The pain feels... okay now."

"Good, so we'll keep going." Marcus whacked her in the head. "Can't wait for the day you die!"

"The fire's coming to burn you."

"What?"

"What?" Mickey tilted her head. "The flames are ticklish. I can hear everyone's screams of horror. They are a comfort to me, they are doom to everyone else. Enjoy turning to ash, Marcus Bennett."

Mickey stared up at the sky, a sick smile on her face. She took every punch Skye Hawkins gave her. "I can't wait for the sky to fall on us all."

"That's not possible," Skye said, confused. She stopped harming Mickey.

"When it does, it will crush you last, so that you go through the pain of losing everyone you love."

"Um..."

"Look up there, in the clouds. I can see... I can see the Devil. He was with my mother. I don't know why he is here now."

Skye gazed up at the sky (haha that's funny) to see only the clouds swimming in a void of blue.

Even though tears were streaming down her face, Mickey couldn't stop smiling. "All the blood..." she whispered to herself. "Look at all the blood."

She started to laugh hysterically. Her bedroom door cracked open. Her dad poked his head in. "You alright?" he asked.

Eyes wide, and with that huge grin on her face, Mickey made eye contact with him. "I've never been better, Dad. The blood... it's everywhere! Can you see it? Smell it? The sweet yet bitter smell of death?"

"You're creeping me out."

"Don't be scared Dad. I mean no harm."

Mike Jones slowly retreated from the room. 

"Marcus and Skye shouldn't have to wait to feel pain. You have a razor, you can get your hands on a gun. Go crazy."

Mickey Jones roamed the quiet streets of Kollok as time turned to 12am. Her razor in her right hand, she scanned the neighbourhood for the Bennett household. She found where she was looking for. Luckily, the sister of Marcus, Laura, had a bedroom with a window. Mickey slipped her blade into the crack of the window and opened it. Slowly and quietly, she climbed in, crept past Laura's sleeping body, and locked the door, just in case. The covers were carefully peeled off of Laura, who stirred. Mickey hesitated. Did she really want to be this person? Someone who killed people? Someone mentally unstable? Someone crazy?

After this, there was no going back.

Did Mickey want to be responsible to the death of another?

Hell yeah.

Did she want to go to Hell?

Yeah. What place did she have in Heaven anymore?

No place.

She forced the blade into Laura's neck.

As quickly as she could, as Laura's screams of pain rang out, Mickey scrambled out the window and booked it back home. Before she arrived, she dropped by a public toilet and washed her hands and her blade. Her clothes weren't really covered in too much blood, and they were black anyway, so she didn't really care. Mickey could smell the blood. She saw the Devil standing next to her. Felt his presence.

"Hi Satan!"

Mickey walked to school with her only three friends: Tibby, Billy and Em Pegg. "Did you see on the news?" Tibby asked. "Laura Bennett died."

"We don't all watch the news, you nerd," Em Pegg joked. "But I heard my parents talking about it. She was murdered."

"By who?" Mickey asked, acting like she knew nothing. Really, she knew everything. And now, she would do anything to keep herself safe. 

"Dunno." Em Pegg shrugged. "But whoever did must've had it in for the Bennetts. Apparently they were also stolen from."

Tibby's P.O.V

I bit my lip at Em mentioning the robbery. "What was stolen?" Billy asked.

"Um... wasn't it money? Jewellery, Mrs Bennett's diamond rings?" Em looked at me.

"Unfortunate that Marcus still has his dignity," Mickey frowned.

My thoughts flickered back to the diamonds and hundred-dollar bills under my bed. 

As Billy and Em Pegg continued to walk and talk, Mickey grabbed my arm and pulled me back into an alleyway. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked with a creepy smile.

"Depends," I replied.

"If what I want to tell you gets out by your mouth, then..." she giggled. "Then I guess you're dead."

My eyes widened. "I won't tell anyone! Cross my heart!"

"Good."

Mickey bit her lip, but she soon chuckled. "The death of Laura Bennett.. it was by my hands."

I blinked. "You killed someone. You're kidding," I said.

"And I know that you were the one responsible for the robbery."

"H-how..?"

"I saw you getting away. But don't worry." She booped my nose. "These are just little secrets between you and me," she whispered with a smile.

"We're... we're technically criminals?"

"Wouldn't have expected it to come from you."

"Why did you kill someone?"

"The Devil told me to. He said that Marcus and Skye shouldn't have to wait to feel pain. They hurt me. I had what I needed."

"Um..."

"Maybe one day we can go on a crime spree together." 

Mickey winked at me before continuing on her way to school.

Knowing the answers to all the "who did this to the Bennetts" questions was like a burden. I was dead if I said anything about Mickey's secret, and I wasn't going to confess what I did. So I just had to keep quiet.

I was on my way to my next class when I heard a familiar voice. I peeked around a corner to a darker part of school grounds. Mickey was staring at the wall. A huge grin was on her face as she rocked back and fourth on the ground with her knees to her chest. "We're all dead, we're all dead, Satan will rule, Satan will rule, Satan will rule, Satan will rule..." She laughed. "SATAN WILL RULE!!"

I cleared my throat. Mickey's head snapped over to look at me. Her grin remained. "When Satan comes to harm the world, he will spare me. I will convince him to spare you too."

I walked over to her and sat down. "There's... there's a reason I stole from the Bennetts."

"Is that so? Will you tell me?"

"I did it... I did it for you.."

"You... pah! For me? You... you..." Mickey was in fits of laughter. "You risked everything, just to what, impress me?!"

"Y-yes..." I mumbled.

"Well, you did it!" Mickey pecked me on the lips, causing my face to flush. "Tell me if you have any enemies. Any bullies. I'll make sure they pay. The expensive price."

Third P.O.V

Mickey knew she wasn't okay. But she liked it that way. She liked being insane. 

"Mickey," her dad said as she walked in the door after school.

"Yes, dad?" Mickey replied.

"Your Mom and sister are coming to visit. Your Mom and I want... want to try and fix things. I've told her my worries about you. They said you've been acting up at school."

"I'm fine."

"If you say so."

A sudden rush of emotion caused Mickey to start shoving her things in her room onto the floor in fits of laughter, in between of shouts of, "SATAN WILL RULE!!!" 

Mike Jones heard all of this go down. It was then he decided his daughter really needed help.

Mickey sat on the park bench, kicking her legs back and fourth, as her father sat next to her, eagerly awaiting the Jones family reunion. "I don't think hooking up with Mom is a good idea," Mickey said, her gaze locked on the blades of grass blanketing the landscape. 

"Why not?" Mike turned to his daughter.

"Because she's mean. The reason we suffer is because of how she hurt you."

"I know, and this isn't saying we will, but... we wanna try."

"Okay. Don't blame me when you get stabbed in the back."

Emily scrunched her nose up at the sight of her bruised older sister. "Ew, what happened to you?" Emily asked.

"Don't be a brat," Mickey hissed quietly.

"I'm not, you just look gross. You're covered in bruises and scratches. And where's the colour in your eyes? They look so... blegh."

"Don't tick me off."

"I'm not trying to, I just wanna ask a question. Also, Mom said that you're an insane freak, so she's obviously on my side. She said that you support Satan."

Mickey grabbed Emily by the shirt. "Mickey, put your sister down NOW!!" their mother exclaimed. 

"I don't give a flying feather about Mom, not do I give any care to you. Mom's the reason I'm like this, Kollok is the reason I'm like this. I'm stone cold. So I'd watch your mouth if I were you," Mickey warned. She held Emily up higher.

"Mickey, please," Mike stepped in.

"Don't mess up anything I have here, don't bother me, and maybe you'll get back to New York alive."

"Mikayla Jones!" her mother growled.

Mickey dropped Emily to the ground and froze. At the mention of that name, the name she dreaded hearing, she felt that feeling again, that feeling of a bit more of her sanity slipping away.

"She's hurt you and your Dad. Sure, Emily may live, but not that monster who put you through the torture of living. Screw your revenge on Skye. This woman deserves pain."

She looked at her mom with a creepy smile. "Another target has been added to the list!"