 
Chapter One

Everyone had or has imaginary friends; what do yours tell you to do? Well, I'll tell you about my friends. Back in the 1980's, I was living the worthless life of an abused child, one that society doesn't care about. I was what they called poor white trash; my father was nowhere around and my mother was a whore and drug addict. Every night she would bring different men into the house, hoping to score enough money for a hit, and most of the time she would sell me to them. I was raped, beaten and molested, but she didn't care; my innocence was making her rich. Instead of the men asking for her, they'd asked for me. Yes, I tried to fight back, but the men were too strong for me. I called out for my mother, but she ignored my pleas; she sat in the room and smoked her cocaine as the men had their way with me. She never came to check on me; she didn't know if I was alive or dead before she set up another john. I begged her not to sell me anymore, but she didn't care, that cocaine was more important to her than I was.

While the men were having their way with me; I began to blackout and go into a world that I called my own. I had to step out of reality in order to keep the little bit of life I had left in me. When my mother saw that selling me was a great idea, the best thing that had ever happened to her, she continued to do it more and more. I tried to run away, but was always caught. My mother began to lock me in the old cellar; it was damp and creepy, there was no light, no windows and every day was the same as night. I was afraid, I began to scream; the dark frightened me so terribly that I would wet my pants. No matter how often I wanted to stop from going to the bathroom on myself, I couldn't. The fear was so deep; I could feel it in my bones. I begged my mother that I would do whatever she wanted, that I would be a good girl, but she never answered me; she left me in the basement for days, weeks, months.

The men would come down with a kerosene lamp and do their business with me. I got so sick of the abuse and the rapes that I began to talk to myself. I was trying to convince myself that it would be okay, that one day my mother would love me and make everything all right, but that day never came. I waited patiently; I closed my eyes and prayed for a miracle, and yet the miracle never came, it was always 'in the works'.

I sat in the corner of the dark, damp cold cellar, crying my eyes out, wanting to be set free, wanting to be back upstairs with my mother. I was so afraid that I began to make up imaginary friends, a group of people that would love and protect me, a group of friends that would never let anything happen to me. As I sat there, the first friend I created was Johnny. He was a white guy with really blonde hair; dressed like a cowboy and always toted a gun in each of his holsters. Johnny was a cool cat that always told jokes, very sarcastic ones, and smoked the hell out of some cigarettes; he loved Marlboros. Even though it was dark, I could still see the creation of my friend in my mind, and I would stare into his blue eyes, like a damsel in distress, and hope that Johnny would save me.

Then my little fantasy would be over, and I'd come back to reality. But, when the memories of the rapes and abuse got to be too much for me to handle, I'd make Johnny appear in my mind to help me, and then he'd disappear. Until one day, or night, I never could tell because I was locked in the fucking cold dark cellar, sitting there fully awake, I began to smell cigarette smoke! At first I thought I was still in my fantasy world, but I wasn't; I remembered waking myself from my fantasy. Then I got scared; could Johnny really be alive? Could I have the power to raise my thoughts from the dead? Could my fantasy come to life?

Well, it did! While sitting in the corner, I could feel the soft clouds of smoke grace my face, and from a distance I could see a red light in the background. I was afraid and began to move around in the dark, trying to make my imaginary friend go away. I covered my eyes with my hands; when suddenly I felt a soft touch pull my hair. I was so afraid to turn around; I kept my eyes closed and counted to ten, hoping that whatever I had created would go away. But it didn't; it came closer and closer, until I was forced to open my eyes.

I screamed as I saw this figment of my imagination come to life. I screamed and screamed, but no one could hear me; there was a party going on upstairs and the music was too loud. I screamed so much that I lost my voice, and Johnny just stood in the corner, smoking his cigarettes, laughing at me.

"Dude, chill out," he said.

But, I was in a state of shock; I had just been fucking scared shitless because my imagination had come to life, and this shit was scary. It took hours for me to calm down, but when I did, Johnny was still standing in the corner, only this time he was playing with his gun, twirling and spinning it around his fingers like a toy. He glowed in the dark and I got a better look at his face; he was perfect, just like I had created him, but his blue eyes glowed a faint red and that was disturbing. Nevertheless, I was happy to know that I had a friend to be with me and chase out the bad guys. Johnny pulled out a deck of old cards, I could tell that they had been used before, from the wear on the back of the cards, and in the light of his glow, we played go fish and memory match.

Johnny always let me win; he was the perfect man, he was the father I could only dream of having. He was also a great storyteller; he told me of back in the old days how he used to rob banks and could outrun the sheriff of the town, and of days spent sleeping on the open range and getting run off the land by the owners. These stories, to me, were very comforting and relaxing. For the first time in months, I was able to fall off asleep without a care in the world; for the first time I was not afraid to sleep alone, the cellar never frightened me anymore. Johnny was here to save me and protect me from all the evil men that had hurt me.

I could see him pacing the floor at night, he was talking with someone, but I couldn't see who that was. I didn't care, I was happy to have peace of mind and my own bodyguard, but I was concerned that Johnny was talking to someone or something, and whatever it was, it was a heated conversation. All I could see were Johnny's lips moving and he kept looking back over his shoulder at me. I overlooked his mischievous ways and began to drift off to sleep, for the first time in a long time I could close my eyes without the fear of finding a strange man on top of me. With Johnny there, I was completely safe, nothing could hurt me ever again. Johnny was my hero, he was always there, but seemed occupied, as if something else required his attention. But, I didn't mind, as long as I got peace and quiet.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the cellar stairs. A voice shouted out, "You little bitch, where are you? Come and play with daddy."

I quickly ran behind Johnny to protect me and he didn't let me down.

Out of the darkness, Johnny approached the john and said, "Now, that's no way to treat a young lady."

For a minute, I didn't think that the two would be able to see each other; after all, Johnny was just my imagination. But, something strange happened, they could both see each other, and the john became very afraid.

"Who the hell are you? I paid for her first," shouted the john at Johnny.

"Well, I'm her new best friend; and your worst nightmare," said Johnny.

The john pushed Johnny out of the way and headed toward me, groping my chest and private parts. Out of the blue, Johnny began to shoot his gun at the john over and over again; it seemed like Johnny was never going to stop. Finally, I went over and prevented him from putting another bullet in the john. At first, I was a little terrified, but it served that john right; I was young enough to be his daughter and he was paying my mother to sell me to him. From the glow off of Johnny, I could see the blood splatters all over the cellar walls, I could see the guy's head full of bullet holes and his eyes rolled back and facing the heavens.

For once in my life, I felt so powerful and unafraid. Johnny loved it too, he began to kiss and caress his gun; then he took his old handkerchief and wiped the bloodstains off. Johnny wanted to do it again, he wanted to kill, he loved the idea of killing. I told him that we had to get to the top of the stairs and escape, but he seemed reluctant to go up there. I let him know that it would be all right; then he confided in me that when grown ups are around; kids tend to forget about their imaginary friends.

I said, "Oh no, not me I'd never forget about you, I love you!"

Johnny just smiled, giving me a soft peck on the cheek and held my hands; his eyes began to turn red again, and although it frightened me, I pretended it didn't exist because I wanted him around, the first man in my life that never wanted anything from me. Johnny was the perfect gentleman and I was willing to overlook his faults. My gut was telling me that something was wrong, but for whatever reason, I ignored my gut feeling and began to enjoy the pleasure of revenge.

Before we went upstairs, Johnny told me that we had to get at least four more friends. He let me know that I had the power to conjure up anything I wanted, and in order for me to be totally safe I had to kill all of those evil people upstairs, and all throughout the world. At first it didn't sound right, especially when his eyes began to glow red again. When Johnny saw me thinking too hard, he reminded me how he had protected me, and how, if I had many more imaginary friends, I could be protected for life. The offer sounded good, and I jumped on board; besides, what could go wrong with just a few more imaginary friends? Not only would I be safe, but I could help other abused children that were in the same situation. So, for about an hour, I conjured up images of the perfect friends that I'd want to save and protect me.

First, I closed my eyes and said, "Samson, come forward."

And, he did. I could hear his huge footsteps in the background. I slowly opened my eyes, and saw my imagination come to live. Samson was a huge black gorilla, at least nine feet tall and over a ton. He had the biggest brown eyes, and his coat was so soft; I just ran up and hugged him tightly. At first, he didn't move or make any loving motions toward me, but then Johnny spoke up.

"Yo, Samson, you big ape, give the little girl a hug."

Suddenly Samson warmed up and hugged me with his huge paw-like hands. That was the softest coat I had ever felt. But, as I was excited to meet another one of my imaginary friends, Johnny was pushing me to make more.

He kept on telling me, "We need at least two more."

So, then I conjured up Emily. She was very spooky, her skin was a pale ashen color, and she looked as if she'd been dead for years! She was really skinny and limber, the same age as I was, but she was a little shy; her long black hair covered one side of her face. I finally built up enough nerve to approach her.

I called out, "Emily!"

She just stood there like a zombie, slowly moving in an awkward fashion. Her legs and arms looked as if they were broken, but that was just the way she moved and walked; like an animal on all fours. Finally, when I called to her again, she answered with saliva coming out of her mouth. I went over and hugged her, but I could feel the evil coming from inside her. Something just wasn't right, but I wanted to be free so bad that I once again overlooked all of the common sense that Jesus had given me.

And, last but not least, I created an old man named Walter. I liked to call him Sir Walter; he was nicely dressed, always in a white tux, and with dark shades on. He was at least seventy years old and carried an old wooden cane. I loved Walter's silver hair and I made him to help me keep the others in line. But, what was disturbing about Walter was that he had no eyes, and worms lived in the socket. These worms were Walter's friend; he wouldn't let me take them out, he loved those worms like pets.

Once I had all of my friends together in one room, they began to whisper to each other, as if they had known one another for years. I told them to stop it; I didn't like being left out. They all apologized in sneaky voices, but I was just glad that they had; for once someone said that they were sorry for something they'd done to me. Now it was time to take revenge on my mother and all of her friends. We walked up the cellar steps like a big bad gang.

After Samson tore down the locked door, for the first time in my life, I had all the confidence I needed. Once I made it to the top, I could hear the loud music, and I could smell the drugs in the air. Anyone who wasn't having sex was snorting cocaine.

"Lil girl, go back in your cave," shouted one of my mother's friends.

I became very angry and told Emily to scare the daylights out of her. I watched as Emily crawled on top of her. As the girl began to scream, Emily put her entire hand down the girl's throat and ripped out her vocal cords. Blood went everywhere. The music was so loud that no one could hear her. Even though it was a bit gross, I loved it. I began to enjoy someone else's pain, the same way they had enjoyed mine.

Now it was payback time. I ordered Samson to go through the house and smash anything he wanted, kill as many as he saw fit. He was happy; a big smile came over his face. He began to pound his chest and bellowed with a loud roar, I had to cover my ears because it was so loud. Off Samson went, smashing everything in the house, putting huge holes in the walls. I could hear the people screaming and falling over each other, most of them thought they had a buzz from the cocaine, but little did they know that it was real. Many of them began to run, but Samson threw them against the walls like rag dolls. I could see people flying through the air; everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I was guarded by my four friends, I was untouchable.

Samson went through the house like a whirlwind, ripping electric cords out of sockets, tearing down ceiling fans, and knocking over television sets. No one was safe in the house, and that was the way I liked it; because I was never safe in my own home, no one else should be either. I saw Samson pick up one man and break him in two, his body's top half went one way and the bottom the other. I watched as Samson pulled out his spine and threw it against the wall.

Then, as one man tried to escape, Walter tripped him with his cane so Samson could catch him. The more the people screamed, the more pleasure I got from watching their deaths. For the first time in my life, I was in control; no one would be able to hurt me again. While Samson was destroying the house, and Emily scared people, I sent Johnny to execute as many people as he wanted. His eyes lit up, and before I could say go, Johnny was gone. I could hear the gunshots in the air, the sounds of dead bodies plunging to the floor and the wicked laugh of Johnny. I didn't care; I wanted to let him have all the fun he wanted.

Walter stayed constantly by my side, nagging me about how we had to clean up and get rid of the bodies. He was more the mother hen, making sure we all did what we were suppose to. Blood was everywhere; one wall looked as if someone had painted it red from all of the blood splatters. Then, as Walter was giving me my chore list, I heard my mother's voice, she was begging for her life. She was in the kitchen on her knees asking Johnny to forgive her, begging and pleading for her worthless life. She turned and looked at me, as if I was supposed to help her; after all she had done to me, she wanted me to save her.

"You have to be kidding," I said.

But she continued to beg. I then had the brightest idea; I called for Samson to come into the kitchen. When he showed up, I told him to make a hole in the wall and stick my mother in it. Johnny tied her hands and legs, and then I called Emily to tear out her voice. Emily came quickly, stuffed her hand into my mother's throat and ripped out her vocal cords. I could see my mother tremble as she held onto her throat, blood beginning to fill her airways, and I watched her slowly die, but that was not the end to her torture. I had the walls of the house sealed up.

All through the night, the five of us placed the dead bodies in the walls, and to make sure they didn't stink, we wrapped them in sheets with sweet smelling incense. For two days, we cleaned the house and hid the bodies in the walls, until the house was like new. There were no signs of there ever being any killings or even someone living there. I was very proud of what I had done, the world was now a safer place with my mother and her friends gone, but there was lots more to do; there were many more children like me to saved.

I felt like an agent of revenge, making all the wrongs right. Not one day went by that I was regretful, I wasn't sorry that my mother was dead, she deserved everything she got. She left me to suffer at the hands of her friends, now I hoped she was in hell suffering too. As days and weeks went by, I was having a blast with my imaginary friends. Walter would cook and Samson would eat most of the food. We sat at the table like a family; I even took them outside to play. Johnny loved the rural outdoors; he said it reminded him of his old west days.

I'd play with my friends, and children would laugh and call me a freak as they passed by; it seemed no one could see my friends but me. The children would run away from me or walk on the other side of the street. I didn't care, I loved the world I was in; somehow my mind didn't conform to reality, I was always in a dream. One day, the children were coming home from school and Samson and I were playing in the front yard.

One kid yelled out, "You fucking freak!"

Something inside of me just snapped. I told Samson to go and get that kid. He wasted no time charging after the kid like a wild animal. Finally, I could see the fear on the kid's face; the boy turned pure white. I laughed hysterically, I couldn't stop; it seemed so funny to me, even when Samson bit off his head with one chop. Blood spurted everywhere, and because we were in a rural town, there was no one around. I watched as Samson swallowed the boy's head and then regurgitate it back up, that was so cool to me. The boy's body kept walking on its own, and I let it walk for hours in the back yard. As the blood drained from the neck we even played ring around the neck to see who could get three of their rings around it as the body walked without a head. Of course, Johnny won, followed by Emily. We had a blast, until there was a knock on the door. Samson grabbed the child and placed his body in the cellar and put its head in the outdoor septic tank.

I let Walter answer the door, because he was the only one suitable, most of us had blood all over our clothes and hands. At the door stood the sheriff; he asked questions about a missing boy. Walter played it smooth, he denied everything, he'd never seen a child, and told the officer that no children stopped at this house because of his sick daughter, that every child in the area was afraid of her.

The officer agreed and said, "How true you are."

Walter gave him a fake smile and the officer went on his way; he was one of those dumb officers that never paid attention to his surroundings. Because, if he had, he would have noticed the bloody handprints on the side of the house where he was standing, less than a foot away from him. I began to laugh, law enforcement was a joke, and we could go on killing for years without anyone ever noticing anything. As the police officer pulled away, I suddenly saw him stop the car, as if he was going to turn around. I began to get a little worried; then he got out of the car to shut the trunk, he had accidentally left it open and it was flapping in the wind.

I smiled and said to myself, _What a stupid cop_. Then I went on my way, cleaning the blood from the side of the house, and then retrieved the boy's body from the cellar.

Suddenly, Johnny said, "What is your name, and what shall we call you?"

For a second, I paused and realized that my mother never took the time to teach me my name; I was always called "hey you", "asshole" or "bitch". I had no answer for Johnny. I was so sad to realize that I didn't have a name. I quickly ran into my mother's bedroom and began to search for anything about who I was, where I was born, or who I really belonged to. I found nothing, not even a baby picture, no diaries; nothing related to my birth, until I went to the back of her closet and pulled out a yellow envelope. On it was written "my worst nightmare". I opened it, and inside were pictures all tore up into tiny little pieces, with a note saying that she'd never wanted me, she wanted to kill me, but her heart wouldn't let her do it. So, to take revenge on her heart, she'd abuse me until the pain she felt from being raped by her father was gone.

My mother was raped by her own father and I was the product of that! I guessed that's what led her to prostitution and drugs. The letter went on to say that she tried many times to kill me, whether it was holding my head underwater or kicking me down the stairs when I was younger, but for some reason I wouldn't die. I was like a black omen to my mother; she hated every fiber of my being. One thing she mentioned that was strange was that every time she tried to kill me, a bright white light would appear. I asked Walter what that meant, and he told me it was them trying to protect me. They needed me alive so they could stay alive. He said that every abused or neglected child was so badly damaged mentally that they formed imaginary friends like him, Johnny, Emily and Samson. Without an abused child, or a mentally disturbed person, they would also die. Well, I promised Walter that I wouldn't let them die, I would never leave them.

Emily crawled on the bed next to me. "How about we name you baby doll?"

"I like it," I said to Emily.

She smiled and crawled back off of the bed. I ran to the stove and burned all of my mother's papers; I was upset and angry that she hadn't cared enough for me to even take the time to give me a name. But, who cared, I had my imaginary friends and that's all that mattered. I was something to them, and they were something to me. Then Johnny came into the kitchen with excitement on his face, even as I finished burning the letters.

"Men are at the door with a few women, and they are calling out for your mother."

I quickly ran to the window and took a peak; they were nothing more than my mother's crack friends and her johns. I told Walter to get the door, and then move so that they couldn't see him. He did so and then vanished through the walls. I could still see his outline; I knew that he was there watching and protecting me. My mother's crack friends came in, they smelled like booze and their clothing was filthy; all of them gave off a terrible odor. They came in, stumbling and making themselves at home.

"Where's that sweet young thing of yours?" shouted one of the johns.

He was talking about me. I had watched as this man raped me over and over, while my mother stood and watched. I told Emily to go and scare the shit out of him. She crawled toward him with her cripple-like body. I watched as she caressed his penis. He loved it; he never looked down to see who was doing it.

"You like that, baby?" said Emily.

"Oh, yes I do!" said the john.

When he finally looked down, he saw Emily's ghost-like appearance and he began to scream, he screamed so hard that his vocal cords burst in his throat and he began to drown in his own blood. Then Emily ripped his penis out and took it to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet. The john shivered in pain, he couldn't talk; he felt what I was feeling back when he was raping me and I couldn't scream or I would be beaten or raped even harder.

I ordered Samson to place the body in the walls of the house. He wasted no time picking up the john, who was still alive, and pushed him into the opening in the walls. I saw the john screaming, begging for my help; it felt good not being the powerless one, it felt good to see someone else beg me for mercy. Finally, I was getting my revenge; I couldn't wait any longer on the Lord, I had to take matters into my own hands.

Then I ordered Emily into the next bedroom, where some more of my mother's girl friends were having a ball smoking a line of crack. I sat by the door in the hallway thinking, do I really want to kill them or not? I saw the way they wasted their lives, smoking balls of crack one after the other. I came to the decision that I would let them go, but when I came into the room and asked them to leave, they laughed at me over and over again. The laughter was so wicked that it pierced my heart, for some reason I just couldn't take the laughter any more, and it hit my emotions so hard that I began to sweat. Beads of sweat ran down my face, the palms of my hands became wet; soon I had the urge to kill them both. I ordered Johnny to kill them, he loved shooting his gun, and he loved killing, this was a piece of cake for him.

Johnny jumped on the bed and began to pump the ladies' bodies with bullets. I watched as they tried to leave and were blocked at the doorway by Emily and Walter, they loved to see death themselves, but the bullet noise was too much for my ears, I had to leave the room. From the kitchen, I could hear the ladies screaming and calling out for help, but there was no one to help them, they were way out in the country where houses were far apart. This was hillbilly country. I could hear Samson cracking the bodies of the ladies, getting them ready to be put into the walls.

Walter and I had a ritual; we would bathe the dead bodies, and embalm them like the Egyptians did their dead. To me, this was funny and exciting at the same time. One by one, Samson crushed the bones until they couldn't be crushed anymore, and then handed the dead over to Walter and me. We prepared a special bath, Emily cleaned up the blood; sometimes I would catch her licking the walls that were covered with blood, and I would have to spank her like a little child. But, we were a family, I was the head of the household and in charge; we ate as a family, we laughed as a family, but most importantly we lived happily like a family.

After the house was clean from all of the killings, I noticed that we were running out of food. Feeding four people and Samson was starting to be a strain, but ultimately, I didn't mind; they were my protectors and I was in charge of taking care of them. So, I told them we would go to the store and shop. First of all, I had a little money that my mother had left behind, and the store was just a small corner market that operated on credit. Walter drove the raggedy old pickup trunk that one of the johns had left behind, and off we went. For the first time in months, I was leaving the house; the sun looked so bright and the sky was so clear. I felt relaxed and happy; I had everything a girl could want, all the way to the store I kept my head out the window like a dog, wanting to see everything.

My life finally seemed to make a little sense, I was happy and so were my imaginary friends, but the more I kept them around, the more they became real. I noticed this when Walter stopped for gas; it seemed as if people could see him, but not the others.

When I asked why that was, all Walter could say was, "One at a time."

So I accepted that and thought to myself, _I'll have a real family in a few more months, every one of my friends will be alive and live among the living._

Well, we made it to the store and we began to pick out our favorite foods. Emily loved jelly; I got her every kind imaginable. We got tons of bread and meat for Samson, noodles and pancakes for Johnny and all Walter liked was tea and soups. I was like a kid in a candy store; I got everything that I ever wanted, candies and all.

"Not too much, you'll get a bellyache," said Walter.

Suddenly, the owner came over and said, "Who are you talking too?"

I said, "None of your damn business!"

The owner grabbed me by my shirt collar, and suddenly Emily and Samson attacked him. Samson broke his neck while Emily pulled out his heart and stuffed him into a freezer. I thought it was hilarious, but it was time to go before someone saw us. We quickly filled up the truck with all the food we could fit; we had at least five shopping carts of food.

"Wheeeeeeeee, that was a rush," proclaimed Johnny.

He was happy, and so was everyone else; it was as if we had just robbed a bank. Samson wanted to take the body home, but it was too much baggage. I told him that next time we would. Then Samson smiled and was happy again. I reached into a shopping bag and pulled out a carton of milk. As I was drinking from it, I noticed that a reward was posted for the missing child that we'd killed. I just laughed and showed it to everyone. After everyone got a sip of the milk, we threw the carton out the window, not caring about what we'd done. Why should we care when no one ever cared about us?

Once we were almost home, we saw a massive search party looking for the same child that we'd killed. Searchers were handing out flyers and newspaper clipping with pictures and a reward. We took the flyer like we cared and once down the road we balled it up and threw it out the window. I began to laugh hysterically, for some reason this shit was funny to me. That boy would have been an evil person and I'd saved society from his reign.

As soon as we got home, we unloaded our loot. We were like wild dogs, we wanted to eat everything first, until Walter, who I called 'mother hen', told us only to eat a little so we wouldn't get a bellyache. We all pretended to listen, and as soon as he turned his back, we were pigging out. Emily took a whole jar of strawberry jelly and ran off to her hiding spot. I was glad to see her happy, she was like the sister I'd never had. Samson ate the raw meat, which was totally gross and disgusting, but I just loved him, so no matter how gross or strange it was, I overlooked most of what he and my other three friends did, because I was once considered strange and unlovable.

And yet, they all loved me. All that night we pigged out and had a blast; we ate ice cream and watched cartoons. It was like having a day that everything went well. My life was perfect, I didn't care about anything anymore; I was my own person.
Chapter Two

After the night of fun, early the next morning, there was a knock on the door and a few sheriff's cars were outside. I opened the door as if I had no idea of what was going on.

"Good morning, little girl, where's your mother?" said the sheriff.

I responded, "She went away for the day."

The sheriff looked worried. "Well, we think there's a killer running loose, so keep your door locked."

I was so humble and polite; I nodded, and said, "Okay, sir, I'll do just that."

But, I was laughing inside, this was funny to me. For once, the public was afraid of me and I wasn't afraid of them. It was as if I was having a major overhaul inside of me; not only was I becoming stronger, I was braver and my self-esteem was at an all-time high. I could see the police cars going by. My friends and I just looked out the window and smiled.

The police were just asses, they didn't know what to do, and for this being a small town, they sure didn't have the resources to fight any type of crime. Soon there was another knock on the door and an old lady who lived in the house next door came running over, repeating the same thing the police had told me.

"Oh, shut the hell up!" I yelled.

The old lady gave me the finger. That did it, I sent Walter after her, and in one big swoop he grabbed her ass into the house. She was shaking and trembling; then when Walter took off his shades, all she saw was his missing eye sockets that had worms crawling all over the inside. Johnny wanted so badly to shoot her; he was about to have a tantrum, so I just gave her to him. He dragged the old lady by the hair until he was pulling out clumps. The old lady was kicking and screaming, until Emily jumped on her as Johnny was pulling her, and ripped out her vocal cords, then ran off with it. I tried to stop her, but she loved that sort of stuff.

The old woman began to shake and blood spouted everywhere, on the walls, the carpet was soaked with it, and my new shirt was ruined. Oh well, all in a day's work. Johnny strung the old lady up by the neck from the living room ceiling, spin her around like a top, and began to shoot her; six times in the head, four in the heart, nine in the back, and fifty-two times in the stomach.

He loved it; he jumped up and down and over the couch. "Wooo that was fun, let's do it again!"

So, we did. As it got late in the afternoon, and the lazy sheriff and his sorry men called it a day, we struck. I went to all the neighbors that were mean and cruel to me, and began to pull them out of their safe environments one by one. I had Samson as my head guy, Johnny as the lookout, Walter as the getaway driver and Emily as the distraction. The first house I hit was the Macadoo's. Mr. Macadoo was nothing more than a drunk; all he did was pimp his wife and use the money for drugs and booze. Then there was Mrs. Macadoo, who killed her son in the bathroom one afternoon. To this day, she thought no one knew, but I did; I watched her drown her own son after he cried too much. Yes, that was me peeking in the window, I saw it all, how she pushed her son's head under the water, and watched as he struggled to get free, but she was too strong for her five-year-old son to defeat. I watched as she watched him take his last breath, and then acted as if she was the grieving mother. She got away with it, and therefore she deserved payback.

As Mrs. Macadoo was in the bathroom, I had Samson break down the door. First I had him grab Mr. Macadoo, who was drunk already, and suffocate him. Then I had Emily appear in Mrs. Macadoo's bath water and scare the living shit out of her. She began to scream so loudly that Emily ripped out her vocal cords. I think the screaming does something to Emily, her ears are so sensitive. The water was filled with blood, but I wanted the bodies; I loved to keep what was mine. I hunted for those bodies, and now I wanted them in my secret place, the walls of my home. I had Samson quickly wrap both bodies in the bed sheets, and off we went to the next house.

This was such an enjoyment, I loved this kind of thing, it was like eating too much chocolate; you knew it was bad, but it tasted ooh so good. I loved to see people's hearts stop beating; I felt like God, the power was a turn on. All of my imaginary friends were enjoying the time of their lives; we had nothing to fear, but the world had better fear us. Next house was where the Bensons lived. Mr. Benson loved young girls, and when I say young, I mean try like five to eleven! I was one of his victims, he raped me every chance he got. He loved those young girls that had no mother figure in the home, and ran loose in the streets. When my mother was gone for days, leaving me all alone, Mr. Benson would come over and bring me food, and talk to me. Then he started slowly touching me in my private places, and then caressing my breast area. He was too strong for me to fight, but I fought every time, and he would get upset and beat me. Now it was time for payback.

Then there was Mrs. Benson; she knew what her husband did, but turned a blind eye, even though she was a Christian, I was not going to spare her. What she did and allowed to happen on her watch was unacceptable, and she had to pay. Once again, Samson burst down the door with his strong ape-like muscles, and then gave a big roar, showing his yellow teeth and beat on his chest. The first person he saw was Mrs. Benson, reading the Bible. When she heard the noise, she ran out, only to be approached by Samson. He bit off her head, it fell to the floor, and blood spouted in the air from her neck like rain.

Then we got Mr. Benson, who was in the bedroom raping his little girl. I had Emily teach him a lesson. She silently slid under the bed sheets and began to caress his penis.

Mr. Benson loved that, and began moaning and groaning. "Yes, yes, give it to me, baby!"

We did just that, we gave it to him. Emily jumped out from under the sheets and scared him half to death.

"What's the matter? I saw a ghost!" said Mr. Benson.

He stopped breathing, what a bummer, I wanted to see him get brutalized, but he had a fucking heart attack and died. His daughter watched. I thought about killing her, but she was too much like me. Now she could be free. I left her cowering in the corner, and told her to leave and never come back to this house or I would kill her. The little girl nodded, and when we left, I saw her running out of the house and heading toward the highway. Maybe she would find a good home.

The night was young and the killings were fun, but we had to call it a night. As we were leaving, and on the way home, I saw one of my mother's old friends, Mr. Smith; he was on the dusty road stumbling and filled with cocaine, talking to himself and fighting the wind. He didn't deserve to live, so I killed him, he was a waste of space. I had Johnny put a bullet in his head, one shot did it, and then here came the sheriff. I quickly had Samson put Mr. Smith's body in the shrubs by the road. As the sheriff stopped us, I let Walter talk and I made the rest of my friends disappear. But, they were there, I could see them. I could make them be seen and unseen, not only to my eyes but to the naked human eyes.

"Hi, Mr. Officer," I said, so sweet and polite.

But the sheriff was in no mood to play, he had a killer running around. The sheriff looked around the truck. Walter told him that we were picking up junk to take to the junk yard, and were headed home for the day. The dumb sheriff never even looked around thoroughly or he'd have seen the blood on the sheets, but I will give him credit and say that it was very dark and he couldn't see. But really, he was a stupid cop; there were bloody sheets, and hands and legs peaking out of the back of the truck, but he was too busy looking for his killers.

As he let us go, I had Samson bring the body of Mr. Smith out of the shrubs as the sheriff pulled away. That was very close, but we didn't care because I would have killed the sheriff myself if I had to. The best part was yet to come; we were going home to bury the bodies in the walls. That was my favorite thing.

As soon as we got home, I jumped out of the truck and hurriedly opened the door. Johnny kept a lookout, and we quickly brought the bodies in the house. I took my time and cleaned them one by one, until all the blood was off. But, they were so stiff; it was kinda hard to move them. Anyway, it was still fun, it was like playing with dolls. I put clean clothes on them, and made them smell sweet. Mr. Smith's stomach burst open and it was such a foul odor, I didn't want him around anymore. So, I chopped the body up and fed it to Emily. She loved that kind of stuff.

The rest, I put in the walls as my souvenirs. All that night, we could hear the police cars going by. They were in a rush; I could hear the sirens and the people lined up on the curb talking. I wanted to be a good neighbor and see what was happening. I took all of my friends with me, but Walter was the only one that I wanted to be real; the others would bring too much attention. Once on the curb, I listened as the old gossipy women talked about all the missing people, and the store owner that got killed.

One woman wanted the sheriff to call in the police from the big city, but the sheriff was filled with too much pride and wouldn't. He figured he could handle it by himself, but little did he know that this was something much bigger that he could ever handle. Most of the residents were afraid; they kept begging the sheriff to have more men patrol the streets, but in this small town there were about ten officers, and most of the time they were drunk or buying pussy from a whore. I watched as the sheriff lied to the people and told them that they would catch someone by morning, that he wouldn't get away, and the assholes believed him. I watched and studied the looks on their faces as they believed every word that came out of the sheriff's mouth.

But, there was one man by the name of Mr. Stewart, a nosy neighbor, too dame smart for his own good; he got on my last nerve, with all that men in black bullshit. "Sheriff Burke, I heard that the government has something to do with this."

"Shut the hell up, you stupid old man, and go in the house!" said Sheriff Burke.

Everyone started laughing at Mr. Stewart. He got upset and went in his house. I figured that this was the perfect time to make a stupid story dumber. I told Sheriff Burke that I saw men in black leaving town the other day, and they quickly sped onto the highway. These people were so stupid that they believed every word that came out of my mouth, what a bunch of jackasses. Nevertheless, I had a great time making the adults who mistreated me look like fools. They whispered all night about how they heard that the government was sending men in black to do so many experiments on their small town. Hillbillies are so, so stupid.

My friends and I just cracked up laughing, and we went into the house and left the neighbors standing and talking all night. I kissed the wall where all of my bodies were, except my mother, the bitch could rot some more, I hated her even in death. I hoped she would bust hell wide open; sometimes I could still hear her scream. I got joy out of hearing the walls scream; they wanted me to let them out. The soul always wants its body, but why should I have to spoil my fun and give them their bodies? There was no way in hell that I would ever let the souls be with the bodies.

As I peaked in the crack of the walls, I could see all the spirits fighting with each other; then they would run up to the hole, begging me to let them out, scaring the shit out of me.

"Fuck no," I said.

They got upset, and all night they banged on the walls like little children. Despite what anyone says, a spirit can't go to the other side if they are murdered; they must find peace, and to get peace they have to avenge their death from the grave. Basically, the spirits would have to get the person that killed them.

"Good luck on that," I said.

My mother was the worst; she would call me bitch and whore because I wouldn't let her out of the wall. But, why should I? She was mean to me and her spirit would hunt me for the rest of my life. So, all night I had to listen to banging and whispering in the walls. Sometimes at night my mother and the others would come and try to scare me. They would make the room look like the pits of hell, or they would have a demon of some sort torment me, but it didn't work. I either sent Samson to kill the demon, or I'd send one of my other friends to make my mother shut her fucking mouth. Then the night would go by fast and morning would come, and it was as if nothing had happened.

Walter would sit by the table, cleaning out his eye socket. Emily would be eating a jar of jelly, Johnny would be cleaning his gun, and Samson would always be looking out the windows. He always wanted to play, and I had to play with him, so I would take him outside, until things started getting weird. Other children passing by began to see Samson. He would do it on purpose to scare them, but I didn't make him real in my mind, so how did he get real?

I pulled Samson by his fur and let him know that I didn't appreciate what was going on. He played dumb, as if he didn't know what I was talking about, but something was definitely strange. I was becoming very nervous that Samson could be seen by the other children, this could be a big problem for us. At night, I'd listen to Walter and my other friends talk. I'd pretend to be asleep, but I had one eye on them. They'd talk about how I was the best friend they'd ever had, but Samson was fearing that one day I would grow out of it, and erase them from my mind, like most children did when they turned a certain age. They'd forget about dolls, toys, and stuff like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus, and they'd also forget about their imaginary friends. That's what Samson and the others were afraid of. Now that I knew what was on their minds, I had to assure them that I'd never leave them.

The next day, I held a family meeting and let them know that I'd always be there, and unlike some kids, I'd never leave them. Samson and the others were happy to hear this. I then told Samson that I understood why he wanted to make the other children see him, just for the simple fact that he wanted to find another friend, just in case I moved on. But, I gave the big smelly monster a hug and let him know that I was here to stay, and when he heard this he melted like butter in my arms. From that day on the other children couldn't see him, but they'd always ask me where my monster friend was. I just laughed and let those little brats know that if they didn't move out of my yard I would kill them. Then I would make Emily appear and frighten the hell out of them. Emily was very scary to the children, her yellow, black straggly hair; she was nothing but bones, and she was dirty looking. To me, she was perfect, but I wanted to buy her some new clothing; so I decided to go shopping.

I only took Walter with me, and reminded Johnny that he was in charge, and to watch the house until I got back. Well, that was my first mistake. While at the store, I could feel that something was wrong, but I shopped anyway. Walter and I picked up a bunch of clothes for everyone and we used one of my mother's dead friend's credit cards. I was so thrilled to shop for clothing for the first time in my life. I was picking up everything I ever wanted, from dresses to hair bows, I got new socks and panties. By the time we got to the line, I started to get nervous thinking that the card might not ring up. It paused for a minute and I got scared because the cashier looked us up and down. Walter and I looked like a strange couple, but when the card went through, we hurried up and left. I got so carried away that I forgot what I was worried about. I had good reason; on the way home I kept telling Walter that something was wrong and I could feel it in my bones.

I looked all around and noticed that police cars were coming from everywhere. I became very nervous because they had their sirens on. At first, I thought that we were being pulled over, but all the police cars wanted us to do was get out of the way. Like any law abiding citizens, we pulled over to the side of the road and let them go. As I got closer to home, I saw all the police cars around our house. I was so afraid to go inside.

Then a cop came out from behind my house; I let Walter talk to him. This cop was strange looking; I had never seen him around before. He was very skinny, his eyes almost looked dead. His skin was so pale and rough, it seemed to be dry and flaking off. He was a dirty blonde, and his uniform was wrinkled. Walter once again asked him what he wanted. The policeman introduced himself as Officer Clark. He began to go on about how the neighbors said that they heard strange noises coming from the house and that maybe someone was inside. I assured the officer that no one was in my house, but he wanted to check. As I opened the door, I could see Emily hiding a body in the hole in the wall. The officer looked around, under the beds, down in the basement, and in the closet, but found nothing. He quickly apologized and went on his way, but I knew something was wrong; the officer had to have seen something.

So, as he was leaving, I stopped and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

As Officer Clark stood outside the house to catch his breath, he was breathing very hard, I could see his chest pounding. Whatever it was, he was very scared. Then Sheriff Burke came forward and asked Officer Clark if he was okay. I could hear Officer Clark tell the sheriff that he thought he saw a ghost. Burke just patted Clark on the back, and told him not to worry; he'd just been working too hard. I just smiled as Officer Clark looked back at the house. I could tell that he was afraid of whatever it was that he'd seen. As the officers cleared our house and were headed toward the neighbors, two women came running up to the officers, shouting,

"Our children are missing!"

Sheriff Burke tried to calm the two ladies down, but they were very shaken, and were afraid that someone had taken their children. One of the ladies reported that a neighbor child said that a big ape came and snatched the children out of the street. Sheriff Burke just laughed and called the women crack-heads, but Clark took them seriously and comforted them as Sheriff Burke went next door. I quickly locked all of the doors and called Emily, Samson, and Johnny out to the living room. I wanted to know what had happened; I knew they'd had something to do with it.

When Emily came out, she was covered in blood. I quickly left the room and went looking around. Under the couch was a dead boy, about twelve years old; he was dirty, and all he had on was a small worn out teddy bear shirt. His eyes were gouged out, his tongue ripped out, there were scratches all over his body, as if something had attack him, and there were puncture wounds all over his body with blood oozing out. The carpet was well soaked with blood.

As I looked in the walls, there were three more children, two other boys and one girl. I wanted to know what in the hell had happened here! Johnny explained that when I left for the store, four children tried to break into the house; one was scared away, but the other brats broke in, and as they got into the house, Emily dragged them in and taught them a lesson. Well, I was upset that I didn't get to see the killings, but I wasn't upset that my friends had had to kill. They were protecting me. But, Walter was upset and scolded Johnny and the others, telling them not to ruin it again.

"Ruin what again?" I asked.

All of them got quiet for a minute, but I wanted to know, and I wanted to know now. Walter sat me down and told me that way back in 1863, they were friends of an African girl who came to America as a slave. Because of Emily and Johnny, the slave girl killed her white master and blamed it on her imaginary friends, which was those four. Of course, no one believed her and she was hanged. Once she was dead, they had no children's minds to invade; every child seemed to be afraid to have imaginary friends for fear of being killed. And now the same thing was happening again; Emily and the others had now killed four children. I began to worry a little and think that they might turn on me.

For some reason I had given them the power to make themselves seen. I now knew that my mind was more powerful than I could ever imagine. The human brain is only used at a five percent level; what we do with the other ninety-five percent is beyond me. I had to think and think quickly, but my love for seeing others hurt got the better of me. I fell in love with murder; it seemed to ease the pain of all I'd gone through; it was like a drug to see murders one after another. I got a high off of touching a dead corpse and feeling its pain. Now I was the abuser, and I was so powerful that the power went to my head. I convinced Walter and the others that I'd never leave them, but they had to behave themselves and only kill when I said it was safe to do so. They all agreed and we went about our daily routine.

I gave Emily and Johnny their new clothes. They were so happy, and because they were happy so was I. But my best pleasure was cleaning the four dead bodies, and having Samson make holes in the wall for me to put them in. They were like my prizes; I cleaned them up, put them in new clothing, and placed them in the wall ever so gently. All night I patched the wall and repainted it. I still could hear my mother running her big mouth, and begging to be let go, but I wasn't going to; she had to suffer like I did, as long as I could help it, her body would never meet with her spirit. For the first time in her life, she was begging for my help. I found great joy in telling her no.

Every once in a while I would peak through the hole in the wall; I could see all the spirits scratching the walls to get out, they were being tormented by the worms and the demons of hell. I just laughed and I laughed loud enough so they all could hear me. Their spirits became so angry that they began to curse me out in another language.

"Oh, that's not nice," I said and clogged the hole back up.

I could see the wall moving from them pushing on it, the pictures began to fall off, and the paint began to chip away. I sent Samson to the wall to scream at them, and soon they were all quiet. Now that the spirits knew I wasn't afraid of them anymore, they left me alone. So now at night, instead of the bad dreams and visions, I got a peaceful, restful sleep. I had become stronger, I was not afraid of anything, even though I was barley twelve years old. I felt as if I had lived a lifetime, and I was not afraid of anything or anyone.

I'd made up my mind to kill everyone in our small town; one by one, my friends and I would burst down doors, shoot through walls, and kill everyone. We'd be the only survivors of this small town. I hatched a great plan, and now it was time to implement it. I called all four of my friends together and told them we were going on a killing spree. They were all happy; it was as if we had won the Superbowl.

Look out, town, because here we come! Everyone that ever raped me, abused me, cursed me out, or called me strange or weird was first on my list. And oh, did I have a list, as long as the highway! Johnny and Samson were ready, they began to talk about all the killings they could do, and how much fun they'd have, but all I cared about was revenge. For all the days I had suffered, someone was going to pay and pay they would. To start the ritual of my revenge, I took a sharp razor and I began to slice my face open, and watch the blood run down. For some reason, it didn't hurt; I just loved the feel of the blood running down my face. I continually sliced my face over and over until the flesh began to bulge out. All night, I cut through my flesh, one slice after the other as Samson and Emily looked on. My face was entirely sliced up, I looked like a totally different person, and that was the look I was going for.

All my life I had looked in the mirror and seen someone I hated; I've seen the scars on my heart, and I wanted the world to see what they'd done to me. I wanted the world to pay; all that night I sat by the bedside and sharpened my butcher's knife, and got all my dark clothing together. Then Walter and I put extra plaster on the walls and began to paint them over and over again, until it was so very thick. I wanted all of my bodies to remain in the walls; I didn't want anything to happen to my precious prizes.

I sat and looked out the window in complete darkness. I watched as people went in and out of their homes for the night. I watched as they turned out their lights and were done for the night. I gathered my friends together and let them know that it was time to attack, I wanted them to kill everyone in sight, man woman or child, and from there we would move to another town and do the same thing. If the world didn't know me for anything else, they would know me as the first child serial killer. I was paying everyone back for hurting me and any other children that were hurt in the process. I watched as the moon began to rise. At first, it was so bright, and then all of a sudden, darkness fell.

I could see a few of the neighbors peaking out of their windows. I knew then that it was time for me to make my move. I gathered my friends and off we went. I took a moment to say goodbye to the house I once suffered in, and the one I'd called home. I didn't want to leave my bodies, but I'd come back for them; I'd start over in a bigger home so that I could collect more bodies. Soon, before I knew it, I was walking out the door. I took a look at myself in the mirror one last time, and I looked like a totally different person. My face was so scarred that no one would ever figure out it was me. I saw the spirits in the mirror, taunting me, and cursing me, but they didn't scare me anymore; I was brave enough to go out on my own. I was not afraid of anything, and that was a very scary feeling, not to be afraid of nothing, that meant I had the power to do anything and not feel sorrow or any remorse.

The spirits wanted their bodies back, but I just laughed at them and told them to get back in the wall and stay there. They walked away like dogs, with their tails between their legs. I put my black hooded sweater on, and off we went. The first door I knocked on was Mr. Penn; he was a natural child molester, he couldn't stop if he wanted to. So, I'd make him stop. When he opened the door he was having sex with a nine year old boy, and this would be the last time he did that, because with my knife I stabbed him through the neck over and over again; I even killed the boy, because he'd grow up to be a child molester, and then there'd be more children like me getting hurt.

Next, we had to go to the sheriff's house. I had to kill him and every other police officer in our town, just for the simple fact that they were going to give me so much trouble, and I couldn't have that. I killed Sheriff Burke by diving straight through his bedroom window and letting the glass crash to the floor. I had Walter disable all of the light switches outside so that he couldn't see. I could hear him playing with the lights, trying to turn them on and off, and then I heard him go for his gun. I could hear the steel gliding back as he tried to load it. Finally, I saw him in the night, trying to feel his way through the house with his hands touching the walls as he glided right passed me. I had Emily lie on the floor and she tripped him. He shot at Emily, but this did no good; Emily was already dead, she was just my imagination. Bullet by bullet, I could hear them going through the air; Sheriff Burke began to scream when he saw Emily.

"What in hell are you?" he shouted.

Emily just laughed and bit off a part of his ear. At this point, he was out of bullets and still trying to fire his gun, but nothing came out. I could hear him breathing hard; he was very afraid and began to run back into the other room. I couldn't let him get there to call for help, so I had Johnny waiting with his gun, and before I could command Johnny to fire, he was already shooting bullets all through the house. One by one, they went through Sheriff Burke's head, and on the floor he collapsed, gulping for every breath, like a fish out of water. Finally, I held his nose and mouth closed until he couldn't breathe any longer, and he died, like the worthless police sheriff he was. He was never one to help the children in our community, he was the bad cop, the one buying and selling drugs in the community; he was the one who was friends with all the drug pushers that came through our town; now his reign was over.

We then hit every other house, killing everything living from cats to dogs, to boys and girls, there was no one escaping my wrath; this entire town was going to pay, even if it meant with the blood of their children. I then went to Officer Clark's house; he was in the living room watching nasty porn. I hid in the dark, unnoticed. For a minute he felt something over his shoulder and quickly turned around. That's when I disappeared into the dark, but that was when Emily appeared over his shoulders. She moved around like a snake, so quiet and with a scary elegance. I did let Officer Clark get the last sexual enjoyment that he was ever going to get. As soon as he started playing with his dick, I had Samson rip his head off. The blood went spouting into the air; I could feel the droplets on my skin. I loved that feeling; it was like drinking a cold lemonade on a hot and sticky day. Officer Clark's body started to move and jerk without the head. This was very fascinating to me, I sat and watched it for a while and then had Emily rip out his heart, after that the body fell to the floor.

Now that the main officers were dead, it was time to wake up the town. Oh, and what fun I had; I sent Samson to turn over cars and cause a huge ruckus. He went out into the streets, flipping and turning over cars one by one. I could see trucks and cars flying through the air and into people's homes. Samson began to beat on his chest as if he was in the wild; people came running out of their homes, and when they did I sent my friends to kill them all. As Samson and the others killed the people, I just sat back and watched as the homes were destroyed. I was very intrigued by the fire and the smoke from the explosions of the cars.

I took a seat on the grass of a house, watching as it burned to the ground. People began to fall over each other as if it was the end of the world. I just sat there laughing as the people ran passed me. I tripped them and caused them to fall to the ground, awaiting my friends to come and attack them. Johnny was having the most fun of all; he was shooting his gun into the air like a wild man. Every time someone walked or ran passed him; he would shoot them in the head. Blood splattered all over the sidewalks and onto other people as they ran by.

Emily was also there, giving people the scare of their lives. Once they got a good look at her, they began to scream their heads off. To be quite honest, she was very scary looking, but to me she was the prettiest thing God had ever created. One by one, I watched as Emily yanked out people's hearts and lungs, it was amazing how she could push her hands through their bodies so easily. People were dropping like flies, they were screaming, but there was no one to help them. They were so far away, the only thing close by was a deserted old highway; the next big city was miles and miles away. It would be days before anyone came around, which was just the way I wanted it, it was like a playhouse for my friends and I.

I tried to collect as many bodies as I could and had Walter lift them onto our truck. I then noticed that Walter was looking sad. When I asked him what was wrong, he just pointed at his eyes. I was then aware for the first time that Walter wanted eyes like everyone else. So, the next person running away from the madness, I grabbed them and snatched out their eyes. It just so happened to be Mr. Coffee; people on the streets called him coffee bean. He was another hardcore crack addict, so I figured he didn't need his eyes.

As I snatched them from Mr. Coffee's head, blood and body fluids splashed everywhere, but Walter was happy. He licked his lips, he was happy that he finally had some eyes. He quickly grabbed them out of my hands and placed them in his eye sockets. I watched as Mr. Coffee's eyes became Walter's eyes; they grew into his eye sockets as if they'd always been his. I was happy that he was happy. Once Walter had eyes; he began to run around and kept touching things as if he had never seen them before. Then he ran to the truck and looked in the mirror; he was so glad to have eyes that he kept sticking his fingers in them, poking himself.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I said to Walter.

He just laughed, and once he got used to his new eyes, in less than a minute, he was killing with the others. Walter picked up his baseball bat, and began smashing people's heads, one by one by one. Guts and blood were everywhere, but no one seemed to care.

As people kept running, I chased them down and killed them with one stab to the heart; it was all I needed. I watched as the life left their bodies; it felt so good that from that moment on I joined my friends and we all killed anything that move. Samson turned over more cars and trucks and Johnny was like a wild dog running people down and chasing them into the streets. Mr. Lee tried to get his shotgun and stop us, but my boy Johnny was on it. He whipped around a corner and started shooting Mr. Lee in the face, non-stop, until his face looked like Swiss cheese.

"Weeee this is fun," shouted Johnny.

Indeed it was; everyone was afraid of us and every once in a while I would encounter someone who tried to be a hero and stop me, but I just laughed in their face. They were no match for my friends and me. I came out of nowhere, waving and slicing my knife in the air, not caring who I cut, or who was in the way. No one was safe around me, and no one would ever forget this day.

Out of the blue, Emily curled up into a fetal position and played dead. When someone would pass her, she would jump up and begin sucking the blood right out of them. Emily was small and frail, but she had a hunger for blood. She became more powerful with every suck of blood. I watched as the blood rolled down her chin in little droplets. She wiped it from her mouth with her fingers and licked them clean.

Fire and destruction were everywhere; I had Samson and Walter gather as many bodies as they could so I could take them home. As the places burned down, we left. With no survivors (or none that we knew of), I wanted to put the bodies in the wall of my house. So at least I would have something to cherish this day. As the night went by, there was no one in sight; it was as if I had just stepped into a ghost town.

"Hurry," I said to the others as they carried in the bodies one by one.
Chapter Three

By the end of the night, I had fifty bodies, from women to children and men. I was so proud of myself; it was like the feeling of catching your first fish on your line. I gently wiped the bodies clean, I sewed up and stitched all the openings that were leaking fluids and bloods; this took a while and I began to get tired, so I decided to take a rest. As I was looking out the window, admiring my work, I saw a woman running and screaming down the dirt road talking about the end of time. She was nothing more than a crazy woman; I couldn't let her get away. I sent Walter to go and get her, we couldn't afford to let her live; she'd bring the police to our town. Walter was glad to use his new eyes, and he began to chase the woman down the street like a tiger in the wild. I laughed as the woman tried to get away, but Walter was right on her heels. He chased the woman until she fell down a few times. I just sat back and watched out the window. Walter was a natural predator and I loved it, he was happy to use his new eyes. I saw as he dragged the woman home and dropped her body in front of my feet.

"Good catch, old guy," I said.

Walter just smiled. "I love these eyes," he proclaimed.

I was so happy for him. After dropping the dead body off, he ran straight to the mirror to look at his eyes. Everyone seemed to be busy; we all were, by the way things had gone today. After my little rest, I went back to cleaning the bodies and making them smell good. Walter and Emily helped me put them in the walls. I rubbed the wall in delight, I was so proud of my catch for the day, nothing more could make me happier, but it was time for my friends and I to hatch a plan for when the police came from the nearby town. I'd have to make it look like I was the lone survivor.

It must have been days before anyone knew of what happened. Finally, on the third or fourth day, I could hear the police sirens, and an ambulance; there were news reporters and helicopters flying overhead. I quickly ran down to the basement. As I watched out a basement window, the police went door to door; the police squads were breaking down doors one by one, and when they came to my door I stayed down in the basement and cried like a little girl.

"We have a survivor here!" shouted one of the police officers.

The media came bursting in and was escorted out by the police.

"No reporters," said one of the officers.

But the reporters kept on filming, and I played the innocent role of the lone survivor. I acted shy and blushed when everyone told me how lucky I was. There were big-time politicians and police chiefs from all over. Everyone on the planet wanted to interview me, and I ate it up. I told them a story of how a bunch of black men came into the town and killed the people. I said that they were looking for drugs, and raped the women; I let the FBI agent know that I was so afraid that I hid in the basement and didn't come out for a few days; that I was so afraid, and I wanted my mommy.

Yes, I had those dumb asses eating out of my hand! They paraded me in front of the news; people opened their wallets and threw money my way. There were so many people who wanted to adopt me; even with my scarred up face, someone wanted me. But, I already had the taste of killing in my veins. I wanted to go to another town and destroy it like my life had been destroyed. I watched as the media filmed, the police and coroner picked up the hundreds of dead bodies, the place was stinking, and all of America began to flock to this small town; it was now the center of the world.

The media took the story and ran with it; everyone wanted to believe it was a bunch of black thugs, but in reality it was just a plain little country white girl. I sat in the back of the ambulance and laughed my ass off; everyone thought that I was suffering from post traumatic stress or some type of breakdown. But, I was laughing at how dumb and stupid the public was to believe that a group of black thugs would ever come into a small town unnoticed and unseen; someone would have reported something.

The media worked in my favor because they put fear in the hearts of white people when it came to black people. Blacks were considered thugs, violent, mean, rude, on welfare, and with no soul, and because of this I knew that was all I'd have to say to be a free girl. I could hear one of the police talking on his scanner radio.

"Round up all the niggers you can, we need something for the media."

Oh, yes, folks, another racial injustice!

Welcome to America.

Police cars went flying in and out of my little town, media from all across the world settled on this little town. Oh, how I wish I could kill all of them right on television, I wanted the entire world to experience all the pain that I'd felt all my life, but I knew I had to play it cool. I told my story into the camera, of how the bad black men came and sliced up my face, I told of how they hunted the white people down one by one and killed them like wild pigs. Once I said that, the looks on everyone's faces were anger, they wanted to go back to the slavery days and hang every nigger they could fine. Then I did my little fainting act and passed out. All the time, my four friends were right by my side.

"We have more killing to do," I whispered.

No one could see my friends, but I could. Many of the emergency workers thought I was losing my mind and talking to myself. They were baffled, but there was nothing wrong, I was just acting the part. My first stop was the nearest hospital, a million miles away, as far as I was concerned. I was given the royal treatment. I was escorted by cop cars, the sirens were sounding in the air, and I was basically being pampered by everyone.

"What's your name, little girl?" one of the ambulance workers said.

"My name is... ah, baby doll," I responded.

The worker just laughed, and I asked him what was so funny.

He replied, "I've never heard a name like that."

I wanted to kill his fat ass, but I kept cool and just sulked back into my seat. Then the nurse came and hit him on the shoulder.

"You fool; this child has gone through enough!"

She took me by the hand and we walked off. I gave Walter a look to go and kill the ambulance worker. Walter turned around and went after the worker as he was going into the closet for some medical equipment. Walter attacked him. Oh, so sad that no one could hear his scream. I watched as Walter strangled the life out of him. No one could see Walter and the others except for me, and all it looked like was that the ambulance worker was having a heart attack or some sort of seizer. I just smiled as the worker's eyes connected with mine; he could see death, he tried to call out, but no one could hear him. He was trying to tell them that I was the killer, but it was too late, his heart stopped.

Oh, what a shame! Oh well, he would never be able to laugh at me again. I went into a room where there were a ton of doctors waiting on my arrival. I played the shy little girl and did everything they asked. I was brought teddy bears and games; I was treated like a kid. I liked that feeling, but my friends didn't. They feared that I would get caught up in the emotions and forget about them. For just a split second, I loved that life, but I couldn't leave my friends behind.

All of them were in the room. I'd stare at them as the doctors looked me over. Samson was in the corner, making funny faces, and I just started laughing. The doctors and nurses thought that I was having some type of nervous breakdown, but I was just having fun with my friends. Emily was over by the nurses' station pulling out papers and causing the computers to malfunction. Johnny went around the hospital looking at naked patients; I could hear a woman scream as she thought she saw a man with a cowboy hat in her shower. Then another lady though she saw a man peaking in her room; I knew then it was Johnny, he was such a joker. Walter stayed with me as the rest ransacked the hospital.

After I was checked out by the doctors, a herd of police and detectives came. They had their cameras and recorders; they wanted to known everything all over again, but I played the tired role and told the doctors to make them go away. I didn't feel good, so the doctors made the police and detectives leave the room. They wanted that interview with me so bad that they could taste it.

I was laughing inside. _Stupid asses._

I played being asleep as I heard the doctors talk about how much surgery I would need on my face and how much psychiatric help I would need. One doctor told the detectives that I would never be a normal child again.

_News flash, lady, I was never a normal child,_ I said this to myself.

I rested for a bit, and the nurses came in with all kinds of pills. Walter motioned to me not to take them, and I refused the pills. The nurse was not happy, and demanded that I take the pills, that they would calm me down, and once again, I told her no. She tried to force me to take them, and that's when I saw Samson walk up and break her hands, arms, and fingers in so many places, I could hear her bones cracking like brittle wood. Then Samson put his one and half ton body on the nurse and squashed her.

Suddenly, someone was coming. I quickly told Samson to get rid of the body. Seeing that our room was small and open, the only thing he could do was ball the body up and hide it in the toilet. And so, he did. Samson balled the nurse's body up; the bones were cracking and guts were oozing out of the body. The sound it made was very uncomfortable, but we did what we had to do, and in walked another nurse looking for the first one. I quickly played asleep with the lights off. I could see my friends in the shadows of the dark room, waiting for the other nurse to make a wrong move. But when she saw that her friend, the other nurse, was not in the room, she left. I could see the worry on her face, thinking of where her friend could be. Well, she was in the toilet.

I made up my mind to leave; it was going to be noticed that I was behind all of this, so later that night my friends and I moved on. It was so easy getting in and out of the hospital; I just got my stuff and walked out. The security guard at the door was, of course, sleeping, and the nurses were too busy on the phone gossiping or talking amongst themselves. So I decided to politely walk out. As I was leaving, I could see the spirits of the emergency worker and the dead nurse. They tried to hunt me down, running after me, but they were stopped by Samson and Emily. I just laughed at them, and they began to scratch after me, but my friends were there to protect me. I wished that I could take their bodies back home and bury them in the walls of my house, because without their bodies they couldn't run free. But, I would accept this loss and move on to some small town nearby.

As Samson and Emily dealt with the spirits, I saw on the news that they were talking about the small town murders; they had pictures of black men posted on the screen. I never gave them any description except that they were black, and the police made up the rest. The public was in an outrage, they wanted the heads of these black people.

I could hear the nurses snickering, "Blacks are ghetto trash, and violent, we should have kept them as property."

When a black nurse came into the room, they'd quickly be quiet. I just smiled and saw how unfair society was; the way they accused one another with no proof. That's why I'd be killing until society had paid its debt. I quickly left; down the stairs and out of the door I went. There was no one around. I had to get some other clothing. All that night, we wandered around this big city, not knowing where to go or what to do. I'd never been in a big city before, everything was different, the big lights, the fast moving cars, the tall buildings, I was becoming very overwhelmed.

Finally, Walter stepped in and said we could make a life in the small town nearby. He showed me a map, and said only a few thousand people lived there, just enough for us to hunt all year 'round, and then we'd move on to the next town. But, I told Walter that I just wanted to settle down with them and live like a family. Unfortunately, Walter had killing in his blood; now that he had his eyes, he wanted to go hunting for blood again.

"Well, okay," I said, not really wanting to agree with him, but they were all I had, and I had to make them as happy as I could.

First, we headed off to a small shop that sold used clothing. I sent Walter in to get me some clothes, and, of course, there was a problem. Walter began to immediately argue with the shopkeeper over the price, but I knew that all Walter wanted to do was kill. He was so happy with his eyes that all he wanted was to make anyone feel the pain of death; I could see the worker in the window as he pulled out a shotgun and shot at Walter, but he was nothing more than an image and the bullets went right through him. The store worker was surprised and dropped his jaw as he watched Walter standing there, still laughing.

"You can't kill me, you ass," Walter said to the worker as he gouged his eyes out.

Blood squirted in the air as Walter crushed the man's eyeballs in his hands and then threw them onto the floor. By this time, I had decided to run in, but it was too late, the man was dead and his body lay lifeless on the floor. My friends and I quickly packed up all the things we needed and left, before the morning rush came. I scolded Walter and told him that we had to be very careful in the big city, and that we can't go on killing until we know what the city is like. He apologized and gave me a hug, but he was slowly changing; those eyes made him feel unbeatable and he wanted revenge.

The others loved the fact that we were on a killing spree and so did I, but I didn't want to get caught. As I changed in the alley and made my friends disappear to where only I could see them, I saw lines of police cars heading toward the hospital. As they did so, I got on a bus. I didn't want to be around for the surprise. People on the bus were looking all around to see what was going on, and on the bus radio I could hear the news. They were looking for me; they described me to a tee. I quickly slumped down in the seat so no one could see me.

As the bus stopped, it let on more people, and all of them looked like cops to me. Everyone wanted to sit by me, but I had Emily in the seat beside me. When I told the people no, not to sit there, they'd become upset. Johnny made faces in the background and Emily began to laugh. As I told the two of them to stop, people thought that I was crazy because I was talking to myself, and then I got off unnoticed after the next five stops. From there I caught a bus to a small town named White Leaf River. It was a small community, mostly farms and fine country living; the perfect place to settle in.

The news rarely reached this distant place, because most of the people were field workers, too busy tending their fields and animals. There was a small grocery store in town; I made Walter appear so that he could ask questions to find us a home. He asked everyone passing by if they needed a laborer on their farm. Many said no, leaving Walter ready to kill them, but one person looked at me and he finally straightened up. We sat on the corner begging for jobs and a place to live and kill. An old lady came up and said she heard that we were looking for work and that she would be able to help us. The lady went on to explain that he husband died and left a huge ranch for her to run. It was becoming too much for her to handle alone. Walter immediately told the lady that he could take care of the farm for her cheap. The old lady was happy and thanked her lucky stars that we popped in.

Walter then introduced me as his daughter and off we went in the old lady's truck, down a dirt road. I watched as Johnny played with his gun and Emily stared out the window. Then, as I looked out the window, I knew that this would be my home. The town was nice and quiet, a place where I could get my revenge, but for now we had to play it cool and keep a low profile.

The main city was buzzing with the news that members of a nearby hospital had been killed. I was hoping that the news bypassed this little town. As we rode, there were no houses for miles, just farm land, one after another. Then finally, forty-five minutes away, there was a big Victorian home with window after window, one after another. As we pulled into the driveway, I couldn't believe that this old lady stayed in this house all alone; so I asked and made sure that she did.

"Yes, young lady, I live all alone and need help!" she said.

I just smiled and began to think of all the bodies I could place in these walls, all the revenge I could take out on people in this house. I looked at my four friends and they looked at me, they were thinking the same thing that I was. As we rode around the massive driveway, it was such a beautiful sight, the land was well maintained, there were flowers in bloom; it looked as if we had just stepped into a garden oasis. As I looked out into the farm land, there had to be at least 100 acres there; this old lady grew every fruit imaginable and sold them at the market. She was well known for her fruits, but from the conversation on the drive home, she was not liked by most of her neighbors. She said that they were jealous, but I figured that she was a nasty old hag.

I walked around and got a good look at the place, it was so pretty, I was jumping with happiness inside and so were my friends. As the old lady opened the door to her home, it was a pigsty; the place stunk and looked as if she hadn't cleaned it in years.

"Why is the outside immaculate, and the inside a pigsty?" I asked.

The old lady looked at me and said, "Because I don't have a white trash servant like you to clean it, bitch!"

I didn't say another word, I was in shock, I couldn't believe this nice little old lady just called me a bitch. I wanted to ring her neck, now I knew for sure that adults wouldn't change, I knew in my heart that I had to take her out, but now was not the time. I could feel the anger building up in me, moment by moment. I slowly walked away and calmed myself down. I knew then that we had to get rid of her. Johnny came walking over in a bad mood.

"Do you want me to kill her now?" he shouted.

I just shook my head. I explained to my friends that we needed a home and that we needed to find out who this woman knew and then we could kill her. The old lady quickly gave me a bunch of chores to do, and then went away. I acted as if I didn't hear her and went to find my friends and me a room. As I was going up the long spiral staircase, I could see the old lady locking every door and window. She would constantly peek out the windows as if she was expecting someone. I didn't care; no one in this tiny town was a match for my friends and me.

I went upstairs and chose a room. Many of the rooms were large and beautiful, it seemed like this lady had had a daughter before; there were antique dolls all over the place and the room was made up for a little girl. So I decided to take that one. I let Emily stay with me and the boys found their own room.

I could hear the old lady calling me over and over again. "Little girl, come here, little girl, come her now!"

I wouldn't answer until I was ready, and that could be in two or three hours; that's how long I waited until I asked what she wanted. The old lady wanted me to go and tend to the fields. I said yes and walked off into my room, never going to the fields. Was she crazy? I was not some farm worker. I watched as Johnny and Samson just laughed and laughed at me; they thought that she was so hilarious. Well, I didn't, but they were just having harmless fun. Then a knock at the door came, and I ran down to open it. I didn't even ask who it was, I just opened the door. Standing at the door was an older gentleman; he was dressed very well, but once he smiled the stain from tobacco covered his teeth.

He tipped his hat, and asked, "May I come in?"

I didn't think twice, I let him into the house. The old lady was not happy at all, she started to push the gentleman out of the house, but he wouldn't budge until she answered his question.

"Mrs. Stewart, I want to buy your land, the price is very good," he said.

But she refused, and the man slammed his hat down on a coffee table, demanding that she sell the land.

That was when I jumped in and said, "Get the hell out!"

The man pushed me aside like an old rag doll. I was swaying back and forth from the heavy push, and then suddenly Johnny came down the stairs, pointed his gun at the man's head and let off one shot. The man's eyes looked as if he'd seen a ghost, and he very well did. I just smiled at Johnny.

"Good work, pal," I said as the man's lifeless body lay on the floor.

Blood began to ooze out of his head and then the old lady began to scream.

"Shut the hell up!" said Walter in his British accent.

But the women kept on screaming, the noise making Emily a little annoyed and she began to choke the woman. Before I could get Emily off of the lady, Emily had cracked her neck. I could see the lady's neck bone protruding out of her neck, there was blood splattered everywhere. Once the lady gurgled in her own blood, Emily ran to the corner like a little puppy.

"It's okay, we'll clean it up," I said as I gave Emily a big hug.

This was not the way I'd wanted to start out in a new town, but I had to play the hand that was dealt to me. I quickly got my thoughts together and asked Samson to go and move the vehicle driven by the gentleman and bury it in the cornfields. I watched as he took his husky body and squeezed through the door. Then out the window we all looked on as Samson picked up the vehicle as if it was made out of paper. With a few swings back and forth we watched as he threw it into the cornfield and stomped on it until it was deep in the ground. What a sight to see, it was as if I was in a dream land, a huge gorilla flinging cars through the air.

As that was going on, Emily, Johnny, Walter and I cleaned up the blood splatters and began to bury our victims in the walls. One by one, I cleaned and bathed their bodies, removing all of the impurities and once again I got a rush from cleaning dead bodies and preparing them for burial. Now that everyone was out of the way, the home would soon be ours. Walter searched around for papers and documents to put the home in my name, while Samson helped me stack the bodies in the walls. We searched all night, and the more we searched, the stranger things became. The old lady was a pack rat, she kept anything and everything; there were old books and musical instruments from the late 1800's, and the cellar was stocked with the finest wines.

Suddenly, I heard a movement in the darkness. I could see a shadow passing me out of the corner of my eye. I played it cool and waited for the shadow to pass again, and when it did, I was ready. As the shadow passed, I tripped it with an old cane and it fell. I could only see a little bit of the person as they tumbled down the lower stairs of the cellar.

"Down to the floor you go. Come up and show yourself," I said.

I wasn't afraid, more intrigued to see what or who it was. The person or thing began to move, it was covered in a long gray blanket. I couldn't see its face as it came up the stairs. I backed away a little and waited for it to approach the top of the staircase. As the figure arrived at the top, I was hissing and breathing very heavily.

"Coward, show yourself!" I spat with anger.
Chapter Four

The person removed the blanket that covered their body. It was something I had never seen before. The girl was over seven feet, she was very thin and frail, and I could see her skeleton as if she'd been starving for a long time. She was a mess and very dirty, the odor reeked from her body; her long blond hair was dirty and shaggy, and her big blue eyes could not stand the light as it shone in her face. I knew now why the old lady didn't want to sell her house and land; whatever this was, she'd been hiding it.

"You killed my mother," the girl said.

"I didn't," I replied.

The girl became angry and wanted to fight, but she was too weak, poor thing, such an ugly toad. I kicked her to her knees and watched as she fell to the floor. Because she had been in the cellar for so long, her back was hunched due to lack of height down there. This old lady had had her locked up for a reason, and I was about to find out why.

"Why are you down here?" I shouted.

At first, she said nothing; then she began to cry for her mother. What a pathetic creature; why cry for someone that locked you up in a cellar, why love someone who didn't love you? She told me of how her mother kept her down there so the other children would not tease her, because she was very big and tall for her age. She was often the town's subject of gossip; her mother became embarrassed and feared for her and that's why she was in the cellar, and that's why the cornfields were so tall and huge, so when she did go out, the large corn stalks would hide her from the public. But, on many occasions some children would sneak in and play in the field; often times becoming scared by her face and large size. So her mother finally kept her in the cellar.

I only had one question for her. "Do you want to get even?"

She replied, "I would enjoy it very much."

The odor and the scent that came from her body was very offensive, she must have been down in the cellar for months.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Susan," she replied.

I just smiled and told her that revenge was on the way. As I tried to take her hands to walk her up the stairs, she snatched them back; she was very afraid of the stairs. As I was talking to Susan to come up the stairs, Emily came crawling down. She was very jealous, she attacked Susan, but this time I got control of her. I reminded Emily that there was nothing for her to be afraid of, that I would never leave her; she would always be my friend. Then Emily let go and off she went back upstairs.

"Who were you talking to, and why did you attack me?" asked Susan.

"I didn't attack you," I replied.

But Susan insisted. Then I realized that she couldn't see my friend, so I just told her that it was a ghost, and I pulled her by the hands and took her upstairs. I could feel Susan's hands shaking, she was very afraid to come up there, but I held on tight to her hands until her skin began to fall off, it was very gross. The skin on Susan's hands just seemed to peel off, as if it has been rotting for years. I could see Walter and Samson hold their breath.

"She stinks!" shouted Johnny.

I just smiled and took Susan to the bathroom where I told her to get washed up and to stay in the tub for a while until the horrible odor left her body. Susan complied and off she went into the bathroom. I had Emily keep an eye on her.

"You're getting soft on me," said Johnny.

He startled me for a moment, as I came out of the bathroom. "Don't worry, Johnny, you're still my number one," I replied.

But, in my heart, I was becoming afraid; Johnny and the others were starting to scare me, but I had to remain in control.

To make Johnny trust me, I shouted, "Once she gets her revenge on the town, we will kill her."

Johnny was very excited, he loved to shoot someone. I went downstairs to explain Susan to everyone, and told them that she would be a part of out team for now! Most of them were not happy, but they knew it would not last. I only wanted to blame the murders on her. She would be my scape goat once I killed the town.

Walter went back to search for any old deeds to the place, I sat down on the couch and fantasized about how I would run this little town, just me and my friends. As I was daydreaming, I could hear Walter running up the stairs.

"I found some papers, this lady is loaded!"

I quickly grabbed the papers out of Walter's hand and looked them over quickly. He was right, the lady was loaded; she had millions in the bank in old stocks and bonds. Walter even brought up some loose bills.

I said to myself, _We have finally hit the jackpot!_

I ordered Walter to show me where he'd found this, and off we went down to the cellar. Behind an old wooden door that was blocked by old trunks and boxes laid my gold mine. Cash and bonds were everywhere; it was like a hidden treasure chest. My friends and I began to jump for joy, now I began to realize why the old lady kept the place in such a mess; she never wanted anyone to see that she was hiding important things. She hid just about everything, even her daughter. Walter, Johnny and I dug through the papers; we found the house deeds and signed them over to me. For once in my life, I had my own home and I had enough money to last me forever.

Then suddenly, Walter said in a nasty tone, "Well, you'll have to get rid of your friend Susan before you can have any of this, she is next in line to the throne."

I was furious, I wanted to kill her right then and there, but I stopped and explained to Walter that she had to do my dirty work and then we would get rid of her. Everyone agreed and my statement put all their minds to rest. First thing in the morning I would let Susan loose on all of the town's children and people, they deserved what was coming to them. Suddenly, I could hear loud feet thumping from upstairs. I quickly ran up and saw Susan lying naked on her old bed playing with her dolls. She was one of the most hideous sights I'd ever seen; even a bath couldn't make Susan smell or look any prettier. I watched as she stroked her old doll's hair, and she began to cry for her mother. I couldn't bear to see her cry; it was heart-wrenching; so I closed the door and quietly told her to put on some clothes. I forgot for a minute that we had killed her mother, but I quickly changed my emotions, I couldn't let the others see me like this. I told everyone to get a good night's rest and first thing in the morning we would clean this place from top to bottom, and then the killings would begin.

I could see my imaginary friends getting settled into their new home, Samson was eating all the food as usual, Johnny was playing with his gun, Emily was crawling up and down the walls, and Walter was being a nerd, reading over all the papers. Oh, yes this was the family that I had always wanted; this was the place I saw in my dreams! I always wanted this type of life, and finally I'd gotten it. I went up to my new room, which was the old lady's and found that it stunk terribly. I called Emily to help me clean it up, seeing that Susan was back into her old room. As Emily and I cleaned, we found all kinds of things, from golden rings to fancy clothing. This lady was once an important socialite, but when her daughter came out looking hideous, she was shunned by the townspeople.

Emily and I lay in the great big king-sized bed with clean sheets and fluffed pillows. After that long cleaning, I became very tired and sleepy. As I drifted off, I could hear the old lady in the wall screaming at me.

"You, bitch, don't let Susan out!"

Then I saw all the people that I had killed before, they seemed to all be waiting on me, pulling at my gown, they were angry. I could feel the evil spewing from their bodies, the room became extremely hot, I could see their evil faces floating through the room, I could see the wall beginning to move like waves on the ocean, but I wasn't afraid. I wanted everyone to feel all the pain that I had felt for so many years, I wanted everyone to suffer, whether it be on earth or in hell, and besides, the spirits were savages themselves. They began to feed on each other, the old lady was the first victim, I could hear her screams and cries, and the next thing I knew it was morning and the sun was shinning bright. Emily and I had overslept, but someone was awake and that was Johnny cooking for the entire family.

"Come on down, Miss Sunshine," said Johnny.

Johnny went on to explain how he didn't want to wake me because I looked so peaceful. I cracked a sarcastic grin and sat down, forgetting all about Susan for a moment.

"Where's Susan?" I finally asked.

"Oh, the thing is back in the cellar!" shouted Samson.

I quickly went back downstairs and got Susan. I had to pull her by the hands to make her get up the stairs. Finally, I reminded her that the children who teased her were upstairs and it was time for her to get her revenge. Suddenly, I saw a change in her; she was blank in the face, I could hear her hunched back cracking as she straighten it up for the first time in years. Then Susan balled her fists, and anger grew in her heart, just the way I wanted. And, without any effort, I saw her walk up the stairs with her head held high.

Once I got her upstairs, I asked her to sit and eat breakfast while Samson built a chain on the cellar door. I got a good look at Susan and she was ugly, her face was lopsided, her head was twice the size it should be and she was too tall. She had some type of deformity and illness. I watched as she sniffed the food on the table and then scoffed it down. She ate just as much as Samson and then let out a big burp. We all began to laugh, and for the first time so did Susan.

As I looked out the window, all I saw was nothing more than cornfields, and I told Susan that she could go out and play for the day and to take Emily with her. I looked on as Susan ran through the door grabbing Emily by the hands and off into the cornfield they went. I could see Susan's big giant body brushing the corn crops to the sides. Meanwhile, inside, Walter had the day already planned. We were going to go and change the documents over. I was thrilled that I could finally have my own family and the biggest killing field in the world.

"Well, let's go," said Walter.

Walter and I drove down to the city Hall. It was so old and outdated, the old woman behind the counter could barley see, much less handle our document, but she was the only person there and this would be an easy trade. Walter fixed himself up really well, a nice suit, and that sweet British accent of his. I watched as he charmed the old lady behind the counter and within minutes, we had our paper filed.

"That's the way it's done," said Walter sarcastically.

I just smiled as we walked out of the office with our paper and courthouse seal in hand. As I looked back, I could see that the old lady seemed bewildered and was covered in some type of white goo-like slime.

"What is that?" I asked Walter.

For a second or two Walter didn't want to answer me, but I insisted and he told me that they'd been showing themselves too much, and as imaginary friends they were leaving their dimension. I could see Walter was getting weak, and then my head began to hurt, it felt as if someone was hitting me in the head with a hammer. Everything began to echo in my head, the sun became brighter and the next thing I knew I was home with all of my friends looking over me. They seemed to be withering away! I quickly woke up, and then they appeared.

"That was a close call," said Samson.

I then realized that they couldn't stay alive unless I was alive. I played it off, but I knew that something was seriously wrong with me. I couldn't let my friends know that, I didn't want them to be afraid of losing me and their freedom from their dimension. From now on, I told everyone, we would remain on the farm and to preserve their energies, I would do all the talking to anyone that came along. After everyone's minds were at ease, I looked out into the cornfields, and what graced my eyes was a horrible site. A dog had wandered into the fields and Susan had hunted it down and killed it, ripping off its head and tearing the dog's mouth apart. It was as if I was back in time when the nomads hunted for their food.

I quickly ran out and dragged Susan back into the house. She was not happy at all, blood was all over her and she was laughing with joy. As I looked back, I could see the dog's body still shaking and shivering on the ground, a soft moan came from its last breathe and this set hell up in Susan's ass. She ran out to the dog and began to kick and tear it apart even more. I gave up and pulled her by her head while motioning for Johnny to come and help. He came out running with his gun in hand, as I knew he would.

"Slow down, I just want you to help me get her in the house," I said.

It took us both to drag her big body inside. As we did, she quickly covered her face, as if she was ashamed, but I encouraged her that she was doing a good job, and to keep practicing for when someone came along.

"She's a liability, get rid of her," said Walter.

But I paid him no attention; I wanted Susan around for a reason, to take the blame for my killings.

A few weeks passed and we all stayed in the house cleaning and brushing it up a bit. I found so many gadgets and antiques, Johnny loved the old trains that he found, and Walter loved the old books. As for Samson, he just loved making a mess by throwing things around to move them out of the way for cleaning. When all was said and done, we had tons of garbage outside for the dump truck to take away. Emily tormented Susan by chasing her up and down the stairs, and twisting her neck side to side, but eventually Susan got used to it and just brushed Emily aside like a rag doll. It was fun to see my family living the way that we had imagined, but the fun was over, I was hungry for blood.

It was time for Susan to get her payback. All that night, I told Susan how she could get revenge on all the children that teased her and caused her mom to keep her locked in the cellar. I could see Susan's wheels turning in her head, and then a devilish grin came across her face.

"Kill them all!" she said out loud as she pounded her fist on the table.

This was great to me; I had finally got her to where she was feeling the urge to get even. I told her the next day we would go hunting for all the kids that hurt her. Susan was so excited; she picked Emily up and threw her in the air with a feeling of joy. Then she ran upstairs and didn't come back down for the rest of the night, but I could hear her big feet pacing the floor back and forth. I could see the rest of the family wasn't happy.

"Are you leaving us out?" asked Johnny.

"I would never leave any of you out," I replied.

I let all of them know that we'd all be in the killing fields tomorrow. Johnny became so excited that he ran to clean his guns, Samson began to do back flips, Walter just smiled and Emily got her scariest face ready. As for me, I wanted to, but there was something wrong inside of my head. I just wanted to be normal and have a family, but I didn't want to lose my imaginary friends; they were all I had, they were the only ones that took care of me when no one else would. And besides, I promised them that I would never leave them. I dared not show fear on my face, I didn't want Johnny or the others to ever feel like I was going to leave them, I was also afraid they'd come after me, so I went along with their need for death.

All that night everyone seemed to be so happy. As I felt myself sulking, I quickly cheered up; I didn't want to give them any reason to think that I was softening up.

Then Walter came into the room and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I quickly changed my tone and told him I was thinking about where I would put all of the new dead bodies. Walter was so happy to hear that response that he burst out with a great big laugh. Then I began to laugh with him, but I wasn't feeling it, but, what the hell, I made myself enjoy the moment.

As I lay in bed that night; for the first time I could see all the dead people walking through the room. They were turning things over, they began to walk through walls and throw books across the room. Every single person we'd killed was now in my bedroom, I didn't flinch one bit, but it was kinda strange that their spirits were out. Then it dawned on me, someone must have found my stash of dead bodies in my home town. I jumped out of bed and became very upset; I could see the spirits laugh and point at me, their facial expressions were that of hatred. I could feel a hand coming around my neck, the stench from the hand was like rotting flesh. I quickly turned around and saw my mother's face; she was laughing hysterically and shouting something, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out.

From what I could make out, those words were, "They are coming for you."

Then she disappeared into the closet. I jumped up and shouted her name, but she was long gone, and I watched as the other ghosts just ran through the house destroying everything. I could hear Johnny shooting his guns, but it did no good, you can't kill what's already dead.

As I walked down the stairs, I felt an eerie hand push me down the stairs. Luckily, I landed safely at the bottom. I cursed the night visitors that had begun to torment and scare the hell out of me, but I stood up to them. I became stronger when I was joined by Emily, Walter, Johnny, and Samson. Samson began to burst through the crowd of ghosts. They hissed and clawed at Samson, but he wasn't afraid, he pushed the spirits aside and sent them flying through the air. Johnny was shooting his gun like a mad man, it did no good because the spirits were already dead, but it made Johnny happy, he loved to shoot his guns and now he had a reason to do it all night.

I began to shout and ordered the creatures to leave, but they were there for one purpose only, and that was to torment me at every chance they got. But, by this time, I was becoming more angry and upset. I looked over to the coffee table and saw a Bible. I opened it up and it scared the daylights out of them, they became stunned, and many couldn't move. Their flesh began to rot and fall from their bones, some of the spirits pulled their hair out and many jumped out the windows. I began to laugh as they once did; then suddenly they disappeared. But, before I could claim victory, I looked over to the wall where I'd buried Susan's mother and her male visitor, and their bodies were gone! The ghosts had dug a hole in the wall and torn the bodies out.

I was upset, I began to scream, and anger showed through my eyes. One thing I didn't like was for anyone to touch my bodies; they were mine and mine alone. I wanted to get revenge, and now that I knew Susan's mother's spirit was loose, I had to keep her away from Susan. I quickly ran up the stairs, and saw a figure over Susan's bed. She was fast asleep through all the noise and commotion. The figure was trying to wake her, but Susan wasn't budging, and I demanded the demon to get out of the room. I held up the Bible and opened it into the air. The demon turned around and roared as fire burned its body from the inside out. I could see that it was Susan's mother, and I walked up and placed the Bible next to her skin. She burst into flames, leaving nothing but ashes. I just smiled and covered Susan back up with her blanket and left the room.

As I came back downstairs to re-join the others, I could see the demons fleeing; this made me feel more powerful and stronger. Walter was a little worried though, he knew that somehow the police or someone had found all the dead bodies, someone had awakened the demons. Everyone seemed worried. Emily began to cry, even with my comforting, she didn't stop.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

She told me that if the authorities caught me, they'd put me into a crazy house and keep me on drugs that would cause me not to see her again. I told Emily that I'd never let that happen, that we'd kill anyone who dared to destroy our family. Emily was happy and gave me a big hug, but I had an idea. After our killing spree in this little town, we would blame it on Susan and then leave to live in the mountains of Canada. Everyone was happy, and I convinced them that with all the money that the old lady left behind we would never want for anything. Everyone agreed and we had to plan our next move. As the rooster belted out its wakeup call, we all stood over Susan's bed, waking her up.

"Get up, Susan, it's time to go hunting," said Walter.

Susan jumped up and was ready to go; apparently she'd been dreaming about this for a while. It was early in the morning; I could hear those rude children at the school bus stop. I chained Susan up like a wild dog, and when all the parents said their goodbyes and pulled off, I let Susan loose. She ran through the cornfield like a wild dog and then to the bus stop. When she approached, I could hear the children screaming, but not for long. Susan cracked their necks one by one, and then dragged their bodies through the cornfield. We all stood and watched to make sure she did a good job.

The sounds of the children screaming filled the air. One by one, Susan ripped their heads from their bodies. I sent Samson over to collect the dead bodies for me. I watched as he hung the lifeless bodies in his hands. For the first time in a while, I felt the feeling of enjoyment. I missed the killings. As my attitude changed, I ordered more and more killings. As the children at other school bus stops waited on their buses, I sent Samson in. He came rushing through the cornfields, scaring the children half to death. As he burst out of the long stalks, the children's jaws dropped, and they were paralyzed with fear. Samson jumped into the crowd of kids, killing them instantly. He began to throw some of the children into the air, and when they landed, the impact was so great, it crushed their bodies.

Emily couldn't wait to go in and scrape up the guts from the ground. The remaining children began to run, but not for long. Johnny shot them in the back one by one, then Walter came in and scared some of the children by pulling his eyes out of their sockets. The terrifying screams fell on deaf ears, because the town was so isolated no one could hear them, but I did, and the sound was oh so beautiful. With those fears and those heart-wrenching screams, I was paying back everyone in the world who had ever hurt me.

People might call me a monster, but I was the monster they'd created. I watched as Susan ran through the crowd of children with her massive body. Her head was so big that it caused her to tilt to the side. I saw why everyone was afraid of Susan, she was a hideous creature, but she was doing the job I wanted her to do. One by one, we scared and killed the children until nothing more was left than their blood on the lonely dirt road. In all, we made a good catch, we had about thirty bodies, and I couldn't wait to get them home to plant in my walls. But, before we left, we sat and waited for the school bus driver.

As the driver pulled up, he looked around in amazement; he was almost afraid to open the door. I quickly sent Emily to use her ability to slither like a snake and get under the bus, and when he opened the door attack! She was glad to do this. And, sure enough, as the driver opened the door, Emily appeared to him. He began to scream as she twisted her head all the way around to her back. To top it off, she looked like a dead corps. I laughed as the driver screamed; stupid guy; screaming for help where no one could hear him. Emily jumped onto the driver and snapped his neck. The driver went down to the floor and died. She then dragged the body back to me. I gave her a pat on the head for a job well done, then I had Samson destroyed the bus. He threw it into the air and we watched as it crashed into the cornfields causing a big explosion. We watched as the fields burned, and then the smoke seemed to die down from the heavy winds that came out of nowhere. But we'd already made our catch for the day, and it was time to go home.
Chapter Five

We laughed all the way home about the way the children freaked out when they saw Samson. It was a great day, I had my bodies to put in the walls and everyone had had fun. But there was still something that I needed to do. I had to find out if the bodies from my old home town had been found. Once we got home, I immediately started cleaning the bodies and placing them in the walls. They looked so peaceful and happy to be dead, but something was wrong, they started decaying in seconds. I watched as their flesh fell off. I quickly gathered the decaying flesh in my hands and buried it in the walls. I ran to the television and turned on the news, and there it was, my little town was all over the news. They called them the most brutal murders they'd ever seen.

I watched as they pulled out body after body. My skin began to crawl as I watched the police pull out my works of art. I cursed them and clenched my fist. I stared at the TV and watched intensely as they pulled the bodies out and tried to identify them. As I looked away, I saw a ghostly figure pass the screen and give a wicked laugh at me. A detective by the name of Robert Hall came on the TV and pleaded for the community to keep a look out for me. I watched as he kept a picture of me on the screen for several minutes. Every news media seemed to be there, and my picture was all over the news. I quickly ran into the kitchen, grabbed the scissors and began to cut my hair like a boy. Every bit of it was on the kitchen floor.

"What a weird look," said Johnny as he burst out laughing.

I reminded him that this was no time to play around; sooner or later we would be caught if we didn't pack up and move. I asked Samson and Johnny to get our things ready, grab as much cash as they could, and fill the old truck with our things. As we were doing this, about an hour had passed, and when we turned the television set back on, Detective Hall was back on with a picture of me. This time he was showing the video tape of me at the hospital, and in it all the public saw was me killing those nurses. There was no one else there, even though I didn't do it. I quickly looked over at my friends.

"No one could see us, only you," said Walter.

When these words left his mouth, I was afraid for the first time; my mind began to wonder, I started to doubt my fascination with dead bodies. But, it was too late to turn back now; I had to fight, even if that meant killing everyone. Deep down inside, I felt as if my friends had betrayed me, but I didn't want to put up a fight now. Every time I looked away from the television set and then looked back, they had something new. It was another video tape of me killing the store clerk in our town. The first set of detectives missed that tape; they were too worried about the media attention and star power.

One reported asked Detective Hall, "So, the police department has been outsmarted by an eleven year old girl?"

Detective Hall made no comments, but instead asked that the reporter be removed; this was a disgrace for the police department. They were all wondering how the other detective missed this critical piece of evidence. Walter and the others thought that this was funny, to see the police scramble. The police and the FBI joined forces to track me down, and I knew that I had to move fast. I left the remaining bodies and was ready to pack up and move, but before I left I let Susan loose on the world. I told her to go and get her revenge on the world, and when I said those words, she was off and running; knocking over anything in her sight.

We gathered anything of value, and off we went, leaving Susan terrorizing the town. She was destroying everything in her path. There were a few times that she looked back and wanted to come with us, and there were also a few times that I held back my tears. I had really taken to Susan. She was a hideous creature, but I really liked her. I couldn't afford to bring her with us; she would just cause a distraction. I kept looking out of the back window until Susan was out of sight, but the last image I saw of her was heart-wrenching, she had cried out for us. For a minute, everyone seemed to be sad.

Then suddenly, Walter looked at me and said, "She would only be a liability."

I disagreed and wanted her with us; she was the perfect addition to our group. Then suddenly, Walter stopped and began to turn around. As he did, I could see Susan in the rear mirror. I was so happy; then all of a sudden, a gunshot went off. The blast was so loud that it rocked my eardrums. I saw Susan flop to the ground, and her body began to shake. I watched as the blood trickled down the dirt road. It was a sheriff in a truck with a few of his men, and before asking questions, they'd shot first!

"We must go," said Walter.

As we were pulling out, one of the sheriff's boys spotted us, and began to chase us. I sent Samson to attack them. He burst out of the truck and off he went, turning over the police truck. I watched as the sheriff and his boys went flying through the air.

Then I said in an angry voice, "Break their necks now!"

I watched as Samson ripped their necks away from their bodies and placed them in the center of the dirt road for everyone to see. Then I calmly went over to Susan, but she was long gone; I saw her spirit leave her body. She looked at me and smiled. I knew there was nothing else I could have done, but I was having a pity party, blaming myself for her death, but we went on.

Walter had to pull me away from Susan's body, telling me, "We must go."

And indeed, we had to. The town's people were coming and they were a mob. They had murder in their eyes. The news had gotten out, and all their children were missing. Walter quickly pulled off the side of the dirt road and into the cornfields; we had to hide there. The mob was so large that we didn't want to take a chance of being captured. We watched as the mob passed us, not noticing that we were in the tall cornfields. One man stopped as if he sensed something, and before I could grab him, Emily did. Sneaking up behind the man and dragging his body into the cornfields. With one twist of the neck, Emily broke it and every bone in there. The man's head just wobbled to the side.

Some of the town's people were crying, some were calling out for their children; while others were chanting, "Kill the bastards!"

This was not good for us. Somehow, we were ratted out to the police; someone must have noticed me. I told Walter that we had to get out of this town and start our way to Mexico or Canada. For the first time, I saw fear on Walter's face. It looked as if he saw a ghost of his own; he'd become worried.

"Oh, don't you quit on me now!" I shouted.

Walter seemed as if he wanted to throw in the towel and give up, but as I looked at him some more, and looked into his eyes, I saw for the first time what he was staring at. It was a herd of ghosts; each person that had died at our hands, from the children to the adults, from the old woman to the storekeeper. All of them were now reunited with their bodies and they were at peace. But, now they were coming after us. They began to move through the cornfields like slithering snakes; their heads would pop in and out of the tall ears of corn.

One of the ghosts came over and bit Emily on the neck and carried her away like a dog carries its young. I could hear Emily screaming. I ran over to try and save her, but everything was moving too fast, the world seemed to be spinning. Johnny began to shoot his guns, hitting some of the ghosts in the face. I watched as the bullets took off some of their rotting flesh. The ghosts became angrier and ran after Johnny, but he wasn't afraid; he just kept on laughing, and shooting his guns in the air.

For a moment, everything went silent; even though Johnny was shooting, the people of the town couldn't hear or see what was going on. Then I began to wonder, maybe I was losing my mind, maybe my friends weren't real? The moment I started thinking this, I could see Johnny and the others begin to disappear into a thin white smoke that the breeze started to take away.

"Snap out of it," said Walter.

By me hearing his voice, I quickly snapped out of it, and then Johnny and the others re-appeared.

"That was another close call," said Walter as he looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

But there was no time for arguing; the entities were coming after us. Johnny was still fighting with some of the ghosts; then Walter joined in. As for Samson, he was chasing down the ghost that still had Emily in its jaw. He began to run through the crowd, pushing down all the ears of corn. Then suddenly, he caught up with the ghost, and when he had the entity in his sights, he reached out and grabbed a hold of it, punching and kicking it to the floor. Finally, it let go of Emily. I ran over and gave her a big hug. She had tears in her eyes.

I whispered in her ear, "You guys will always be my friends," and it seemed to echo to the others, and they began to fight some more.

Johnny continued to shoot his gun through the air, hitting anything in sight. The bullets began to pierce the flesh of the entities. Emily then began to slither through the cornfield and sneak up on the ghosts. She crawled up their legs and began to break their necks. Every time she broke one of their necks, one would grow back. It was almost as if these creatures could not be killed. But Samson, Emily, Walter, Johnny and I fought, and we began to kill as many of the creatures as we could.

One of the ghosts chased me all across the cornfield; when suddenly I fell down into a deep trench. The ghost came flying in and bit me on the face. I thought I was a goner, but Emily slithered in and broke the ghost's neck over and over, until he couldn't grow another. Then a light burst out of the entity's body and burst into flames, all that was left were ashes.

Meanwhile, the town's people were coming; they were moving faster and faster, their feet on the ground setting off a tidal wave. I had no idea what to do; I was surrounded, people were everywhere with shotguns and fire hoses. I could see one of the entities pass by me quickly, go over to one of the citizens, and whisper something in her ear. Even though the woman couldn't see the ghost, somehow she could hear its voice.

The next thing I knew, the woman shouted, "They're in the cornfields, torch that mother fucker!"

And sure enough, I heard the trucks and the people reversing and coming back to the spot where I was. I quickly ducked under the huge ears of corn as the citizens passed by in their trucks. One man stood right over my head and didn't seem me; that was a close call. Then, the next thing that happened was the man lit a cigarette and torched the cornfield. Once he did it, everyone else joined in. The fields were now ablaze, fire had sprouted up everywhere. The town's people were still moaning for their children, and I was not about to give up. Why should they have the joy of a perfect life when my own was nothing more than a hell hole?

The people of the town gathered around in a circle and waited for the cornfield to burn. There was no way I was getting out of here; Samson was still chasing the ghosts off, but it was too late, the spirits were leading the citizens to where I was.

"I see something," shouted an old man.

And then the citizens came running. Samson and the others fought for a while, but it was no good, there were too many town's people and not enough of us, but we put up a great fight.

I shouted to my friends, "Never give up or give in!"

After those words left my lips, a war was on. We began to fight the town's people, scaring them half to death with the ghostly looks of Emily, and the huge size of Samson. Johnny was ready and willing to shot his gun, and so he did. All through the cornfields he chased the town's people, shooting and killing them one by one. The citizens were in a rage of panic, not being able to see my friends all the time. They began to shoot anything in sight, hoping to hit one of them, but in reality they were shooting at nothing more than my imagination.

Samson used his massive size to knock people over, throw them through the air, and when they landed the sight was not pretty, most landed with a corn stalk through their heart, or on the ground with all of their bones broken. One man was so afraid of what he'd seen that he put a shotgun to his head and took his own life, what a coward. Walter was running through the fields, mainly chasing the women, and once caught he would slit their throats. He loved this feeling and began to enjoy it. He was looking for anyone to pass him so that he could decapitate them.

As for me, I was enjoying the view, the scenery of blood flying through the air, the ability to control my thoughts, the power to make the entire world pay for what they'd done to me. Not one time from that point on did I move or begin to be afraid; my mind was at peace, and as I stood there facing the sun, a wonderful idea came to me. If I could make three imaginary friends to do my bidding, why not make hundreds to defeat the town? At that moment, I grinned from ear to ear. I had come up with the perfect solution to my problems. As the others were fighting and the town's people were in a fit of rage about their children, I knelt in the middle of the cornfield and conjured up more of my imaginary friends, from a super-size black elephant, to a knight in shinny armor that carried a large sword, and even hundreds of little demons and imps that foamed and drooled at the mouth. I could see a thick cloud of smoke puffs rise in the air, and then the earth seemed to shake; the people of the town were crying for Jesus, they fell to their knees weeping and praying.

"You fools!" I shouted.

Soon my plans were hatched, the demons came out of nowhere, the black elephant was pounding on the floor, and then the knight came out on his horse and began to rush through the crowds. I remember the people screaming, and I could see the demons feeding on their flesh; gunshots filled the air, and the smell of dead carcasses was everywhere. But, the town's people would not give up easily, they began to fight back, even though hundreds of them were losing their lives, they insisted on fighting. Because of this, more blood was shed; I gave them the option of quitting now, but they wouldn't, calling me a demon child. Because of this I waged war on their town; demons were coming up out of the earth, snatching their victims and eating them whole, some were even taking bodies back below the ground; women and even grown men were screaming and crying.

Then I saw Detective Hall, he was passing by in an unmarked truck. His eyes looked as if he'd been weeping for days; he was clearly upset. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at me, then pulled the trigger and shot, but Emily jumped in the way to save me. The detective was in shock that I wasn't harmed by his bullet. I could hear him whispering to his officers, but by the time I could make out the words I was feeling a little woozy. Then I fainted to the ground; the last thing I remembered was the fact that I'd hit the ground. I saw all of my imaginary friends vanish into thin air like clouds of smoke. I remember Walter running up to me, telling me to get up, but my body was so weak that I could hardly move.

"Get up, get up, they're coming for you!" shouted Walter.

But I was paralyzed, and the next thing, Walter vanished into thin air. I could hear him screaming all the way into oblivion. Then the world was dark, and an eerie silence came upon me. I was trapped in my own body, and then there was nothing.

Soon, maybe months or years had passed, I woke up surrounded by guards and encased in a square Plexiglas box. I quickly jumped up and cowered in a corner to gather my thoughts. When the guards saw that I was awake, they quickly paged a Dr. Olivia John over the intercom system. The speakers were so loud that my head began to pound over and over, until I had to cover my ears with a pillow. Everyone was looking at me as if I was some type of experiment. I banged on the glass, but no one paid any attention to me, they didn't even look at me. The glass was so thick that my words couldn't be heard; as I looked around the room it was so sterile and tidy.

Soon, a young doctor walked into the room, her blond hair was pinned up in the back. She walked fast, as her white doctor's coat flapped in the wind, and her big blue eyes came into contact with mine. She ordered the guards to open the speaker box into my room, and then she asked, "Can you hear me?"

I nodded yes. She went on to tell me that I had been asleep for months, and that I had committed numerous murders. I just stared at her, and she kept asking me why'd I do it. At first, I didn't want to answer her, and I kept asking for my friends.

"What friends?" she asked.

I listed all the names of my friends, but Dr. Olivia told me that there were no friends that what I'd been seeing was in my mind, but I told her that she was wrong and that my friends were there with me. Soon, Dr. Olivia told me to turn and watch the TV monitor. As I did so, she showed me a video of me doing all the killings; the one in the store, the killings in the hospital, and the killings all over my town. As I looked at the screen, all I could see was me picking up cars and fighting grown men. But, where were Walter, Samson, Johnny, and Emily? They were all there with me, but on the video tape I was doing it all by myself, I was in a state of shock.

I shouted, "You are lying, you bitch!"

But the doctor continued to show me pictures from the small town where Detective Robert Hall had to tranquilize me to stop me from killing more people. On the pictures and in the video, I was the only one doing the killing; I was running through the cornfields like the speed of light, I was the one killing all of the children at the school bus stop. But, how could this be? I was just a mere strong little girl. That was the same question that Dr Olivia wanted to know, but I had no answer for her. I just kept on looking at the screen, waiting to see someone else, but indeed, it was only me on those tapes doing all the killing. It was only me running through the cornfields killing and shooting people and it was only me collecting the dead bodies. But, something must have been wrong; there was no way I could have done all of that by myself.

I quickly said, "I don't believe you, you're lying to me."

But the doctor assured me that she wasn't lying, and that I was going to prison if I didn't give her a reason why I did these horrible acts. But, I had no reason, and I was now becoming confused. I then demanded to have a lawyer, but she just smiled and said that the prison would eat me alive. I didn't care; I spit at the glass, and Dr. Olivia walked away.

Soon I was left by myself. My head began to hurt once more. The doctor ordered the cube be closed so the only thing that I'd be able to stare at was the four walls. When the cube was closed and the lights were out, that was the way I wanted it. Maybe my friends would return, and that they did; they all were standing there in a corner of my room, dripping with blood.

"What in the hell happened?" I asked.

Johnny told me how all the demons and ghosts I'd created turned on them; that my mother was long dead, but she was waiting on them in the pits of hell. I could see that they'd all been through a lot. I told them that I'd make it right, but I was locked up, being charged with numerous counts of murder. I could see the sadness in their eyes as I began to talk of going away. I also mentioned that I was the only one doing all of the killings and that they were not a part of it, like I thought.

"They're lying to you," said Johnny.

For a minute, I didn't know what to believe. Then I heard Dr. Olivia coming again, I could hear the barricades being opened. Soon her face appeared by the Plexiglas.

"Who are you talking too?"

I didn't answer, apparently she had been watching me on a video surveillance camera, but I didn't care because she'd never believe me anyway. I watched Johnny and Walter in the corner of the room telling me not to say anything. As the doctor kept on asking, I played as if I didn't hear or see them. Then there was the marching of feet, as if someone was in a hurry, it was Detective Robert Hall.

"So, we meet again. What's your name?" said the detective.

I shrugged my shoulders and ignored him. He began to bang on the glass over and over, but it didn't scare me, my mother used to do the same thing when she was angry. I just smiled and blew him a kiss.

I could hear him telling the others; "She's a demon child."

He walked off, vowing to make me pay. Johnny was in the corner of the room laughing as if it was hysterically funny. Soon the doctor ordered the guards to put back up the barricades and move away. At first, I just thought they were going away, but then I heard a footstep come back and a voice shouted.

"You will pay!" it was Detective Hall.

I waved at the surveillance camera and gave him another big kiss. Soon I could see white smoke coming into the room, filling the air. I began to choke and called for help, but there was no one coming to my rescue. I could see my friends fading away; Doctor Olivia had given me a double dose of sleeping gas, all I could remember was the room turning pitch black, and nothing else.
Chapter Six

Days had gone by, and when I woke up I was attached to all kinds of experimental machines. I had a catheter, IV solution, and I was chained to the bed, not able to move, and with all kinds of wires running in and out of my body.

"I'm so glad you could join us," said Doctor Olivia.

I just continued to look around, still feeling a little woozy. The room began to spin and spin. It was the after effects from the gas, they were overwhelming. I began to throw up and puke out blood. Soon the doctor ran into the room, pulling out all the tubes from my body, but it did no good, I was still sick to my stomach. She laid me on my stomach, where I began to throw up even more, but I felt much better. I was brought a glass of water by a guard holding a stun gun. I wished I had the strength to break free, but I was well drugged. Dr. Olivia let me rest for a while as she took notes from my EKG. Her facial expressions were going up and down as she read the results. It couldn't be good; maybe I really was crazy, but there was no time for me to relax.

The doctor came back into the room with the guards and tied me back down, then she stuck the plugs and cords back into me, trying her best to see what was wrong with me, but there wasn't anything wrong, I just wanted to get revenge on the world. Dr. Olivia did her best to try and convince herself that there must be an explanation as to what was wrong with me. She showed me the images of all the murders I'd done, but I gave her no emotion. Then she showed me that I was talking to myself just a few minutes ago, but I told her that she was dead wrong. I let her know that there was someone there, and they would get me out of this.

All of my talk made Dr. Olivia upset and she decided to give me some shock therapy, but it didn't work; I liked the pain. In fact, it made me even more angry than I was before. Anger was what caused my friends to come out and play. Soon the lights in the facility went out; I could feel myself becoming stronger and stronger. I saw the fear on everyone's face, and this was the perfect time to escape. I summoned Samson to come and loosen these straps. Samson was waiting in the wings; he appeared and began to tear the holding belts loose, he pulled out my cords and took me in his arms.

As I looked over to the video screen, Dr. Olivia was right; there was no one there. Yet, I saw Samson, but on the screen I was the one dismantling everything. I never panicked, but instead I embraced the fact that no one could see my friends but me. Soon everyone else appeared and off we went. Samson took his body and broke the Plexiglas that held me in tight; he ran through the lab breaking things and knocking over workers. The workers began to scream, but Dr. Olivia didn't move or budge. I think she saw something, just by the look in her eyes, but just as I was about to ask her what she saw, Johnny came out of nowhere and shot her in the head. The doctor fell to the floor and blood seeped from her head. I didn't want her dead, I wanted her to be the one to tell the world of the monster that they had created; I wanted a person of respect to let the world know that I was a monster and that I was loose and wild because of them.

"Someone is coming," said Emily.

Samson quickly knocked holes through the walls as Walter and Johnny held the doors. Emily somehow managed to escape and slipped under the door like liquid; she met the guards and nurses face to face. I could hear them screaming as Emily jumped on one of the nurse's backs and twisted her head off. People began to run and panic, we had to hurry and get out of here before any law enforcement people arrived soon. Samson quickly knocked a large hole in the outer wall; the only bad thing was that we were on the thirtieth floor, and it was a long way down.

One by one, Samson and the others jumped, but height was not my thing. For the first time, I was afraid of something. I watched as Samson motioned to me to jump, and I did, fearing that I had no other choice. When I landed, my body felt like spaghetti; I saw my bones crushed to pieces and then straighten out again. As I looked up, I saw the workers in the opening gazing at my survival. I just smiled and waved at them.

Soon we were walking into the night; no one dared to chase me, they were all too afraid. I could hear ambulances going toward the area that I was leaving, but there was no time to look back, I had to keep moving forward; the world had not satisfied my desire for blood yet. I could see the police and the fire engines racing toward the hospital.

Walter suggested that I quickly change my clothing; we couldn't go anywhere without being noticed. So, Walter saw a child my age, dragged her into the alley where we were hiding and began to strip her clothes off and handed them to me. He let the girl go on her way, and she went screaming down the streets as if she was losing her mind. With my new clothes and short haircut, I looked different once again.

The only way out of the city was to go into the sewers; it was the safest route for not getting noticed. So, down the manhole we went, with one little flashlight and no food or water. We were becoming desperate and had to get away quickly. Above ground I could hear all of the racket, police radios and their squad cars looking for me. But, in my mind, they were too late, I was headed toward Canada, and at this point no one could stop me.

We walked through shitty, dirty water; there were dead bodies in the sewers, and garbage and trash everywhere. There was even a baby left down there with nothing more than an empty bottle and a nasty shirt. Rodents were crawling all over the baby, and even chewing on him. The rodents chewed so much that they chewed the baby's toes right off. I was in no mood to save anyone, I had to save myself. I left that crying brat right in his position and let the rats and other rodents devour him cold. This was no skin off my back; I could care less about a baby. No one cared about me when I was a baby, so why should I care about him? I heard the baby screaming for miles away, but I never turned back, I just kept walking until the crying moans faded away.

We'd been walking for hours, everyone was becoming thirsty and hungry; it was time we headed up to the surface. As I was going to open the manhole cover, I could hear the police talking on their radios; so I quickly motioned to the others to be quiet. The police were over our heads. As I peeked even further, there were police and detectives on every corner; they had shotguns and tactical equipment ready for me whenever I emerged. I was still a little drowsy from all the medication they had pumped into my system, but I was determined to make it out of this city and on to another.

Finally, the police left and it was safe to come out. One by one, we climbed out of the sewer and began to fit in with the locals. No one noticed that it was me, everyone was still talking about the events that took place, and yet I was standing in front of their faces and they didn't recognize me, not one bit. I ordered some food, and when it was done, I snatched the bag and ran off, laughing at the stupid people in their town.

My friends and I found an abandoned building and set up residence. There was no way in and out of this town without being stopped and checked; so we had to lay low for a while. We had enough food for two days, and we made ourselves at home and fixed the place up a little. But, as the people passed by, they were all talking about the murders and the bodies that I had collected. How could grown folks get taken down by a child? My answer was greed; my mother loved the money and the drugs, her customers loved the sex and the liquor. This was the kind of thing that shouldn't be happening, but it did, and now it was my time to show the world what I could truly do.

Now that my imaginary friends were becoming real, I'd bring them out to play. I could still hear the sirens from the police cars; the dummies were looking all over for me, and yet I was right under their noses. By that time I had became angrier. I didn't want a family anymore, I wanted revenge and my imaginary friends were all the family I needed.

Soon things began to make sense to me. I was not born this way, this was the way the world had made me, and soon I gave up any hope of living the life of the white picket fences and the private schools. I wanted my friends and me to take revenge on the world. In the abandoned building many drug deals were going on. I sent Samson over to break every drug dealer's neck that he could, and I could hear the bones of the drug dealers being broken.

"And bring back their bodies," I said to Samson.

Samson nodded with pride. Johnny begged me to let him go, but I told him that he would get his turn when Samson came back. I could hear the tough drug dealers screaming like sissies in the hallways. I heard Samson throwing their bodies up against the wall. After about an hour, he came back, and out of a large old dirty sheet, he rolled out fifteen bodies. I had him pile them in the corner. Later on, I'd clean them and make my own fragrance. Then I sent Johnny out to kill all the gang bangers that he could, and he was more than happy to. He loaded his guns, and bolted out the door. I sent Walter to go and watch him and to get a little action for himself, but Walter didn't want to leave me alone. I told him that Emily and Samson would protect me, and soon Walter and Johnny were out of the door.

Meanwhile, Emily was playing with the dead bodies, peeling their skin off and eating it. I spanked her hands and began to clean the bodies; when suddenly I heard shooting coming from outside the building.

I heard someone yell, "It's a fucking ghost."

I just smiled, and the shots went on for hours. Soon Johnny and Walter came back with big smiles on their faces.

"We kill many," said Walter with a grin.

Johnny was content for the first time and took a nap with a smile on his face. Everyone was sleeping except for me; I was in a daze, trying to figure out a way to get out of this town and state without being noticed. I turned up the small radio I had and listened; all over the news were the murders and the DJ described to the public that the police and FBI were looking for a twelve year old female. People were calling in on the radio, calling me a monster and saying that I had to be white to do something so insane, but I didn't care. I wanted the world to live in fear; I wanted them to feel what I was feeling every day of my life. Then on the radio, Detective Hall made a plea to the public to stay inside and off the streets, and to travel in groups. I just laughed; was he kidding? A herd of giants couldn't stop me, and he was talking about a group of mere humans. The next thing I remember was falling asleep listening to a song; then it was morning. Emily was staring into my face; she scared the life out of me.

"Go away," I said.

But she had something to tell me. As I peeped through a crack in the boards, the entire building was surrounded by police officers, but they were obviously going into the other buildings. They were sending masses of SWAT teams into the drug house and other buildings. The assholes didn't think to look in the one next door. I quickly turned the radio down and listened intently to see what was going on. The news media was reporting that there had been a mass killing of gang members; the total count was ninety-five.

Walter looked over at me and said, "It was all us," pointing at himself and Johnny.

"Good boys," I said.

The police were so stupid, those dumb fucks couldn't find a body if it was in front of them. I watched through the peep hole and waited to see if they were coming my way, but they never did, they avoided the entire area altogether. The citizens became very angry and began to protest and call me a KKK monster, just because the community was mourning the death of a few gang bangers. As I turned up the radio, I heard Detective Hall asking me to give myself up and come in for treatment. He vowed to protect me; he also let me know that Doctor Olivia had made it out of surgery and she hadn't died, so I wouldn't be charged with her murder. I'd be able to get help.

"Don't you listen to that fool!" said Walter.

Little did he know that I wasn't listening. Soon people were calling from all over the state, asking why I haven't been caught. Detective Hall had no answers for them, and they then turned on him. I just sat back and laughed.

For the next few days, my friends and I stayed put, we didn't go out, nor did we move out of the room we'd created. The piles of dead bodies were beginning to rot and stink, but I loved the smell of death, the stench of men crumbled to their knees. After about five days, I decided to take another look outside. The streets were the same; more gang banger had replaced the old ones, and the protesters had ceased. At night, my friends and I decided we'd move on. I tried turning on the radio station and found that it too had gone off the air. I had no idea what was going on and couldn't wait to see.

The moment night fell; my friends and I were out and about. I quickly got Walter to steal a car. As a guy went into a store, we got his car and off we went. As we passed, the neighborhood was a mess, there were prostitutes and pimps on corners, drug users smoking their last hit, and gang bangers were still killing each other. Soon I stopped to get a newspaper and saw the damage that Walter and Johnny had done. The paper showed the coroner picking up dead bodies off the ground; sometimes the workers had to scrape the guts and body parts off the pavement and store walls. But, what was amazing was that in the surveillance photos was just me!

_What in the hell is going on?_ I said to myself.

Could I really be manifesting my thoughts, could I really be in two places at the same time? I looked over at Walter and he just smiled from ear to ear. I didn't find anything funny, I started to secretly ask myself who was in charge, was it me or my imaginary friends? But, now was not the time to find out; I had to get out of this city. I looked at the newspaper over and over and wondered how I could have done something like this, how was all of this possible? I was in the building, but the surveillance cameras showed me killing man after man, one by one I shot them dead; one by one I broke their necks and then disappeared into the night.

"This is what you wanted; right?" said Emily.

All I could do was nod my head and agree, but this wasn't exactly what I wanted. I wanted the world to pay, but now it seemed to have gotten out of hand. I kept my thoughts to myself and told Walter to just keep driving and not stop until we were out of town. As we drove by, there were memorial signs of the slain all over the place, posters and ribbons on fences and street corners; there were large plaques in remembrance of the slain. There was also a million dollar reward for me, wanted dead or alive.

"I remember when there was a sign like that for me," said Johnny.

Oh, Yes, Johnny was from the 1800's and he should know about wanted posters! I couldn't show fear, so I smiled and said, "Good job."

But, deep down inside, I wondered if they would kill me or would I kill myself? Only time would tell. Everywhere I went there were wanted posters. There were armed guards on every corner; the world was afraid of me, a little girl. It gave me a boost of confidence, but deep inside I was giving myself an evaluation. I had to decide whether or not I wanted to turn myself in, but I wanted to be free. Because of this one word, I decided to stay with my friends, and let nature take its course. I couldn't give up collecting dead bodies, it was my passion. Death was amazing to me, and as we rode through town, I looked at people not as alive, but walking dead, and I just wanted to get them in the walls, but I had to keep my thirst for dead bodies at bay. Soon we came to a sudden stop.

"Oh no, it's the cops!" said Emily.

I told Walter to show himself while I pretended to be asleep in the front seat. As Walter tried to take a human form, he was fading in and out. When the policeman approached our car, Walter's form began to fade in and out, and soon the policeman was onto us, but I wasn't going down without a fight. Walter sped off, knocking the cop over. The policeman began to shoot at us and called for help on his radio. I told Johnny to shoot back. When he aimed his gun and squeezed the trigger, the bullet went straight through the policeman's head knocking him to the ground. Yet, he still tried to shoot at us, but Johnny kept firing back and finally killed him. His lifeless body lay in a puddle of blood. I could see his spirit leave his body, and it was not happy; it began to curse at me, it called me a natural born killer and an evil bitch. But soon his spirit was sucked away, and off we went; we had to get out of the city. Police cars soon spotted us and then we were being chased down the streets. Johnny loved stuff like this and began to shoot out the window. The police officers shot back, putting holes in the car.

"Keep pushing it!" I said to Walter as he drove the car faster and faster.

The police came on their loud speaker, and ordered me to pull over, but we never did; we kept on going until we were in another county, and the first county cops had to stop chasing us. I began to laugh as we had outrun the police. Then I mooned them; I could see the frustration in the policemen's faces. But, as we went through the county, we were now being chased some more, but this was a small town and they didn't have near the technology as the bigger cities. Once again, we played the cat and mouse game, and then it was time to get down to business. I had Johnny once again do his thing. He propped himself in the window and began to shoot at the two police cars, causing one of them to drive off the dirt road.

Soon after that I had Walter stop the car and let Samson out. With his big ape body, he got out, pounding his chest as if he was in the wild. Then he began to roar; I could see the look on the police officer's face; he was afraid. I told Samson to attack; he jumped on the police car, smashing it with his heavy body. Then he jumped up and down on it, causing more damage. The policeman began to run, and Samson ran after him. With one scoop, he grabbed the man up and squashed him like a fly. On his radio, I could hear the station trying to make contact, but there was no response. I quickly got on the walkie-talkie and made an evil laugh, and told them to tell the FBI to back off or we'd kill everyone. The voice on the other end soon sounded familiar; it was Detective Hall.

I told him to, "Kiss my ass!"

He tried to have me killed; he locked me away in a mental facility with a stupid doctor. I let him know that I'd be doing even more killing and he'd never catch me, but his voice soon got disgusted and said. "I will get you one way or another!"

Then the walkie-talkie went dead. I just smiled and called his bluff, but inside I was extremely paranoid. I knew that I could no longer keep running, I had to either face my demons or defeat them, and I was planning on doing both. Soon we sped off and headed toward Canada.

"It's gonna be cold there," said Walter.

But that was okay, everyone just wanted to move on and start over. As we continued to ride, there was no one in sight; there were no police officers, no helicopters. The radio went out, and I knew something was wrong. Soon a big bang came into my head like an explosion, the ground began to shake; the street began to crack down the middle. Walter looked at me, and I at him, but I had no idea what was going on. Soon we had no other choice but to stop the car, and as we did, walking through the streets and out a puff of smoke came Detective Hall. He was wearing dark sunglasses, his hair slicked back and in all-black attire. He looked at me, and all he did was smile.

My heart began to pound faster and faster, I was in shock to see how he got here so fast. As the smoke cleared, standing behind him was an army of monsters; the one that stood out most was a large troll, green with big eyes. Its odor was worse than that from Samson; and slime came from its mouth. Soon there was a black witch with a huge mole on her face, and she carried a large hatchet rather than a broom. Beside her stood zombies; I could see them all, and they could see me. From behind Detective Hall came a little girl, about my age, dark skinned and beautiful.

"See, you're not the only one who has friends," said Detective Hall.

I was surprised to see that there was someone else like me. Detective Hall knew all this time that there were children just like me out there, but I wasn't sure I trusted him. The little girl walked forward and extended her hands. Walter and the others got out of the car, telling me not to trust her, but the girl had a very interesting story. It was that Walter, Johnny, Emily, and Samson was once her friends, but once she wanted more friends Walter tried to kill her, so she had to create friends to protect her. I looked at Walter and the others. He pretended that he didn't know what the girl was talking about, but I had a feeling the girl was telling the truth. Walter and the others, like any imaginary friends, come to anyone, especial children, who have been abused or that are lonely. They make friends and then set the child up for failure by sending him or her out to kill.

"I can save your life, the army can use you," said Detective Hall.

But, I could not comprehend working for the army. Walter got very upset, jumped out of the car and began to run after the girl, but was quickly stopped by one of her imaginary friends. I didn't know what to believe, but I did know that I had to choose a side and choose it quickly. Soon the police, FBI, and the army were behind Detective Hall and the young girl. No one could see either of our friends but us. I began to tell the girl that we could be friends and defeat everyone, but she was brainwashed. She kept telling me that I wasn't a good person, I'd killed so many, and as an _imaginarian_ , I should have only destroyed the people that hurt me. But, by this time, I didn't want to hear any more. I charged the girl and we began to fight. She hit me with all her might, but I fought back, throwing her up in the air and onto the cars of the FBI.

Then our imaginary friends began to fight with each other. Samson and the troll began to fight, shoving and pushing each other all over the place. Then Emily attacked the zombies, and Walter and Johnny joined in. At the same time, I and the little girl kept at it. At first, I didn't want to fight her, she and I were so much alike; we were the only two of our kind, and we should be a team. But the army and the FBI wanted us to kill each other because they couldn't stop us.

"Tasha, kill her," said Detective Hall.

Tasha came in swinging, and I moved out of the way causing her to fall flat on her face. I began to laugh, as she wiped the dirt from her mouth. The more I laughed, the stronger she got; she hit me so hard I went flying over Detective Hall's head and onto his car.

Soon there were media crews everywhere, taping every move we made. I lifted up the car and threw it toward Tasha; she ducked and it went flying into the crowd of zombies crushing their dry bones. She ran after me, running with the speed of light, but I wasn't afraid. I could see her moving in slow motion and I knew just where to hit her. As she came closer, I kicked her in the stomach; she fell to the floor with blood coming out of her mouth. As she began to choke, I ran over to Detective Hall, picked him up by the neck, and began to crush every bone in there.

The people were so much in shock that they were afraid to even shoot. Detective Hall tried to tell them to shoot, but like all cowards they were afraid, and their guns fell to the ground. I ordered Samson and Johnny to take out the police squad, and that's when it happened. Samson and Johnny were moving so fast that it almost looked as if they were multiplying! I was in shock myself, I could see flames burning into a blaze; I could hear the panic in people's voices and their footsteps, they were cowards running away.

Emily was killing police officers by snatching out their hearts and gouging out their eyes. Johnny continued to put bullet after bullet in people's heads. Walter was doing what he loved, slicing throats, one by one. Every police officer and reporter was in danger. I felt a sting on my neck; Tasha had dug her long nails into my skin and flesh. She began to turn her nails in my neck; I could feel my flesh burning. I turned suddenly around and snapped her hands; the pain was so unbearable that I had to get her nails out of my skin. I pushed her into the air and watched as she landed on Detective Hall as he lay choking from a broken neck.

Shots rang out, and the FBI, police department, and different agencies began to shoot. They were so afraid that they began to panic shoot; they shot off their guns and tear gas, but they were not hurting me, they were killing themselves and the reporters. Once again, people ran and screamed. I called out for my friends to come and we jumped into a car. As the fighting kept on, we laughed at those stupid people, they were so afraid that they were killing each other. As we pulled away, a powerful burst of energy ripped through the crowd, knocking people everywhere, and some even rolled over on the ground.

Just as we thought we were getting away, I felt a tug on the tail end of the car. It was none other than Tasha! She was not giving up; she had the tail end of our car in her hands. As I tried to push more on the gas pedal, she flipped the car over and smiled.

"You didn't think you'd get away, did you?" she said.

I just smiled back, then jumped out of the car, and the two of us began to fight. She also brought her imaginary friends along, and they began to fight with my friends. We were on a hilltop, fighting away, while the onlookers were at the bottom, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Come and join us," I said to Tasha.

But she didn't want too. She slapped me across the hilltop, and my head began to spin; the sky seemed as if it was falling. I got up, wiping blood from my lips, and then I charged after her, knocking her and me off the hillside. Although we were rolling and tumbling down, I could hardly feel the pain, I was too busy calling her a coward and digging out her eyes. The scream she let out made my ears ache.

As I looked up into the sky, all I could remember was seeing an army helicopter, and in it I saw the face of Dr. Olivia. Then my world went black. I could hear people talking, but I couldn't see them. It sounded as if I was in an underground cave; the eeriness and the echoing sound bounced off the walls. Once in a while, I could hear Emily or one of the others talking to me in my dreams; they kept telling me to wake up, but no matter how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't open.

Soon I heard a stern voice say, "Keep that little demon sedated!"

I couldn't make out the rest of his words; everything seemed to go blank. After a while, I woke up to the feel of soft sheets and a warm blanket. As I looked over to my right, there was a big brown teddy bear looking me in the face. For a minute, it startled me and I jumped up, but I was quickly brought back down. It seemed as if someone didn't trust me because I was chained to the bed! I took a good look at my hands and feet; it seemed as if I had grown and gotten skinnier; my hair was longer and oily, and I was all in white. I tried to move around, but I was still a little doped up from all of the sedation. As my eyes came into focus, I noticed that the room was all white, padded walls and monitors were all over the place. I had tube upon tube sticking in me.

_Here we go again,_ I said to myself.

Then a soft voice came on the speaker and the monitors. "Well, I see you're awake." As I tried to put the voice with a name, she said; "It's Dr. Olivia."

Then it all came back to me. I paused for a minute and asked to be let go.

She just laughed and said, "No one knows that you even exist."

I fell back on the bed, feeling a little drowsy. Dr. Olivia told me that I had been asleep for two years! To keep the public safe, and by killing hundreds of people and blaming it on imaginary friends, the secret government had taken an interest in me, just like they had Tasha. I looked at the screen, and there was Tasha in her room, like a good little caged animal, watching cartoons and hooked to multiple machines. I didn't want to end up like that.

I begged Dr. Olivia to kill me or I would kill her again, and this time I would kill many more people. She ordered the nurses to send some more solution into my feeding tubes, and within seconds I was a vegetable. I could hear what she was saying, but I couldn't move. She whispered in my ear that I could never kill her, her life was guaranteed by the secret government, and that if I didn't do as they wanted, I'd remain in this state of mind. I wanted to reach up and break her neck, but I was powerless. I tried to call on my friends, but they were nowhere in my head anymore. Dr. Olivia showed me where the bullet just grazed her head, barley missing her, and then I drifted off to sleep as she upped my dosage.

As I dreamed, it was a sweet one. I dreamed of happier times, where I had a mother and we lived in a big white house. I was the center of her life; I went to school and was a normal child again, but soon the inside of the house began to turn to flames, and my mother began to peel the skin off of her face leaving nothing more than flesh and bones. Suddenly, I jumped up and Olivia was right at my bedside.

"Bad dreams?" she said with a smirky grin.

I said nothing as the doctor continued to talk to me. I was strapped to my bed like a wild animal. I couldn't move, not even an inch. I could see the doctor mind-puzzling over me; she couldn't understand how children like me could be so evil; when the answer was very simple. Adults made us the way that we were, the abused, the tortured; the world was at fault, and in return we turned inward and found our imaginary friends. Some last only a few years, while others last all of our lives. I looked over, and Tasha was being drugged up on psychotropic meds. That wasn't what I wanted, but I was now the property of the government, and no one knew that I existed.

The government wanted to use children like me for warfare. I watched as my imaginary friends disappeared, every single one of them. I began to scream; I wanted them to stay, but the medication the doctor gave me left me doped up twenty-four seven. Now I became nothing more than a vegetable, but I vowed to the world that, one day, I would be back, and soon everything went blank...
Chapter Seven

It seemed as if years had passed when I awoke again. This time, I was taller and more mature; I had hips, breast and thighs. I was not the same little girl anymore; my eyes ran from the light in the room, opening and closing so fast that I only saw a glimpse of my surroundings. I covered my face and slowly opened my eyes. Nurses were walking around; doctors and health care workers were also making their rounds. There were crazy people all around me, some were talking to the walls, others fighting with themselves, and one was in the corner biting the shit out of her hands. One by one, I watched as she bit her fingers off.

I began to call out, but my voice seemed not to be mine, or perhaps I just didn't recognize my own voice after all of these years. Soon a nurse came running my way, and began to look me up and down. Without a word, off she went as if she had just seen a ghost. Then there were even more nurses staring at me, and they began to whisper.

Eventually, my voice slowly came back. "Can I ask what's wrong?" I said to one of the nurses.

All she did was stare and hold her chest as if she was about to have a heart attack. Soon I heard running footsteps coming from around the hallway. Lo and behold, it was Dr. Olivia! I played as if I didn't remember her, but my mind started to awaken. She had gotten much older, but still looked very much the same.

"Who are you?" I asked.

Dr. Olivia replied by saying her name over and over again. It seemed as if she had relief on her face that I didn't know who she was. I proceeded to ask why I was here, and she went on to tell me that she had no choice but to put me in an induced coma to protect the world from me.

"Why me?" I asked.

Dr. Olivia seemed to be puzzled as to why I didn't know or remember. She told me that I was the youngest serial killer the world had ever seen, and that I almost got away with it. She went on to explain how I blamed it on my imaginary friends, and though they had another girl with the same mental health issues, she never killed anyone, just animals.

"That's still bad," I replied.

"Yes indeed, it is," said Dr. Olivia.

She went on to tell me that the other subject (Tasha) was now doing well for herself and was an honor role student. But, she couldn't get me to let my friends go. Her voice seemed to get angry as she talked about how she'd tried to help me, and I almost killed her along with her staff, and when I was at a secret government facility I also destroyed it as well. Dr. Olivia went on to tell the story of how the government left her in charge of me, after their own scientist gave up on helping and programming me.

"Why would they want to program me?" I asked.

"For war," she replied.

I was supposed to unleash my imaginary friends on the enemy, but instead I killed the enemy and the people of the government. I wanted to laugh so badly, but if I was going to get out of this place, I had to play it cool. Soon my head began to hurt, and suddenly I collapsed to the floor. Dr. Olivia quickly picked me up, and rocked me in her arms like a baby. That was the first time in my life that I had ever been held by a human lovingly. After a bit of pounding headaches and disorientation, the pain was gone.

The doctor told me she'd implanted a circuit in my brain that would block out my dream state and the place for my imagination. Once those were blocked and sealed off, I would have no need or want to produce my imaginary friends. I just lay down and asked for a mirror. She called the nurse and told her to bring one, and with armed guards a small mirror came.

I looked into it and gazed upon a stranger. "What happened to my face?"

"You're growing up," said the Doctor.

I quickly pulled the mirror back up and continued to look at myself over and over again. Indeed, I was looking at myself, but it has been so long that I'd forgotten what I looked like. The hideous scars that I'd cut into my face seemed to have healed over with new skin. I was much taller and still very skinny; I quickly gave the mirror back to the doctor and lay down.

She offered me any food of my choice. After five years of liquid foods, I was ready to eat a horse, but I played it cool and asked if I could have lots of hamburgers and fries. The doctor smiled and said that she would see that I got it. She checked my pulse and examined me, and off she went. I was still locked up in a glass cage, but I had one more question.

"Where am I?"

The doctor just looked down at the floor and said she would tell me later.

_Later! Are you shitting me?_ _I want to know now,_ I thought. But, I had to control my anger or I wouldn't make it out of here. The doctor left in kind of a good mood. I guessed that she didn't expect me to be a changed person, but deep down, I knew that she was very much skeptical, so I played the role very well.

After about three more days, the doctor came back to let me know that she was very pleased with my progress, and told me, because of the implant that, I would, from time to time, have severe headaches. But, at least I was on the path to a normal life. I gave her a fake smile and sat down like a good girl.

"How old am I now?" I asked.

"You'll soon be seventeen," said the doctor.

I couldn't believe I'd wasted all of my life, and that I'd never get five years of my life back; I still had many more people to kill. The doctor saw the sadness in my eyes and said that she had to put me to sleep; it was orders from the secret government. Until they could figure out how a little girl could kill grown men and lift cars, I had to remain sedated.

"Well, can I leave now?" I asked.

The doctor just laughed and patted me on the back. "You are a test subject of mental health. The only way out of here is for you to pass test after test."

I started to cry to see if she would hug me again, and she did. My first plan was to get her convinced that I had changed and that I wanted a new life.

"Well, can I go to school?" I asked.

The doctor looked over at the camera on the wall and said; "I think we can arrange that."

The next day, a teacher came to tutor me, but I was upset, I wanted to go to a real school. The doctor wasn't happy with my outburst and told me to calm down. I calmed down right away. Dr. Olivia was surprised and gave me thumbs up, but the teacher was a bit frightened, so they took her out of the room. I went to the corner of my so-called room and began to draw on the glass with magic markers. I had never drawn in my life, but I was now drawing things only a trained artist could do. Soon the portrait began to speak to me as it seemed to move off of the wall and in front of me. I quickly jumped back, startled.

"It's me, Johnny," the voice said.

I quickly kept my composure, but was glad to see that they were still alive. As I tried to communicate with him, my head seemed to explode and he began to fade away with his hands stretching to hold onto mine. I wasn't strong enough, and his hands slipped away.

Dr. Olivia burst into the room. "Who are you talking too?" she said.

I didn't answer, and she slapped me across my face. Soon I began to get even angrier; my fists clenched and I was ready to knock the hell out of her; when suddenly, I fainted. I woke up with my fists still clenched, and the doctor was still in my face, staring at me.

"If you don't behave, I'll have no choice but to kill you," said the doctor with tears in her eyes.

"Do it!" I said in anger.

But, the doctor just walked away. I could see her going over to a massive array of computers and checked out what my brain was saying. She put a huge monitor in the front of my room and told me to watch it. She showed me old videos they had of me talking to no one, but they knew that someone was there. I needed to bring them out in order to save my life. I watched clips of myself as I killed massive numbers of villages full of people, doing the government work, and then clips of myself as I took out the armed forces. Even though they couldn't see my imaginary friend, I sure as hell could! They showed clips of all the news media and the newspapers talking about me as if I was an animal.

"Little girls don't do this," said the doctor on the speaker. "Something is wrong with you mentally!" she shouted, and stormed out of the room.

For the first time, I really realized that maybe I had a severe mental condition, and maybe there was no cure. How the other subject (Tasha) got cured was beyond me. I sat down quietly and watched the tapes play from over the last five years. Yes, a part of me was still proud of my work, but another part was missing something.

About an hour later, the doctor came back into the room. She was more composed and seemed to be a little less tense. I apologized and told her I would try hard, but I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" said the doctor.

I just smiled and gave her a big hug. I could feel her warming up to me; then she offered me a last choice. If nothing else worked, she offered to cut out the entire part of my brain that was responsible for my imagination. I was very frightened; if I lost my friends, who would be there for me?

"Why is it so important for you to have those friends?" Dr. Olivia asked.

I thought for a minute about that and replied, "They're all I have in the world. When my own mother disowned me, my imaginary friends were there for me."

The doctor seemed to get it, but began to give me the speech on how there was someone in the world for me; I just hadn't found them yet. Well, that was the speech that was given to every abused and neglected child in the world. That was the speech that kept people from taking their own lives, thinking that there was someone like that waiting for us; when in reality there was no one waiting. If your mother couldn't love you, and she brought you into this world, no one else could truly love you. I learned that a long time ago. But, I didn't share those thoughts with anyone; I just hugged the doctor and showed her my good side.

Once I was completely out of my coma, the doctor began to spend more time with me. Every day she would test my anger and my ability to stay focused. After about a month, I was allowed to eat with the other crazy fools, but this was just the distraction I needed. Wherever I was, it was very quiet. It seemed as if we were underground; cameras were everywhere. The place was crawling with security guards; everything we touched was either soft of plastic.

One day in the cafeteria, there was one crazy lady who went berserk because she touched Styrofoam. She didn't like the feel of it and the sound it made, so she took it upon herself to trash the place. I remained calm and began to laugh on the inside. The bitch was crazy; when she came to me, she never said a word or did anything.

She just took off screaming and shouting, "There are ghosts beside her!"

That's how I knew that my friends were back. I looked to the left and the right of me, and Johnny and the others were right there. Of course, I played it off, but I didn't want my friends to go on a killing spree. So, with a few blinks of my eyes, I sent off a secret code that we'd made up so that no one would know what we were doing. I was elated to see that my friends were back!

Soon the cafeteria was filled with doctors and nurses; they all came to see the mess the woman had made, but I think they thought it was me. When Dr. Olivia came down the walkway and saw that it wasn't me, she was filled with joy, and told me she was very proud of me. I began to graciously thank her, and we headed back to my room, when the woman again screamed as she was being put into a holding room.

She yelled; "That bitch has ghosts with her, run!"

The doctor looked back and asked her what she'd said. Just as the woman was going to repeat herself, I sent Emily into the room to shut her up. I watched as Emily moved and slithered her body under the door. The woman gave off a loud scream, but no one paid her any attention. The doctor and I continued to walk. Soon my hands began to bleed; I quickly pushed them into my pockets and ran to the rest room. I knew the cameras were on me, so I stood in the way of one camera and quickly washed my hands. The blood was everywhere! I watched as the water took it away down the drain. Soon the alarms went off and I could hear people running back and forth in a panic. I came out of the rest room and found Dr. Olivia standing at the door waiting for me.

"What's going on?" she said as she grabbed me by the shirt. She noticed that my hands were bleeding, yet there were no cuts. I couldn't explain it, but she knew exactly what was going on. "No matter how I try to help you, you won't change; you're just an evil child!" said the doctor as she pointed up to the monitor and played a taped of the woman pulling out her own tongue and choking.

"I had nothing to do with that!" I said.

"Sure," said the doctor, as she gave me an injection.

The room began to spin and the facility became dark; sparks of light danced all over the place. Soon I had an eerie feeling; the woman that had just killed herself came running by me. She was now a ghost and was being chased by Walter and the others.

"Good job, guys," I said; as I passed out.

When I awoke, the doctor was pacing back and forth, and quickly came to my side. She told me that she was sorry, and after carefully reviewing the tape maybe the woman killed herself. I quickly agreed, and once again proclaimed my innocence, but the doctor still wanted to know where the blood on my hands had come from. Just as I was about to give in, Samson bit me on the hand and I began to bleed again. So, I told her a story of how I bite myself when I'm nervous, and I showed her the bite mark. I could see the relief in her eyes; she was such a dumb ass, but I liked the doctor and I wanted to at least make it appear that I was trying to get well.

In reality, I just wanted to get out of there, and after a few more months, around Christmas time, I was allowed to go out in public. Guards came with us all the time; I couldn't wait to see where I was. After a long trip up a tunnel, and another long ride through an elevator, we were finally at the top.

"Now remember, good behavior," said the nurse.

I could wait, but I had to be on my best behavior as we came up from a facility in the ground. We were in an unknown town; there were very few people and we were mostly surrounded by woods and a dirt road. As we walked a little further, there were small ice cream shops and novelty stores, and I noticed there were also armed guards on every hilltop and store roof. I watched and carefully remembered their exact spots and movements.

With me were also my imaginary friends; with our secret eye codes we managed to figure out how I would escape. But, in the meantime, I had to make everyone around me comfortable; so I didn't try to escape on the first day. We went around the town on little walks and I saw how they guarded me out of the corners of my eyes. I saw as the guards were ready to take aim at me if I made one small move, but I didn't. I played the role of a well-behaved child. I went where they told me to go, and did as they asked; within a few minutes, I had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Except for one doctor; Dr. Fergerson, a skinny, mean old hag. She wore a long dress and thick coke-bottle glasses; she looked like a grasshopper.

"I know you're an evil little bitch and I am going to let Dr. Olivia see your true colors," said Dr. Fergerson as she pretended to smile at me as the nurse came.

As soon as the nurse arrived, I began to cry and felt hurt; I told the nurse what she'd said and went off pouting. After a long day out in the community, as we headed back inside, I could see Dr. Fergerson looking at me; so I secretly gave her the finger. No one was looking, and she was very upset. She stormed off, and I pretended to like the other crazy people by holding their hands. But, when the nurses weren't looking, I would pinch them and punch them; they never said a word because Samson was showing himself to them and they were afraid. I just laughed; this was better than killing. I could see Emily and Walter walking alongside me and Samson swinging from the trees. Every once in a while, a security guard would turn around as if he'd heard a noise, and Samson would be right over his head. But, I still didn't find out where we were. The shops and stores were not labeled; there weren't any names on anything. I couldn't hear or see anything but trees and rocks.

"Where are we at?" I asked a nurse.

She hesitated to tell me, but since I was so well-behaved and they thought the treatment was working, she quickly spilled her guts.

"We're in the Mexican hills," said the nurse.

But, why Mexico? I played as if I was not interested and waited to ask another question at a later date. But, as we headed back inside, Dr. Fergerson came out with Dr. Olivia. I ran and hugged her. I told her that Dr. Fergerson just didn't like me and called me an evil bitch. Dr. Olivia was highly upset, and it helped that the nurse on duty backed me up. The two women went away to talk, but I could hear Dr. Fergerson talking about me pretending to be healed, and that I was doing nothing more than faking it. Oh, but poor Dr. Olivia wanted her pet project to be a success, so she stood up for me and told Dr. Fergerson to stay away from me. I was filled with joy knowing that I still had my charm and persuasion.

Once back inside, I did my chores and headed to bed. I wanted to plan in my mind how I was going to get out of here, but in came Dr. Olivia. She wanted to remove the remote control from my brain. I begged her not to; I wanted it to look as if I gave a damn and that I wanted to remain good, and the only reason I was now calmer and not seeing ghosts was because of the implant. The doctor just smiled and decided not to take it out, but told me that the subject before me had done very well and was graduating high school soon.

"You remember Tasha don't you?" said Dr. Olivia.

I quickly thought about my answer and said, "Oh yes!"

The doctor went on to tell me that if it weren't for Tasha, there was no way they could have ever stopped me, except to kill me.

I gave a big sigh of relief. "Well, thank God for Tasha."

Doctor Olivia then showed me a few photos of how Tasha looked now, and how well she was doing. "One day, this could be you."

"But, what if I can't do it?" I said.

The doctor had more faith in me than I in myself. "One day at a time," she said as she took me in.

From the corner of my eye, I could feel the evil stare of Dr. Fergerson. She didn't like me, and was doing everything in her power to show that she'd be watching me. At first, it bothered me, but I couldn't let it get to me; I had to get out of here.

Days went by, then weeks, and then months; soon I was ready to leave. The same old thing, day after day, go into town and back to the lab. We were more like lab rats than humans; so I hatched my plan, and it soon began to take effect. When Dr. Fergerson went and got Tasha for a surprise visit, I knew she wanted her to see if she could spot my friends. But, I wasn't afraid; Tasha had grown up, and her brain was functioning differently.

As Tasha came walking down the hall, the first thing I wanted to do was spit in her face, but then I decided to extend my hand in welcome. Tasha had grown up; she had the latest electronics and fashions; she could care less about who she used to be. But, I could see Dr. Fergerson as she tried to coach Tasha on what to look for. Tasha kept telling the doctor that she didn't see anything around me. Dr. Fergerson wasn't happy and sent Tasha away.

As Tasha was leaving, she spotted Dr. Olivia and gave her a big hug. It seemed like those two had a special bond. Tasha went on to tell Olivia that Dr. Fergerson wanted her to try and find something wrong with me, but she'd seen nothing. I watched as Dr. Olivia got upset and once again stormed toward Dr. Fergerson. All I could see were hands flying back and forth and Dr. Fergerson grabbing up her jacket and leaving. That wasn't my problem; it was time for me to leave. I told Samson to kill Dr. Fergerson and get her out of my life, but I didn't want anything to happen to Dr. Olivia. This time she would be free to run.

Samson ran after Dr. Fergerson; I heard when the door slammed, and a loud scream ensued. I grabbed my bag and out the door we headed, but we were greeted by armed guards. Emily slide behind them and broke each of their necks. Soon Walter began to let all the crazy people out of their cells and they attacked the nurses and other workers. The place became a mad zoo in less than five minutes! I could see the look of disappointment on Dr. Olivia's face. I sat her down as she begged me not to do this, but I told her they were all I had and I loved the feeling of someone suffering like I had for so many years.

Until my appetite for revenge was under control, I would never be healed; nothing would work. I gave Dr. Olivia the option to leave in one piece, but she wanted to go down with the ship, and so she did. I left her coming face to face with a mob of crazy people, but she wasn't afraid. Not one time did I hear her cry or scream; she was used to the mentally ill, and she was one of the best doctors they had. In order for me not to feel sorry for her, I never looked back; I just kept going down the hall and through the secret exit.

By this time, my imaginary friends were paving the way; bodies were left on floors and by gates, guards with machine guns were shot to death, some even took their own lives. I could see as their spirits left their bodies and headed to an unknown destination. They growled and hissed at me; they were very angry as the tunnel of light snatched them away. A glorious smile came across my face, and I continued walking out.

As soon as my feet hit the pavement, sounds of machine guns went off one by one like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Samson quickly jumped in front of me as the bullets sprayed through the air. I could feel the force of the bullets hitting his chest, or were they really hitting me? I looked down to see blood all over my clothing. I knew then that I was hit, but I never felt any pain whatsoever. Then I saw Samson's big ape eyes seem to close with pain. I belted out a horrible scream, and then the world seemed to go quiet. I couldn't hear anything, all the commotion around me seemed to slow down. I watched as Samson took his big ape paws and held my hands tightly. I begged him not to die and not to leave me, and though I knew he tried to hold on, it was too late. His hands slipped from mine, and all I felt was Walter picking me up and telling me to run, but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving my friend there. He'd risked his life to save mine, and the only thing that I could do in return was run. For the first time, I finally looked back, and I saw as Samson's spirit left his body and he was faced with a group of demons waiting to feed on his flesh. They dragged him away like a dead carcass to feed their young. For this, I became angry.

I saw as Johnny tipped his hat to me and said, "Let's kill them all!"
Chapter Eight

I agreed and wanted to kill everyone on this retched planet, but first things first; I had to deal with the people responsible for killing Samson. Johnny continued to shot at the guards, while Emily used her snake-like body to crawl up the hills and strangle as many men as she could. Walter went around slitting people's throats and gouging out eyeballs. I watched as the blood flew through the air in slow motion, I caught the blood as it splashed by.

Something was definitely wrong, but now was not the time to find out. I gathered all the anger I had left in me, and with one loud scream I took off flying through the air. With a pocketknife, I stabbed everyone in sight to death. I did a little bit of overkill, but it was only out of anger; I had to revenge the death of my friend. No more would I let life take advantage of me, and like a mad woman I went through the crowds, slicing and stabbing my way out. But, it was not the same not having Samson here to bolt his way through the crowds, not being able to have that extra bit of protection.

Soon I could feel myself going crazy; I could feel the blood rushing up to my head, the world looked so different, it looked as if I was standing in the pits of hell rather than on land. Flames and smoke were everywhere; for a minute a glimpse of my mother passed by. As I saw her, she appeared to have horns protruding from her head, a long dragon tail, and the look of pure evil in her eyes. She wanted me, but I wasn't going without a fight.

Then, with the blink of an eye, I was back to sane again. Now I knew how the mentally disabled felt. What we see, no one else could see; what we witness, no one else could swear too. Now I knew that the doctor was right; I was truly mentally disabled. Everything my brain asked; I had an answer for, now I knew that everything was coming to an end. So, do I give up, or do I continue to fight? Since I had lost everything, I chose to fight.

I went through the army of soldiers and guards, killing them with their own weapons. I moved so fast they never saw me coming. One by one, I slid down the line of soldiers, slicing their throats and watching as Emily ripped their skeletons from their bodies. Even with their skeleton ripped out, some of the soldiers still tried to fight. Oh, what stupid army teachings. So, I took their guns and shot them again. I could hear a soldier's sergeant calling him on the walkie-talkie and he was gargling from an overflow of blood caught in his throat; so I did the honors and answered for him.

"To whom it may concern: you are aware of who I am, but I haven't had the pleasure to meet you. If you feel like you want to answer this call, come and meet me; I'll be waiting."

Then I ripped the walkie-talkie apart. I could hear the sergeant on the other end sighing, but there was no turning back; I had started a war and I had to be the one to end it. So, I gave the soldiers a choice, let me go and I let them live, or we all die. Many of the soldiers felt they were the great American hero; they wanted to stay and preserve their land. So, I unleashed all the pent up anger I had been holding in for years. I called upon every imaginary friend I had ever created; there was Raybone, a huge dog I played with in my mind when my mother used to let the dog eat before me, and I created Raybone. He wasn't your average dog, but your average killer; his features were like a dog, but his build and stature were like a monster. Raybone drooled and waited for me to say go, and off he went, ripping the soldiers to shreds. I could hear those bitches screaming, some even tried to run back; they were getting their asses kicked by a little girl, and like most men, instead of fighting with their fists, they fought with a gun. But, they were no match for Raybone, who came out like a flash of light, clawing his way through the crowd of soldiers; it was raining blood, my favorite type of weather.

Then I let my mind play around and create thousands of snakes that ran through the facility grounds hissing and swallowing men whole. They even managed to find their way into the facility where I could hear people screaming and running. This brought pleasure to my world, and for the first time, the headaches and the visions vanished and my mind was much clearer. The pain in my heart seemed to be diluted and watered down. I was slowing accepting who I was and what I had become. I realized that I was more powerful than God himself; there would be no man on earth that could ever hurt me again.

But, just as I was about to pack up the troops and leave, the sergeant called in more men. I didn't want to fight anymore, so my friends and I escaped down through the long patch of land owned by the facility and to an empty old shed. There was a car and a few things we could use, but as a glare caught my eyes, I noticed something coming from the shed. So, with Emily at my side, we slowly walked in to see what was going on. And indeed, it was quite a sight. Glass tube upon glass tube held child after child of every race, age, and nationality frozen in time and hooked up to breathing tubes. Their skin was pale and chapped from the constant emersion in water.

"Those bastards are experimenting on children like you, baby doll!" said Walter as he wiped a glob of blood from his face.

The shed was cold, and there were so many computers and machines, and the best way to get revenge and piss them off was to trash the entire facility. Smashing glass after glass, we watched as the bodies of the children came flying out, and the water gushed to the floor. Sparks shot off and the computers went dead; soon the lights began to flicker, dim and go out. Suddenly, moaning came from the children in the glass tubes; they seemed to be in pain, they began to crawl from their tubes like butterflies from cocoons. The children were very frightening looking, and they seemed to be possessed with something.

For some reason, I felt a great connection to them; I felt as if we were all one. It's hard to explain, but it seemed like I'd been there before. I could have killed them all as they came crawling toward me, but for some reason I couldn't do it. I quickly grabbed Emily and out we went, locking the door behind us, but the alarm went off at the same time, and it was time for us to leave. Walter was already in the car with Johnny, starting it up, and in Emily and I came feet first, jumping into the back seat. I could hear the trucks and soldiers marching, coming toward us. I quickly urged Walter to step on the gas, and off we went, full force, speeding away. They'd never catch us now.

Soon I heard bullets whizzing passed my ear; the sound seemed to echo many times. I covered my ears and held my head in my lap; they weren't going to let us get out of there alive. I continued to look back to see how far they were, and they were right on our heels. Then a group of soldiers shouted that the children in the glass tubes were out. I glanced over my shoulder, and indeed the children were coming toward the soldiers like zombies. But, they were no match for the soldiers. With one bullet each, the soldiers killed the children as if they were nothing more than wild animals and they were the hunters. I could hear the children screaming, and then dropping to the ground like flies, but they put up a good fight. Some of them pushed the soldiers while others tried to bite them. That was good for those bastards, they needed to be killed; I wanted the children in the tubes to kill those soldiers, but the children were weak and outnumbered. There was no telling how long they'd been living in those tubes, but one thing good happened; they distracted a few of the soldiers.

But, there were others right on our tails and in the back of one of the hummer trucks was Dr. Olivia; that bitch never seemed to die! Yet, deep down, I really never wanted to hurt her; I just wanted her to leave me alone with my imaginary friends. But, here she was, trying to be the hero, trying to be the one that would stop me. So, once and for all, I'd have to kill her, I'd have to make her pay for all the sins of the government and all the sins of the past. Walter began to drive the car like a wild man, spinning and turning in the desert sands. The force was so overwhelming that I began to get dizzy.

"Get us out of here!" I shouted to Walter.

As he continued to outrun the soldiers, it felt good; it was the best feeling to see the government look stupid; they couldn't even catch me and my friends. One of the soldiers aimed a shotgun at us, hitting the car a few times, but he couldn't catch us. I could see the doctor telling the soldier to put down his weapon, and as my gift, I gave her the finger as we continued driving. Eventually, they fell far behind us, and we were safe. They became nothing more than a dust cloud in the distance.

It seemed like a long drive, the desert was hot and dry and we were running out of gas, but luckily for us, we were out of the US safety zone and into pure Mexican country. I was safe now. The Mexicans would love me. Well, so I thought. As Walter and I, along with the rest of my friends stopped for food and gas, it seemed like everyone wanted out of Mexico and into America. Well, not me; I had to stay low for a while.

The only unfortunate thing was that I stood out; I was not the typical black or brown-skinned Mexican. I was very pale and this made it hard for anyone to trust me; until I offered up the wrecked and ravaged car. It seemed now that everyone wanted to talk to me, and then I became the little lost white girl, but that was quite all right; they had better not fuck with me! But, it seemed as if most of my friends were panting and wanted revenge; they had the thirst of blood on their lips, and Walter seemed to have changed since Samson died. Maybe we had all changed, but something was definitely wrong.

I started feeling sick and my head began to hurt again, and soon I could hear the tiniest ticking in my brain. Doctor Olivia never removed the implant and it was having a big effect on me seeing my friends. They began to slowly disappear, and then my ear started to bleed. It was almost like I could hear the doctor calling me, the echo in my head was unbelievable; I could pick up anything from a TV signal to a satellite signal, and it was very annoying. I ran into a bar, broke a bottle of beer over my head and sliced out the implant that lay in my scalp. Indeed, it hurt like hell, but the noise in my head hurt even more.

After the hit over the head, the men in the bar were a little afraid; they called me the dark one, and took off out of the bar. Blood splattered the walls and floors; I sat in a chair to rest for a while, holding the implant in my hands. Soon, it began to move and come alive; it looked like a spider, it glowed and dimmed as it moved. I knew then that I had to get rid of it. Soon my imaginary friends started to return; they greeted me with open arms.

"We thought we'd lost you again," said Johnny tipping his hat to me.

"Get rid of that!" said Walter.

I quickly went out to the alley, where I saw a stray dog and hooked it onto the dog's ear. I watched as the implant crawled into the canal of the dog's ear, and the dog began to scream and took off down the street. At first, I thought that I was really losing it, but instead, I was really seeing the work of a mad scientist.

I thought to myself, _I should have killed Dr. Olivia._

Now it became clear to me that the doctor was the one working with the government; she was the one doing her wild experiments, no woman in my life has ever been honest with me; I was stupid for even falling for her bullshit. It was a good thing I caught myself and never gave in fully. As I looked over to the bar, I saw the bartender trembling with fear; what a nasty coward. As I came closer, he quickly pulled out a shotgun. At this point, I was really sick of seeing a bunch of shotguns in my face. I sent Emily over the bar to kill the guy. With one jump, she was on his back twisting and turning his neck until his head was torn off. Blood graced the floor, and body fluids drained from the man's body; the crazy bastard even urinated on himself, but I didn't have time to collect any bodies, I had to get moving.

We took as many things as we could find, from liquor to shirts and food; nothing was left behind but a mess. My friends and I were together, except for Samson; I really missed him. It felt like he was with me sometimes; I could still smell him, and sometimes I even thought I glimpsed him, but when I turned around he was gone. As for Walter, Johnny and Emily, they didn't like my new imaginary friend, they wanted me to get rid of him, but I had to keep him around for a reason, my gut feeling was telling me something bad was going to happen.

They didn't like Raybone one bit, and for this reason I knew that he would protect me if any of them tried to do something underhanded. But, deep down inside, I loved them all. Emily constantly tormented Raybone by twisting her head all the way around until it made a loud cracking noise. She'd do that, and I could see Raybone cracking his thumbs and biting at his lips; I could tell that it was annoying him very much. So I finally asked Emily to stop. She went crawling away and found comfort from Johnny.

I could tell from everyone's eyes that they wanted Samson back, but there was nothing I could do about it. I tried and tried to get Samson to appear in my mind and to get him to come back to us, but no matter how hard I concentrated, nothing happened. I was more disappointed in myself than with Samson; I'd promise him and the others that we'd all stick together, and I just felt like I'd let him down.

Though Samson was deep in my mind, there was another problem, the Mexican Police and the United States government were right on our trail, and those dirty bastards would do anything to catch us. We had to get off the streets and deep into the Mexican ghetto. With the little amount of cash I had on hand, I paid one lady and her family to move out of their slum and let me take it over. The woman was so glad to get the cash that off she and her family went, leaving everything behind except the shirts on their backs.

The slums were dirty and filthy, thousand of straw huts piled for miles on top of each other. There were layers and layers of sewage and garbage all over the ground; children were dirty and ran around bare foot. It was a horrible site and smelly; the air was thick and smelled like shit, but the people there were good people, many of them just wanted a way out. I was a strange visitor coming into the land of the Mexicans; many of them peeped out of their windows, watching every move I made, and every once in a while I would let Emily show herself and scare the shit out of them. I'd laugh my ass off as the people ran for cover, back into their tiny little huts; they'd tremble and shake with fear.

I knew then this was a place I could take over, but the strangest thing happened as I was walking, a little girl pointed at me and said, "My friend Samson says hi."

I quickly stomped up to her and demanded that she tell me that again, and she repeated the same thing; Samson was now this little girl's imaginary friend, he was her savior. But, how could she see him and I couldn't? I guessed I was growing up and maybe the things that I imagined were no longer in my head. At this point, I became more and more afraid; what would my future hold? I didn't want to be some lab rat for the government! I looked back as the girl walked alongside her friend, but this friend was only visible to her.

I quickly ran back to the hut and told Walter what had just happened. He tried to assure me that maybe I was just having some type of side effects from the medication that they'd had me on, but I knew it wasn't. As Walter sat in a chair smoking his rolled cigar, I kept hounding him; I wanted to know why I wasn't able to see Samson again. Soon Johnny jumped into the conversation and said that the reason for my lack of visibility was that I was losing my focus, I wasn't killing anymore, and that I was turning soft and becoming a people person. I flat out denied this and told Johnny to get the hell out of my face; I resented his comments. There was no reason for them, but deep down inside I honestly knew that good old Johnny was telling the truth. I had to prove them all wrong, and that was what I was about to do. I wanted to show my friends that I was not some one hit wonder; I was there for the long haul.

"Well then, prove it!" said Johnny.

"Leave her alone!" said Raybone.

_Just in time,_ I thought; the perfect distraction for me not to answer Johnny. Well, this also caused a fight, Johnny and Raybone were pushing and shoving all over the place, and knocking over pots and pans. Raybone clawed Johnny with his paw-like hands; Johnny then pulled out his gun and began to shoot at Raybone, who in return jumped out a window and onto a wall. Emily quickly ran behind me and covered her ears.

Walter then got up and shouted at them, "You two are childish, and as the oldest, this mess will stop, right now!"

As Raybone licked his paws and Johnny went into the corner to clean his guns, I could see that this wasn't going to be easy. So, I had to take control away from my friends; I was the one who was supposed to be in charge, not them. Now was the time for me to put everyone in their place! First, I let everyone know I wasn't happy with what was going on; and secondly, to make everyone fell good, I told them that we were going hunting. The minute I said hunting, they all stared at me and were like happy dogs.

I went and got a small mirror and looked at myself; I could see where all of my scars had healed. I took a knife and began to cut myself over and over again; I ripped open the same scars. The blood came rushing down; it was like a warm soothing feeling. When I finally opened my eyes, the mirror told it all; my face was the most beautiful thing that graced the surface of the earth. The scars were large and long, they opened up to old scar tissue and flesh that dripped from the openings. There was not a smooth place on my face; with a dash of burning alcohol and pads, I was ready to go. I felt no pain, but I could feel the warm blood making its way down my face.

"You're so pretty," said Emily as she licked my blood with her gray tongue.

Out of a black old rag, I made myself a mask, and out the door we went. Everything happened so quickly; we'd knock on the door of a hut and drag out and kill the first person that answered. Walter began to pluck out the eyes of the victims, as Emily cracked their necks and every other bone in their bodies. The people began to scream and rush out of their houses as we paid our visit. Raybone, with his over-large body, ran through the straw and brick walls; mud and dirt was flying everywhere through the air, and old ladies were cowering and praying in their corners. Johnny sneaked up behind them and blew their brains out. As he gave off a loud laugh, people were running all over the city screaming.

"Evil, evil!" they shouted.

But, what they failed to realize was that they hadn't seen evil yet. I summoned my friends to come into me, as I wanted to go into homes and feel what it felt like to trash everything. I wanted to feel the power of being invincible, and within seconds my friends all entered my body. I could feel each of their spirits, I could feel my heart turning to ice, my face soon began to frown, and the evil stench that came from my body was overwhelming.

I ran into homes, shooting and killing without cause. I began to break the necks of people and pull out their hearts from their chest cavities. I had a fascination with plucking out the eyeballs of my victims; the taste of blood was the most appetizing dessert. Walls or stone buildings couldn't hold me back; I felt no pain as I ran bare foot on the hard ground over sharp bottles and rocks. Now I had a better understanding of why my imaginary friends were such good killers; they too were once lost and neglected by society. I saw into Emily's heart, she was badly raped and beaten; left to die in a well, but was saved by a neighbor. Later on in life, she became hateful toward men and people, and when she died she became an imaginary friend.

Walter was a good man, but suffered from blindness. He was constantly tormented and teased by people, and when he too died he wanted revenge. And there was Johnny; he came from a good home, but fell in with the wrong crowd. He became a bank robber, and when he got caught, they killed him and his best friend. In his death, he promised to get revenge on the world. Raybone was just a little harder to explain. All I could see in his spirit was him doing evil to people. He was a leader of an African militia group; he killed for fun. He was a descendant of royalty and power, but when he got sickly, all the money and power in the world couldn't save him. Therefore, he became very upset and angry, and vowed to get back at all those that let him die.

I felt all their anger, and now they too could see my anger and pain. By the time everything was said and done, the night was over, and there were hundreds of dead bodies lying on the ground; some still trembling, trying to stay alive until Johnny put another bullet in their heads. There were children and animals; no one was spared from my dark force, no one. We all headed back home and smoke filled the air, and sirens went off. But, these were poor people; no one would ever care about them. They drank sewage water and bathed in dirty water; they were considered non-human and illiterate.

So, when the alarm went off, no one came. The sirens were pulled by the residents of the town, but no one came; their government was nowhere to be found. There were no police officers, there were no detectives, and most of all, there was no one to rescue them. One by one, I began to fantasize about keeping each of the bodies, but now was not the right time. Walter and Raybone shoved and kicked the bodies into the river; it was now the resting place for many of the lost souls, and over a camp fire and a glass of homemade beer we all watched as the night air grew darker. Tomorrow would be another day of terror.
Chapter Nine

The next day, things were clearer to me. I could see all the damage I'd caused; houses were on fire, dead bodies lay in the streets, many limbs were severed off by wild dogs, and blood seeped deep into the sands. I smiled as I saw this; it almost felt as if I was getting my revenge on the world. Or was I? The people that feared for their lives were just as innocent as I was when I was a child, but I was torn between hate and fairness.

Nevertheless, the killings had to go on; my heart was filled with hate and somehow I knew that this would probably be my last time. If I didn't take revenge on the world; I'd never have another chance again. I went back to the shack I called a house and gathered my friends together; it was no time to fight amongst ourselves, it was now time to kill, and kill we had to. I sat at the small glass mirror and sliced my face open some more; I wanted to get the look just right. I could soon feel the slither of blood running down the sides of my face and dripping into a puddle on the floor. I glanced out as Emily licked up the blood, and soon my face was rotting off; all I could see were large white and yellowish worms running in and out of the craters on my face.

I suddenly began to hallucinate very badly, I saw my worthless mother again, but this time she was dressed all in white and glowing. Something was obviously wrong with this picture; apparently God must have spared her from hell. She came floating toward me with her arms opened wide, as if she wanted me to hug her. The hell I would, after all she'd put me through; never would I love her! As she floated, waiting for my reaction, I continued to slice my face. I could see her tearing up as if she gave a damn about me; then, poof; she was gone. Nothing more said or done; like always, she took off when the going got tough, but, I didn't care; the world would continue to be my victim.

My imaginary friends were salivating; they were ready and thirsty for blood, and blood I would give them. I had no recollection of what happened from the time I left the house 'til the time I was outside. It seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. I started to lose my memory; I found myself in places that I had no idea how I'd got there. Sometimes I found myself in people's homes, watching as they pleaded for their lives, and then chopped their heads off. I remembered the blood all over my hands and not knowing how it'd happened, but when I looked around the room, I had slaughter an entire group of family members, from young to old, their heads lying on the ground, and blood was splattered all over the walls and doors. Sheets were soaked with blood; dried bloodstains went from the bedroom to the kitchen, where I must have dragged their lifeless bodies.

My world seemed to be spinning out of control; my hand began to move by itself, my head began to twist and twist from front to back. My eyes would bulge out now and again, showing empty sockets. It almost felt as if something else had taken over my body; there was nothing I could do to stop this, or there wasn't anything I wanted to do to stop it. Even though I was afraid inside, I loved having the fear over people; I loved feeling the energy, the sound waves of people's screams as they yelled at the top of their lungs.

Soon I would be flying through the air as if I had wings, landing on the garbage infested wastelands, sending a pounding into the ground. I could see people running like wild horses, trying to outrun me, but not only was I smarter than all of them; I was sure as hell faster. As they ran by like cowards, I would snip off an ear here and there, or put my knife in one or two hearts and watch as the person shivered on the floor and bled to death.

This was truly exciting, but I couldn't bask in the glow for long; I had a whole village to kill. That's when I noticed that my friends were nowhere to be found. I suddenly looked around and called out to each of them by name. No one came. Emily, who was normally at my side like a lost puppy dog was gone; there was nothing. At first, I wanted to breakdown and cry poor little me, but I soon realized that I was the one with the power, not them. When I came to this realization, I could feel myself growing stronger; the veins in my hands began to bulge until they exploded. The muscles all over my body began to form up firmer and bigger; all the muscles that I didn't know I had became visible.

Now I was truly ready for bloodshed. I walked through the dump I called a town; people began to throw stones and rocks at me. The stones bounced off of my body as if they hadn't hit me, and when I found the person that did it, I reached for their neck and pulled out their esophagus. Oh, how great it was to see these filthy humans trying to hang onto their worthless lives! As blood splattered everywhere, I could feel it burning on my skin, but I loved this feeling very much, and I wanted the taste of more and more. So I went after more people, perfecting my skills; I got so good that I could rip the esophagus straight out of the body without tearing the entire neck off. With my long sharp claws, I made a small incision and just yanked it out.

With every kill, I was becoming better and faster, nothing could stop me now, and best of all, I had the entire town of people to take my hate out on. I didn't care whom I killed, be it young, or be it old; without thought, their lives belonged to me. I saw women praying with their bibles in hand. Oh, stupid bitches, they never stood a chance of God saving them! If God didn't think that I was worth saving, why in the hell would he save them?

As I approached, they prayed harder and harder, and yet, there was no mysterious angel coming to save them. I could see the belief in one woman's eyes as I put the sharp knife to her throat. She waited on God, and he never came. I gave her until she counted to ten, and no one came; without another thought, I just sliced off her head and let it roll in front of her child, who was still holding onto his mother's hands. As the woman's head rolled, I could still hear it praying, and slowly, it died. The eyes rolled back in the head, and the face turned toward the heavens, still waiting on Jesus.

The child cried out in pain for his mother, and began to curse me in Spanish, but I spared his life; because from this day forth he would have an imaginary friend. The pain would be too much to handle, he'd create monsters like I once did. I could see the rage in his eyes for me, as he watched every move I made. I could see that he wanted to kill me, and that was the reason I spared his life. If he wanted to kill me, then I knew he'd be angry with the world and blame it for his mother's death. Once a child is angry, so many things can come about; such as drugs, raping, sex, and violence. Of course, my ultimate favorite was murder and killing, and this was my wish for this child. Even when I was gone, I wanted him to remember the pain and go after the world, because the world produces some of the most exciting killers.

As the little boy cried like a baby, I kissed him on the lips and ran off, laughing at him. He was very angry and took off, but I still had some more unfinished business to attend to. Many of the people were trying to leave, and I couldn't have that, they owed me; they owed me their lives. For me, killing them would allow them to spend eternity in heaven with their Lord. I felt myself speeding faster through the junk yard, in and out of shacks, bursting through walls and out of houses. The people were all screaming and running, but I got them where I wanted them, in the center of the wasteland. They hovered together like roaches; many were carrying sticks and large machetes, they waved them back and forth in my face as if I was really supposed to be afraid of them. The women tried to hide their children, but I saw them; the children were the ones that would be save, they would be the ones that would live out this dynasty.

When I was gone, for them to live, they would need to see suffering first hand. Even when I was gone, I wanted this world to suffer; I wanted it to forever repay its debt to me. I jumped down to the landing; the mindless people began to try and stab me with their sticks and knifes, but all of that didn't work. The knives just went through me and didn't even produce a drop of blood. Not only were the people amazed, but I was as well. Now I knew for sure that I was invincible and no one could touch me. The praying women screamed in horror, as they'd never seen anything like this before; they began to call me the devil.

"No, bitches, I am better than the devil!" I said in an evil voice as I sliced their heads off their bodies one by one.

As the blood splattered through the crowd, the people tried to run. That's when I looked at the pile of sewage and garbage and commanded it to fall and cave in. And, without another thought, the earth began to rumble, the garbage on the hilltop came tumbling down, and all at once the people began to scream at the top of their lungs. They saw what was coming for them, and there wasn't anything they could do to stop it. I stood on the ledge as people covered their faces and tried to block the oncoming debris. The raw sewage and the dirt buried the people alive, many died looking up to the heavens like idiots, many died with sand filling their mouths; the nasty raw sewage seemed to quickly mummify the bodies, and they looked as if they'd been dead for centuries.

There were two twin girls that seemed to have survived; they began to float on their dead mother's body, but the fools were screaming like a pair of wild baboons. They floated right next to my feet on the ledge, begging for me to pull them up. I just laughed; what did I look like, their savior? So I pulled them both up and then killed one, right in the arms of her sister, I split her head open and watched as her brain poked out like a cracked hardboiled egg. I soon left the scene, as I could hear the other sister crying her poor little eyes out. Now she would be asking the Lord, why her and not her sister? Oh, she'll get over it; death is a part of life! There can't be life without death. I never looked back as the girl held her dead sister's body in her arms and cursed the ground I walked on, which was fine by me because no one could stop me, even after I was gone.

As I admired my handiwork, watching the bodies float in the garbage and sewage, I could hear a loud muffling noise coming from the entrance of the town. Gunshots rang forth through the air, but I didn't feel fear, not once. It was nothing more than the Mexican citizens and the US government coming to get me; their American flags waving high in the air. Soldiers rode in secret police cars; I knew they'd come for me. For the first time, I just didn't feel like running; for the first time, I was willing to stand up to the people who made me what I was.

As their army of trucks and hummers burst through the town, I took off, wanting more victims. In my mind, I knew I was ready to die, but not at the hands of the government. If I was going to die, I would take my own life, but not until I'd had a little fun with them. The Mexican mob was pretty upset; after all, I had rushed into their land and completely destroyed it. I'd killed so many people the number was too huge for me to remember; I lost count after the fiftieth.

In came the big bad wolf, as I quickly submerged my head under the sewage. Although the water was dirty and shit floated by my face, the reward at the end was going to be much greater. I sat patiently in the water, like a land alligator waiting to attack. From a far distance, I could hear a familiar voice; it was none other than Dr. Olivia, commanding her team of freaks! The one I'd once tried to love was now my enemy. I'd have no greater pleasure than killing her, but now I had to sit patiently and await my feast. Just as a spider weaves its web, I did so; I sat and watched as man after man fell into my web like flies. They came walking slowing by the reservoir of sewage with their guns to their sides, ready to pull the trigger.

I could see many of them walking over the dead bodies, kicking them as they went passed, yet I was the one that needed help. Many of the guards had no respect for the dead, they stepped on the bodies, kicked them into the river, and one guard even pulled a gold ring off the finger of a dead man. What a shame, these are what we call our heroes of the armed forces. Give me a break!

I kept my eyes closely fixed on the first group; I could feel one of them standing right above my head. For a minute, I thought that he'd made me out, but he was just urinating in the water, and that's when I stuck. I could fell myself jumping out of the water like a flying fish, my hair all matted with fecal matter and other waste; my skin wrinkled up like a prune and my tongue wanted the taste of human blood. With one twist, I snapped the soldier's neck; blood gushed from his throat, the bones of his neck and spine protruded out of his skin. The headless body began to move all over the place, still trying to fight a good fight, but with one kick, I sent the headless body splashing into the water. This, of course, sounded the alarm, and I was spotted.

The next thing I remembered was diving back into the germ-infested water, dodging a hail of bullets. This was a great time to call upon my imaginary friends, but they were still no longer around. I soon found myself wishing hard for them, but they didn't answer my call. So I just continued to fight the soldiers until they could kill me, or I decided to kill them all.

From above, the soldiers were still firing off shots from their machine guns; those scary bastards were afraid of a little girl. I hid way below the surface of the sewage, in all of the shit and urine-infested waters, and I still felt the bullets hitting the water. I even saw one come close to my face, missing me by just a few inches. Then I realized that I was standing completely still and breathing underwater! Everything above seemed to be moving in slow motion, as if the world had stopped, and then slowly started to play itself again.

But, I had bigger problems; coming from behind a group of dead bodies were little children. It was obvious they were dead and now demons; their eyes were jet black, their skin ashy grey with holes where maggots and other insects has been eating them. Their tattered old clothing fell off their bodies, and every once in a while one of them would lose an arm, leg or finger. But, there was also this little girl that lost her hair. She stood a few feet from me, underwater, and began to scream. Her screams were so loud they made a sonic boom. She held onto her hair, and began to pull it out strand by strand. I kept my eyes focused on her while the others were trying to come from behind and attack me. But, what they failed to realize was that I was dead just like they were; well dead inside. I had already killed them, so it wouldn't hurt me to kill them again, but I didn't want them, I wanted the living humans walking above. I wanted to destroyed their lives just like they'd destroyed mine, but I had to get rid of this little problem.

The dead children chased me around under the murky water; at times I couldn't see anything, but I was startled a few times when I came face to face with one of the dead bodies in the water. Just when I thought they were dead, they also came after me. I began to tug and push, splashing the water; I could hear the hail of gunfire coming from above. If I didn't get away from these demons, they were going to get me killed. I pulled out my long dagger and began to stab any demon that came near me, and one by one I killed them off and watched as their black blood infested the waters.

But, there were still the dead children after me. They scratched and gnawed at my legs; they teamed together and pulled me under the water so fast that I couldn't catch my breath. Soon the bottom of the murky sewer began to spin around and around; I knew then that I had to get myself out of this situation, and fast. I quickly turned the tables and grabbed one of the dead children by their hair and stabbed him through the heart with my dagger. A big burst of white eerie light came from his nostril, shot out of the water and into the air.

Once again, the sound of bullets came tapping at the water. I quickly let go of the dead child's body and went after two others. I had frightened them; the little bitches took off, and up and over, through and beneath all the dead bodies and sewage they went. I couldn't find them anymore, and soon the waters were calm again. Now it was time for me to go after the people that were trying to kill me.

As I started my way toward the edge of the pit, where I could see a soldier standing with his machine gun, gunshots rang out. The water was lit up with bullets; one caught me right in the shoulder. The blood began to gush from my body, leaving a trail as to where I was. I quickly held my hands over the wound to stop it from bleeding, but the blood was flowing too heavily.

I could hear the soldier up above me say, "I got that bitch, I got her!"

This didn't sit too well with me and I completely forgot that I was in so much pain that I swam as fast as I could, knocking dead bodies around, and soon I threw three bodies into the air, catching the soldiers by surprise. I stood and peaked above the water and watched as the dead bodies came down, falling on the soldiers. They began to squirm like little bitches, clenching their guns to their sides. Soon they broke out into panic shooting; one soldier emptied his whole clip into one of the dead bodies simply out of fear alone. The other soldier did the same thing. So, as those idiots were so intent about shooting an already dead body, I stood right beside them. When that last clip got emptied, it was time to strike. I pulled out my knife and sliced one of the soldier's ears off. As he stood holding the sides of his head, I threw him into the water and began to work on his partner, who was not paying any attention. Without bullets in his gun, there wasn't anything he could do to prevent my strike.

I sliced him from ear to ear, and as he held his throat, gasping for air, I jumped back into the water after his partner. I watched as the soldier tried to escape, and gave him a little head start, but as the blood dripped from my shoulder, I became more furious and quickly dove into the water, killing the soldier without a second thought. I got hold of a spool of copper wire and strung it around his neck over and over, until it was so tight that his head exploded. Guts and body parts went flying through the air and into the waters. I pushed his body away to join the others, and went back to what I had started. The soldier was still trying to stop himself from bleeding; he was soon in a pool of blood.

So I said to myself, _why bother?_

I grabbed his weapons, refilled my clip, and now I was armed and dangerous. Back into the water I went. With his radio in my hand, I could hear his superiors calling for him, and in the background I could still hear Dr. Olivia barking her orders. But, now it had gotten personal; she wanted me dead or alive, and promised the soldiers that no other men would get killed.

Oh, how wrong she was; I was just getting started! I sat and sat; waiting very patiently for the other soldiers to come and claim the bodies of their fallen heroes. Soon, they finally came; I could see the panic in their eyes. They began to look all over the place, not knowing where I could be. They held steady onto their guns and their scopes; little did they know that I was equipped with the same thing. From a distance, hidden between a barricade of dead bodies, I staked out my targets, loaded my gun from under the water, and with one quick silent move, I let off a few shots, hitting each soldier in the head. They didn't even have time to react; their bodies dropped to the ground and their lives were completely drained out of them.

I began to laugh hysterically; I had the power, I was in control. I was not the victim anymore; this made me feel so good that I became braver and stronger. My fear seemed to be slowly leaving me; there wasn't much of anything that I was afraid of. I decided to leave my current position and head to the front of the village. Bodies were still floating, and a massive amount of Mexican people were still claiming the lives of their loved ones. I saw the United States army tanks and Special Forces everywhere; they didn't care about the people, they were all about themselves. They brushed through the waters of the dead and tried to search with their special goggles, but the water was much too murky for them to see.

I silently swam beside a large dead body; they couldn't see me at all. The soldiers looked upon it as just a mere floating corpse, but this gave me the opportunity to get closer to a soldier and with his last glance, I snatched him under the water as if he was never there. The move was quick and silent; the quick cutting of his throat was painless, his blood mixed with the others, and no one even knew that he was missing, not even his own people. As I got closer, just close enough not to be spotted, I could hear the people on the land wailing and crying their last cry. Their tears didn't bother me, not one bit. I took a rest for a while and spared many of their lives.

Ah, I felt like Jesus, deciding who was going to live and who was going to die! I had the ultimate power; I was now defeating one of the most powerful military forces in the world. The US government had no skills when it came to mine; I should have been awarded a medal; I spared many lives that day. I let the dead be claimed by the living, when I could have just taken their lives, but instead I hid out of sight and didn't kill any more.

Until I felt it was time to start again. Like most people, there was always that stubborn one, the one that stays around, even though they'd just been spared. It was frankly annoying to me, and very rude; if I'd spared your life, the least you could do was take off and not let me see your ugly mug again. But we're blessed with idiots and fools, and because of this I could no longer save their lives; my fetish for death and blood was overtaking my body. I needed to see the soul as it left the body; I needed to see the fresh red blood pour out of the body cavity. This was what I needed to see.

After patching up my wound from the gunshot with dead flesh from the water, I silently eased myself back into the water. I could still see all of the people pulling their dead out of the water; the biggest problem I had first was, whom I was going to attack? Oh, there were so many choices! But, I quickly chose a few; all the stupid people that'd had a chance to leave and didn't. They were fair game; they were all mine.

I waited on them to approach further into the water; I could see the fear in their eyes as they wondered if anything or anyone was out there. And yes, I was sitting and waiting for them, under the water I sat in my yoga position, patiently waiting; waiting for the exact moment to strike. I didn't want to be impatient and cause one to get away; so when the time was right, my eyes opened and the water exhaled through my nose. With one quick snatch, I caught me one; it was fast and easy. One minute they were there, and the other they were gone.

These people meant nothing to the soldiers. Instead, I often thought they were put there as bait. But, nevertheless, my fetish for death got the best of me. I began to pull people into the water one by one, crushing their throats with my bare hands. They were so weak and stupid it took the fun out of killing them. It got too easy, and no one was as strong as I was to even put up a fight; it was as if I was fighting with babies, or maybe I had grown more powerful.

Whatever it was, I began to get turned off; the catch was too easy and it took the thrill away, and besides, the US government didn't care about the people of this village. Therefore, it didn't matter if anything happened to them, and this turned me off. I wanted the cat and mouse chase, I wanted to have that joy of killing people, and now it was becoming very boring.

I decided to make it fun; if I didn't get out of here alive, at least I would have fun dying. On the edge of the sewage pond, in the corner, stood three soldiers. They were searching for something; one was on his hands and knees trying to see into the murky waters, while the others watched his back. This was going to be too easy, but one thing for sure, I was gonna love doing it!
Chapter Ten

I swam all the way to the bottom of the murky floor, until I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. I covered myself in the grime and toxic waste at the bottom; it was so thick that it stuck to my skin, and without another thought I floated to the top and sprang out of the water. Slicing one of the soldier's heads off into the water, and as the other two remained in a little bit of shock; I kicked one into the sewage water, and shot the other right in the back.

Because I was on land, the loud gunshots rang out. Soon there were soldiers coming from everywhere; their loud trucks and drunken slurs were running wild. I knew I had to hide, but not back in the water. The people of the village began to run and so did I; we were all smelly and dirty so they couldn't tell one person from another, and this gave me the perfect opportunity to escape. As the people ran and hollered all the way out of the sewer, so did I. When I thought someone had spotted me, I immediately killed them by tripping them, causing them to fall under the water, and then I watched as the crowd of wild people trampled over them.

Soon the people of the village began to pray again; when would they ever learn that God wouldn't come and their false religion had tricked them into thinking God would save them from the demons? Well, the demons were here, and there was no God to save the people. Everyone that got in my way or noticed me didn't live long; I immediately killed them. If they wanted to live, they had better pretend they didn't even see me.

But, that was the least of my problems. Seeing that the soldiers couldn't find me in the crowd, they soon began to shoot into the crowd, killing and massacring the people one by one. I could hear the captain and his superiors on the walkie-talkies telling their soldiers to kill them all; kill anyone or anything moving. One of the captains announced that I could be in the crowd of people running, and right he was; I was there, almost home free when the bloodshed started.

The soldiers turned on the people; they began to hunt them like wild animals, and though many people held up their hands and pleaded for mercy, they were shot right where they stood. Oh, what a pity! These fools went out to get the heroes, and now the heroes were the big bad wolf. Women were begging for their lives as they ran with children on their backs and in their arms, and without another thought they were shot dead by the soldiers, sending them tumbling to the ground. Their children were left to cry and suffer through the massacre, but I didn't care; I ran over the children too. Hell, I had to protect myself first; they were also my enemies.

I watched as soldiers walked up to a crying baby and shot her in the head. They were so afraid of what they'd created that they were killing babies; the soldiers seemed to be on a heartless mission. No one with a heart would ever allow something like this to take place, and that's when it hit me that Dr. Olivia was not the person I thought she was. She was nothing more than a United States of America mad scientist; she was the one making the weapons of toxic medicine, and the government was financing her business. But, my main concern was not to get caught before I got to Dr. Olivia; she had to be punished for all that she'd done. Just like I would have to face my maker, so would she, but it was no time for religion. I had to get out of there.

Soon the soldiers saw the crowd of people running toward the gates, and they began to close it. The people were like savages trying to survive and the stampede was now in full effect. The people began to run faster and faster; shots rang out through the air. Bullets flew and bodies dropped like flies; blood was all over the ground causing some to fall and slip. Yet, they kept running. I could see their dead souls floating away; their spirits dove in and out of the crowd of people, but what was so amazing was that I wasn't the only one that could see the spirits and the demons. I watched as people closed their eyes and held their breaths as the spirits flew over their heads.

"Keep running!" one man said in Spanish.

The crowd did, pushing each other; everyone was trying to be the first to get out the gates. As they climbed the high barricades and fences, they were shot dead, splattered to the walls like flies by the guards' machine guns. The soldiers were ruthless, they didn't care if they were killing women or children; they just kept shooting. Children were left behind or lost by their parents; the parents seemed more into saving their own lives than their children. Sitting up high in an army vehicle rode Dr. Olivia.

_What a bitch!_ I thought, anger and hate filling my heart.

I could feel the veins in my neck burst; the cool feel of my blood slithered down my neck. I ran through the crowd like a wild bull, knocking people over, and with one leap, I jumped into the army vehicle, grabbed Dr. Olivia by the throat, and with all of my might jumped out. Dragging her behind me, I used her as my human shield; they dared not shoot at her. The doctor begged the soldiers to shoot, but they were reluctant. I wanted them to shoot, I wanted them to kill her, but most of all, I wanted to die. I was nothing more than a pet project to her; she wanted to find out what made me tick, and whatever it was, she wanted to use it for war.

As the crowd of cowardly people gathered and huddled against each other, I slowly backed my way up to the barricades, watching as many people as I could. I hated to say that no one had any pity for me; the people of the village wanted me dead just as badly as the soldiers, but I had what they wanted, their precious Dr. Olivia. I grabbed her by her hair and demanded the gates be opened and the barricades be moved, but the general in charge denied me. So I had to take matters into my own hands. With all the energy I could muster, I leapt into the air with the doctor in my arms, and over the walls and barricades I went. I could hear loud shots ringing out, and the people of the village began to scream. I dragged the doctor as far as I could, but her weight was too heavy for me, and there was no time to talk.

Without thinking, I could hear the voices telling me to kill her, "You coward, put a bullet in her head!"

I began to shake as the voices of the demons got louder and louder; the earth began to spin and then I got nauseated. That's when the doctor wanted to give me her speech once more on how she could help me stop the voices. She must have thought I was stupid to fall for that bullshit again. Dr. Olivia began to plead for her life, asking me to let her explain, but I knew the army would be on their way soon.

My hand began to shake constantly; I couldn't seem to control it. I took my knife and carved up the doctor's face; I peeled her skin off like the layers of an onion. Layer by layer, I watched and enjoyed every cut; the sensation I got from slicing her skin was one of pleasure. As the doctor tried to scream, I slit her throat and watched as the blood poured out like a fountain. I watched and waited until she took her last breath. She was a great fighter, she fought up until the last minute, but it didn't bother me one bit, I wanted to see her die, to see the fear in her eyes as she entered the unknown. From the look on her face, there was no Jesus or angels waiting to save her.

I sliced off her head and took off through the woods; I could hear the guards and the army vehicles coming after me. I never ran so hard in my life; my heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode in my chest, but one good thing through all of this was the fact that I was soon on the other side of Mexico. I was almost home; I began contemplating whether or not I should let them kill me here or go back to the land that raped my soul. I wanted everyone to suffer, all the people who stood by and just watched or feared that they would be retaliated against. Nevertheless, I made the decision to go home, but first I had to get out of Mexico, and outrun the army.

Once they found the headless body of Dr. Olivia, they'd hunt me down like a wild dog. Through the woods and through the hot plains I ran, but the guard dogs were still on my ass, and I couldn't run any longer. I stopped and hid behind a great large rock, and sat and waited. In the dark wooded area, I was afraid; I began to call upon my imaginary friends, but they never came. I could hear their voices, one by one calling and laughing at me.

I began to shake and tremble. _What have I done?_

I was going mad, and in my hands I held the head of the doctor, it began to move and bite me on the arm. Everything in the woods seemed to be coming alive; the trees moved, and the doctor's head talked and taunted me. I quickly dropped it; I didn't know what to think. I was losing my mind, and soon the visions came; everyone that I'd killed began to float through the woods. No matter how I covered my ears, the voices became louder and louder; the pain in my head started once more.

Blood began to drain from my head and splatter on the stone next to me. I could hear the army coming, and I ran as Dr. Olivia's head began to scream even louder and louder. I begged my friends to make an appearance, but they didn't show. I was all alone again, they hadn't kept their word, their word that we'd always be together, and now they'd left me. I began to get angry, and power in me surged from out of nowhere. I took off through the woods like a flash. I was running so fast that all I could see was a flash of light; anything in my way seemed to move. I ran so fast I was now in the midst of a Mexican tourist town.

There were tourists everywhere and I knew that the government would not come for me with guns and dogs in the crowd of people. I mingled in the crowd; I saw the soldiers peering out of the woods, for some reason they were too afraid to come out of there. From an old fruit stand, I watched as the army headed back into the woods. I was home free.

I ran on the beach with the tourists and washed the blood away. No one paid any attention to me; they were all high or drunk on the Mexican dope and liquor. Oh how careless some of these tourists were; they left their bags filled with cash and passports lying around all over the place. I quickly grabbed one up and silently went away; the tourists never suspected a thing.

By the end of the day, I got clothing, food, and a nice hotel to stay in, but I had to hurry and make it across the boarder. First thing, later that night, I'd cross, but for now I had to get out of the public eye; I didn't want to be recognized by anyone. As I headed toward the hotel, I mistakenly bumped into someone so familiar.

"Don't I know you?" said the lady.

I quickly denied it and told the lady she must have mistaken me for someone else, but the lady kept her eyes focused on me. She wouldn't give up; she ran and got her friends and pointed me out to them. They all came running to see, and that's when I quickly took off. I couldn't place a name with that woman, and as I ran toward the hotel, a voice came to me and told me she was one of the women in my town. I looked back and saw her and her friends chasing me. I took off into the crowd, losing them; I had to leave right away, but if they knew me, then my face must be plastered all over the airwaves.

I was sure that she'd call all the media contacts and the police. My face was very visible from the scars and the marks on it; I could no longer stay around here, looking the way I did. So I made a decision that might not be acceptable to most. The first young girl I found, I pulled her into a room and shut the doors and windows of the slum motel. The young tourist was so high on Mexican raw cut cocaine that she wouldn't feel a thing. To be on the safe side, I pushed my fist into her mouth, knocking most of her teeth out. I pushed my hand all the way to the back of her throat, until she could no longer breathe. Her body gave its last shake, and I began my work.

I sliced her face off and tenderly peeled away the layers to put them on my face; I needed her skin to pass through the boarder. It took hours to cut her face off; I had to be very delicate and slow. Blood began to seep from her body, and then she became stiff as a log, rigor mortis was setting in and I had no time to waste. I had to get her face planted on mine!

I quickly cleaned my face and prepared the area. I sterilized some needles and gauzes, held my breath, and put her face on top of mine. The alcohol began to burn as I applied the face. At first, it didn't look right, so I had to make a little adjustment. Clipping some here and clipping some off there, the face still wasn't holding. So there was no other choice, I double stitched the face to mine. The pain was sometimes unbearable, but I managed to get it all done, and although the swelling was visible, I could also see that my new face would suit me just fine.

For the first time, I wanted to live; the new face seemed to give me a new lease on life. I bandaged up my face and put lots of healing ointment on it. But, there was still one problem; I had to get rid of the girl's body. There were too many people outside, so I couldn't drag her out, and I needed a few days for my face to heal. So, that night, I began to chop up the body, cutting it into tiny pieces; a toe here and a toe there. Down the toilet they went; I had to gag a few times, but I got the job done. The hardest thing was the head; no matter what I did, the skull wouldn't crack or break. Finally, I decided to get a large rock from outside and smash the skull; fragments went flying all across the room. Most of it I could fit down the toilet, but there were big chunks that I could do nothing with. So, I bagged them, rushed off to the dumpster and ran back into the motel unnoticed; it would be days before anyone ever discovered her body.

I had no other choice but to stay longer; my face wouldn't allow me to pass through security at the boarder without being stopped and searched. All I could do was rest. I flicked on the television and saw my face, there was a worldwide search for me; the army was becoming very desperate, they had my face on every network. The only good thing about that was the fact that people were claiming they saw me in Brazil, Africa, Russia, and so forth. So no one really knew where I was, which worked in my favor.

For days I stayed hidden in the motel; I dared not come out, I was so afraid of getting caught. I looked out to see if I could see anything, and the town was flourishing with tourists and wild college students. The pain had me in tears many nights; the rotten skin was beginning to stink. I could smell the horrible odor; I washed my face all the time, and yet the odor still remained. I was really confused as to what I needed to do. Although the face was most fitting, I had no other choice but to remove it, and what a mess it was! Dead maggots and sores began to form; I was totally disfigured and ugly. I looked like something out of the horror movies.

I flushed the old skin down the toilet, and walked out of the room. I began to curse at God, hoping that he'd find me unforgivable and kill me; I was ready to go to hell. I wanted to leave this retched earth; I cursed God out, I called him every name I could, and yet He still had pity on my soul. I never understood why at that moment, but I soon began to realize that He was already punishing me. The torment alone was eating me from the inside out, and like always, I began to blame my mother; she was the one that started the demons inside of me, she was the one that made me lose my mind.

Yet, at some point, I had to take responsibility for myself. But now was not the time; God was to blame for giving me such a horrible mother. Of all mothers He could have made, He gave me that one. As I went on with my rant and rage, people passed by and began to laugh; they just thought I was a drunken teenage. Unfortunately, my rant caused a stir; the next thing I noticed was that the police were on their way. The silly bitches, they only sent two cowardly police officers. They quickly noticed me and began to call me an ugly gringo in Spanish.

Yes, I understood them, and I soon began to grow with anger. With one leap, I jumped on top of the officers, grabbing their guns from their holsters and shooting one through the stomach. As he lay dying, I chased the other one, who began to shoot at me, and kept missing because of all the booze he had soaked into his stomach. I quickly took advantage of his aim and began to play with him. He was nothing more than a joke; I kicked and pushed him on his ass. He could hardly get up, and with one shot I aimed for his head. I watched as his blood splattered all over the sidewalks and the onlookers.

The people began to scream and cause such a commotion, but once again I got that urge to taste and feel the warmth of human blood. I tried to maintain my composer, and soon I leapt onto the dying officer and began to tear his flesh apart with my bare teeth. His blood was like water to me; I became so thirsty and my tongue longed for his blood. One sip at a time, I drank like a savage vampire. As I licked my lips, the blood was so sweet, like the taste of sweet sap from a tree. Then I tore into his flesh, ripping the meat off of his body, cracking the bones of his ribs and sucking him dry.

When I'd had enough, I threw him to the side and started on the other officer. I could hear the people running and screaming, but it was in slow motion; someone had slowed my time down, nothing seemed to be moving the way it should. Time was so slow that I could catch a grain of sand on the tip of my finger; I could see each expression of the people running away. Their faces seemed to move in a pause pattern; I laughed as they passed by. These cowards were so afraid of me I could bask in the glory.

The voices in my head told me someone was coming. I could feel myself running toward the hills, but I had no idea how fast I was moving. Yet, it did help; I was able to outrun a hail of bullets. I could see them flying passed my head, and I began to move faster than the bullets; the looks on the shooters face was one of, "That's impossible."

I began to laugh and felt more powerful knowing that the army themselves couldn't catch me. What a joke the United States armed forces were; they couldn't catch a little girl. The next thing I remembered was waking up in a dark alley; a wild dog was licking my face. With one stretch, I choked the dog and pulled the guts from his stomach; I could hear it cry his last cry.

I quickly jumped up; I really didn't mean to kill the dog, but I was caught a little off guard. Nevertheless, I could care less; if God didn't want the dog in my way, He shouldn't have put him there. I had no idea as to where I was, the place was dilapidated and it stunk. Bums hung out on every corner and in every alley. Humans, what pitiful creatures they were; we shit and then step back in it, it almost made me sick to my stomach to think that I belonged to such a pitiful race.

I began to shake the bum and asked him where I was, but the smell of liquor was very obvious. I threw him back down to the ground and walked into the street; there were women and children running into the desert with a few men in front and back. I secretly watched for a moment to see what was going to happen. The men showed their guns to the crowd of people, and in the middle of the barren land they all pushed a large stone out of the way. Under the stone was a deep hole covered by a heavy wooden board. This intrigued me very much; I waited as the men and the rest of the travelers went through the hole. One man stayed behind and covered up the hole, and he was soon picked up by border patrol officers.

Oh, yes once again, the crooked United States officers who had sworn to protect their country were doing such a disservice by sneaking illegals into the country! So that told me I was somewhere close to home; maybe on the edge of the Texas border or somewhere around that point of entrance to the United States.

"Well, America, here I come!" I shouted loudly.

I hid behind the alley in a dumpster and waited until it was clear for me to enter. I noticed that a pub next to the secret entrance was keeping a lookout on the hole. But I couldn't care less; I needed to get to that hole and into the United States. As I squatted down behind the dumpster, I could hear the men talking in Spanish of how they were trying to save up enough money to bring their family into the United States. The two men began to haggle back and forth on a price for his daughter; he wanted her to have a better life and because he didn't have enough money, the other man told him that he couldn't carry his daughter over. Of course, the first gentleman was upset and slammed his sombrero to the floor; I could hear him begging and pleading for his daughter to be taken over, but once again, the answer was no, not until he had enough money.

The man soon offered a price that the other person couldn't refuse; he offered his daughter, telling the man that he could sleep with his daughter to pay off the remaining debt, and after that he had to let her go. He told the man that his daughter was a virgin and would make any man happy. I wanted to come from behind the dumpster and just pluck both their hearts out, but now was not the right time. The escort to America took off, and the father of the girl stayed behind to sulk and cry in the alley.

He began to ask himself, "My God, what have I done?"

I just started to laugh, and called him an idiot. He acted as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Who's there?" he asked.

I didn't say a word; my ugly face was enough for him to see as I crawled out of the dumpster. He held onto his golden cross and began to pray to the Lord, what an ass; he sold his daughter, and yet he'd ask God to save him? Without a thought, I broke his neck, leaving him gasping for air in the alley; I soon built up my strength to toss his body into the dumpster. He was like a fish out of water, he continually gasped for air, one gulp at a time, until finally he could no longer fight and he suffocated. I watched as his lifeless body sighed its last breath; it was so peaceful to see someone die, their body was finally at rest. It also felt so powerful to be God; I chose who lived or died, I made a decision that could change someone's life. Now I saw why God was feared throughout the world, He had the power to snap His fingers and life as we knew it could change in an instant.

As night fell, I waited until the coast was clear, and it seemed as if there would be no more travelers today. As the pub closed down, everyone didn't go home; that same old nosey bartender kept an eye on the hole. He sat in the corner of the pub and watched out the window; I knew then that I had to eliminate him. I dashed around the back of the pub; I could see the frightened look on the man's face as I peered at him through another window. He sat with his gun tightly held to his side. To distract him, I made a few rattling noises from the back. The bartender came running out with his gun pointed into the darkness; the jackass had no idea of what or who he was shooting at, he just began to shoot over and over again. I sneaked up behind him and slit his throat; he dropped to the ground as the blood floated through the air, I could taste it on my lips. I was so temped to drink, but I had no time to drink the fresh blood that was wasted from his body. The man held his throat; I took his gun and left him to die, but I gave him a parting message.

"Say hello to God for me," and I walked away.

Straight to the hole I ran, for some reason or another I looked back and saw that the man was still trying to get up. With one shot of his own gun, I shot him in the back, and this time he dropped to the ground like a dead fly. The rock was heavy to move, but the angrier I became the more energy I had, and soon I could push the rock aside like a feather. I quickly moved the board, and without another thought, I jumped in; the place was dark and smelly, the thick air and foul odor made it hard to breathe. I hated the dark and especially confined places; I remembered when my mother locked me in the old cellar so many times, it brought back painful memories.

It all began to play out in my mind over and over again. I felt as if I just wanted to cry, but I was much stronger than that, I was not going to give God or my mother the satisfaction of me crying. I took off running through the tunnel, fearing that someone would soon catch up with me. There was very little light; there were signs that people had been traveling through here, by the jugs of water, clothing, underwear, and the foul odor of shit.

I couldn't stand the scent, I had to get out of the tunnel quickly, but if my estimates were correct, I could be traveling for days. I got to the point that I just decided to slow down and walk. A familiar scent soon caught my nose; it was the smell of death. Lying on the ground a few feet ahead were two dead bodies. They'd been there for a while I supposed, just by the way they were rotting. The bodies lay side by side with just an old blanket covering them and a small letter saying: "I love you, mama and papa".

These two were husband and wife. It seemed as if they'd been shot in the head. I quickly moved around the dead bodies. Soon the hair on the back of my neck began to stand up; I could see something moving out of the corner of my eye. The two bodies arose at the same time, and began to make a horrible sound as they pointed far into the tunnel. Hell yeah, I was a little taken aback and afraid; it was even spooky the way they walked toward me like zombies. I shot at them, but the bullets just went straight through them. Their bones and bodies broke with every hit, but they still didn't slow down, and they came after me. I was determined not to run; all my life I had run, I was going to stand still and let them take me if they had to.

I stopped and faced them; both dead corpses opened their mouths and out crawled tiny people. All of that was very familiar to me; as the people dripped from the mouths of the corpses, they began to taunt me, calling out my name constantly. As I approached them without fear, they began to run off; they must have been demons because after I faced them, not only did they disappear, but the two corpses disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I knew then either I was losing my mind or something supernatural was going on, but I had no time to figure out Mother Nature. I had to get through the tunnels and fast; I'd wasted enough time with those stupid imps and demons.
Chapter Eleven

Off I went, running through the tunnel as if something was chasing me. Once again I could feel myself moving fast, but everything in the tunnel seemed to be moving in slow motion. Then it seemed as if someone was slowing me down; I gradually came to a halt. My clothing was soaking wet and I was sweating profusely. I was still in the tunnel, but it was different, there were wooden logs in the roof holding it up for support, and jugs of water lined the pathway. Something was not right about my body; I could feel my ribs, and my stomach had this horrible cramping pain. When I looked down at myself, I was nothing more than skin and bones; it seemed that I have been running for quite a while, all the work had taken a toll on me.

I could hear footsteps coming, so I jumped up into a corner of the roof. I watched as two men exchanged money for the travelers; everything was paid in full, they gave each other a slap on the back and headed back toward Mexico. One man began to look around as if he could feel me watching him, and just when I thought I was spotted, he moved on. What a close call! I watched the man as he walked up a few more yards and went in a door; I could tell by the loud slamming of the door. I knew then that I was home, and now I needed to break out of this hell hole. I walked along the roof of the tunnel until I got to a spot where I could see outside through a tiny hole. The people there all carried guns and were nervously looking out for the police or some type of law enforcement while they loaded the travelers from Mexico onto a large cargo van. They packed them in and off they went. How I wished I was in that van.

Soon I heard one of the men shout, "Welcome to Texas!"

The people began to smile and others clapped as the van pulled out. Little did they know that they would be paying for their freedom the rest of their lives. Once the van left, two of the watchers went inside and relaxed. I could hear the television playing, but I could also hear them raping women in some part of the room. I wanted to play the hero, but I had to get myself out of this hell hole first. Of course, nothing I planned to do ever went as planned, and believe it or not I had to kill a few more people. This time, they asked for it, they were deserving of death. One of the men came out of the room, holding his crotch.

"Hey, where are you going?" he said.

He could only see me from the back, but I turned around, and when he saw my face he almost passed out. He just started shouting as if he was in a fit of rage; I could hear the bullets as they left the barrel of his shotgun. In Spanish, he began to call his friends from inside the room. I could tell he was telling the others that I was that demon girl that they were looking for, and if they captured me the reward would be great. That's when I lost it; my body seemed to move by itself when I got angry. I can't really explain the process, but it's like a rapid motion; something inside of me was controlling my body. At times, I could stand on the outside and see myself in action. I ran toward the men as they continued to shoot, but I was moving so fast that they couldn't keep up.

Once their guns were emptied, I jumped on them like a savage animal, tearing out their hair and plucking out their eyes. They began to scream like bitches, and the next thing I knew I was ripping their heads off; I could hear every bone that snapped. One by one they broke away from the base of the neck, and with one yank I pulled the head completely off. The other man lay on the floor without any eyes; he was trying to get away, but not this time. I picked up a large rock and continually beat him until his brains were lying on the outside of his head.

I quickly went into the room and told the women to leave if they wanted to live. This was the first time I actually felt good about letting someone go. But, these ladies would be mentally messed up for the rest of their lives, just like I was. I watched as they picked up their clothing and hurried to put them on, and out the door they ran, never looking back. Soon I had to be on my way; once again I was upset to leave those dead bodies behind, there were so many bodies I could have had in my collection, but all this meant I would have to start over. First, I had a little business to take care of, and down the barren land of the Texas border I went. It seemed like police were everywhere; I watched from behind a bush as the slave van got stopped by a patrol officer.

I wanted to see what was going on. Of course the officer knew that the people inside were illegal, and he ordered all of them to step out. I heard as he called them all sorts of racial slurs, and touched the women's breasts with his stick.

"Amigo, which one of these bitches can I have?" said the officer.

Without another thought, the driver told him to pick any one. Of course the bastard went toward the young girl, no more that fourteen. He also demanded the driver's keys and money. Once again we had another dishonest officer who had sworn to protect and uphold the laws of the United States. Well, this was my only way into the main heartland of Texas, so I had to step in once again. As the officer took the young girl into the bushes to rape her, I came from behind the trees, and with one reach my hands were in his chest cavity, and with one pull I yanked his heart out. The bastard was still talking, and soon he collapsed onto the ground. The young woman began to scream; I left her there screaming, I had no time to baby sit. She should be thanking me for saving her life.

I grabbed the van key from the officer, and his gun and headed toward the people. They were like cowards, crying next to the van. I didn't think about it, I aimed the gun and shot the driver. The people didn't seem to mind, but they were a little afraid of me. Oh well, they would have to get use to my beautiful face. One old lady began to ask me about her daughter; I pointed toward the area, and she took off. In the meantime, I threw the driver's body into the officer's car and started it up; put it in drive and sent him on his way, straight over a cliff that is!

The old lady came back running with her daughter, waving the van down. I could see on their faces, like on the faces of the other passengers, they were extremely disturbed by my appearance, but they wanted the freedom of America so badly that they were willing to overlook it. The urge for blood made me want to kill all of them, but somehow there was something much stronger battling within my soul that these people should live. I never looked back at the people in the van, I bit my lips until blood spouted out to avoid going after them. For them, the sun looked bright, but for me, all I could see was the devil's face. The sun seemed to growl and roar at me; I thought Satan was upset that I was taking away all of his glory.

For the first time in a while, I made myself smile; I wasn't afraid of Satan any more. Dying was just another level of life to me, I couldn't wait to meet Satan face to face, but in the meantime, I had to pay my town a visit. I wanted that town to never exist again; I wanted to inflict pain on my town. As I rode in the windy breeze, I relaxed for a bit; the passengers in the van never said a word. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that they were afraid of me; I just gave a phony smile as they stared deep into my eyes.

Soon from the back a group of police cars had their sirens on. I quickly pulled over, thinking that we were caught, but the police cars went zipping by. It seemed like they were in a rush to get somewhere; maybe to see about their dead officer. I just smiled once more and called them all pigs. As we got into the heart of the city, I pulled the van over and walked away leaving the people on their own; I couldn't care less about them. I needed to make it home before I got caught. The people in the van began to pray; I could hear them calling out the Lord's name in Spanish. What they failed to realized was that there was no God to me; he had left me many years ago, and now I would pay him back for leaving me.

Every time the people prayed, my skin would crawl; I felt as if bugs were crawling all over me. I began to scratch so hard that I dug into my flesh and down to the bones. I couldn't take it anymore; I ran with all of my might and took off down the long stretch of highway. I sometimes wondered whatever happened to those people. I wondered, had their God come to save them, or were they shipped back to their homeland like mercantile goods?

I did my best to get a lift on the highway, but no one wanted to stop. I suppose my face scared them a bit. So when I saw an old lady driving, I had no other choice but to make her stop. I jumped in front of the car and she began to swerve, her old Cadillac skidded all the way down the highway, stopping inches from my feet. Too bad the lady had a heart attack. I threw her body on the side of the road and kicked it down into a ditch. I was sure someone would find her sooner or later.

I pulled off at a high rate of speed, but something strange was happening; as I looked back in the rear view mirror, the old lady was up and running after me, she was moving at an incredible rate! I knew then that this was either a demon or my imagination had run wild. I tried closing my eyes and blocking out the image, but she was still there. Her face began to change; her appearance was that of a dead mummy who was encased in a tomb for centuries. She roared and growled at me like a wild dog.

I stepped on the gas even harder and took off. The lady finally slowed down, and I watched as he body lay lifeless in the middle of the highway. My mind seemed to be playing tricks on me, because the second time that I looked back, she was nowhere to be found. I knew then that all of my demons were soon to catch up with me, but not until I got the revenge that would make my heart sing. I was going to take as many people with me as I could; we all would walk through the gates of hell together. Then we could start a battle, I wanted the world to feel my anger, my rage, my hurt, and the disrespect that the world had given me.

It was time that the world should be taught a lesson. I sped down the highway, not knowing really where I was going, nor how to get there. Every now and again, I'd take a rest; I'd pull over to the side of the road and I'd see God sending his army of angels across the skies. They were flying in groups by the hundreds. I tried to hide low into the car, but for some reason I could feel like they saw me. One of the angels seemed to look right into my eyes; I had no idea if they were going to save the town or collect the bodies after their untimely deaths. I was most horrified when one of the angels swooped down and bumped the car. I could feel the hard thump on the car as it began to sway back and forth.

Oh, now they want to play angels and save people! But when I was suffering, never once did they come to save me.

Now they were running across the sky, trying to save the worthless and the no goods, but that was fine by me because I wouldn't let them take away my blood day. I started the car up and took off at a fast pace; I slammed my foot on the gas; I was doing my best to try and beat them before they got to my town. Soon the sky began to thunder and the clouds became thick and dark. I saw Jesus' image in the clouds; I could see the tears falling from his eyes, but for what? Now it was too late; the only man that I trusted never came to save me.

"I want you to cry," I said to Jesus.

And boy, did he cry! The skies burst forth with a wave of water, there was a thunderous clap, lightning bolts skipped back and forth over the air, and soon the rain came down in buckets. The water hit so hard against my windshield that I couldn't see where I was going. The next thing I saw, a man was standing in the rain, dressed all in black; he had a long leather trench coat and black hat to match. The rain seemed to be missing him, and he had a glow of some sort; I could see the peace in his eyes as I passed him.

"You aren't going to stop me!" I said out loud.

But, the image of this man just seemed to keep passing me by, no matter how fast or far I drove; he seemed to keep up with me. I finally stopped and began to shout at him in the rain.

"Get out of my fucking way!" I said, but the image of this man just stayed there, never moving, never budging one bit.

To be quite honest, I was very afraid to get out of the car; my hands began to shake and my heart began to beat faster and faster. But I held fast to my anger, and stepped on the gas once more. This time I wanted to run him over. I reversed the car and took off toward the man, and ran straight at him. He held up one hand and the car stopped within inches of hitting him. Now I could see the anger on his face. As he closed his hands, he began to crush the car; the front end crumpled up like paper that's ready to be thrown in the garbage. I could feel the metal rubbing together and I quickly jumped out. As the man waved his hands, he levitated the car in mid air and then threw it into the fields.

"You Bastard!" I said angrily.

Then I ran after the man, trying my best to hit him, but he kept on disappearing. I fought and fought until I became so weak and tired; I wasn't hitting anything but air; I swung with all of my might, and all he did was smile. This made me even angrier and I began to steam. I called him a coward, a liar, a dog, anything to make him respond, but I wanted him to simply kill me, and yet he didn't. He stood there with that stupid glow and that dumb smile on his face, and never moved from his spot. Soon I became so weak that I passed out on the ground, right at his feet. I could see deep into his eyes; he was not one like you or I, he was not one of my imaginary friends, who was he? I could only speculate; I think he was Jesus.

When I looked into his eyes I saw nothing but peace. My whole entire body began to shake and shiver, it was almost the feeling of being lifted out of my skin; the peace was like no other, the warm feeling of love and acceptance. For the first time in my life, I got to feel love, and I saw why it was so widely cherished and needed by humans. Our souls and bodies long for it; love is the medicine of all medicines. Even in my great anger, I couldn't fight back, my heart wouldn't allow me to hate; the tears rolled down my face and my eyes swelled shut, it was almost as if he was feeling my pain and then drawing it out of my body. I longed for this type of attention and love, I longed for the day that someone stronger than the bad guys would come and save me. I longed for a touch so loving and tender.

No matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, the bright light emanating from this person was too much, and my eyes could not stay open, but I could feel him. I felt his loving hands as they came across my face, and I could feel his gentle kiss on my cheeks, but the part that I so longed for was soon over. I felt myself fall, as if I was falling down a deep hole. I couldn't peel my eyes open; they stayed shut until I hit the ground. I looked at my surroundings and saw that I was in a deep hole. I looked up only to see the figure moving away, and the hole closing up with me inside.

I quickly began to scratch at the walls and scream at the top of my lungs, until my ears began to bleed and my throat started to become raw. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by bright lights in my face, sirens that went off constantly, and crowds off people screaming. Slowly awakening from the daze that I was in, I couldn't make out their faces or what they were saying; they all seemed to take the form of demons. As they scratched and reached for me, the noise settled and the dust cleared, and I found myself once again locked up behind electric bars.

I was strapped down to my bed with a television in plain view, and on it I saw myself over and over again, killing and murdering people. But, it truly wasn't me; it was my imaginary friends. They were nowhere in the video, it was just me with all the strength and manpower to knock over grown men and jump from the highest building. They played the video over and over again. I tried to move and couldn't; they had my body paralyzed from the neck down. I tried to speak, and yet no words would come out of my mouth; there was nowhere for me to go; I was once again a prisoner in my own body. The only thing that I could see was the television monitor. I closed my eyes and pretended that nothing I was seeing was truly happening, but indeed it was. I came to the realization when a soft-spoken man with a priest's attire appeared on the screen.

"I am glad to see that you are awake," said the mysterious man.

I tried to speak and yet I couldn't. The man just laughed at me.

"Foolish child, you don't think that we'd let you talk now, do you?" he asked.

I just peered into his eyes, and soon he zoomed the monitor onto my face. He then began to tell me who he was, and who he was even surprise me. He was the Pope Peter Makeville of the great priesthood of Italy. He was enlisted by the United States Army to watch over me until they determined my fate. Pope Makeville told me that I was filled with demons of many kinds; he went on to tell of how he saw them with his own eyes as they fought with my soul in the depths of my sleep.

There were so many that in a lifetime he wouldn't be able to cast them out, and the secret church of the United States, Rome, or Italy had never seen anything like this before, but God had instructed him to watch over me, and to punish me for all of my sins. This was nothing more than a bunch of hypocritical bullshit, but in my mind I knew that there was something more to this. They just wanted to see what made me tick, what made me kill hundreds of people.

One after another, and not feeling any pain or sympathy, they wanted to know how a young girl like me could take down an army of men. How could I fly from post to post, in and over the rooftops of my unsuspecting victims? They wanted to know what was truly inside of me, and like the dumb asses that they were, they all thought I was some sort of alien, and the church always thought that someone was possesses. If I could rise from the bed, I would've killed each of them right on the pulpit that they preached from, but I was in some type of shock; nothing in my body worked. My mind would tell my hands to move and nothing happened.

Pope Makeville informed me that I had been sleeping for months, that the army found me hidden deep in the Everglades of Florida, and about the path of destruction that I'd left behind. The Pope shook his head as he held up pictures of headless bodies, animals and people sliced open from head to toe with their guts hanging from their bodies, flies swarming around the human waste and black crows flying in circles around the dead.

l couldn't care less about all of that because I didn't remember doing any of it. Then the Pope showed me photos and videos taken by onlookers as I broke a man's neck with my bare hands and sucked out his blood like a savage animal. My eyes began to roll back and forth as I tried to speak.

"You're not allowed to speak, demons would fly out of your mouth," said the Pope as he sat back in his finely made leather chair.

As the video played, I looked into my eyes, and all I could see was the pain and the hurt from my past. Everyone that ever did wrong by me, I could see their image floating by, Pope Makeville began to pray; not one time did it phase me, not one time did I feel sorry, not one time did I feel as if they didn't deserve it. As the Pope prayed and held up a cross to the television screen, I could fee the blood trickling down my forehead, and soon my nose began to bleed. My body began to shake, and my hair fell out in clumps right before my eyes; I was terrified deep down inside, but not once did I let him see it. The Pope began to call upon the name of the Lord.

"Jesus, Jesus, come forth and save this child, strike the demons from her body, and heal her mind!" said the Pope.

Soon my bed began to spin, the cross on the wall twirled, the roof began to pour down a rain of blood, and through the walls stepped forth two angels. One was dressed all in black, with his face hidden. His wings were so large that they protruded toward the ceiling. He was large and muscular, and his long fiery red hair blew in the wind that came out of nowhere. The circuits and electronics in the room began to fail, the lights flickered on and off, and yet the angel stood still. In the palm of his hands were small crosses that seemed to have been burned into his skin; they began to glow, and from the glow came voices. Each was different, some I had heard before, and others I had no idea of who or what they were. The angel in black stood with his chest protruded out as he waited.

The other angel was in all white; its body was covered in pure white feathers, as if it was a large human bird. Its deep blue eyes peered into my soul, it wings wrapped around its body like a cloth and opened at will. The white hair from the angel blew in the incoming wind, and in its hands it held a glass bowl. The two angels stared at me, and the Pope from the television set began to instruct me on what to do. The feeling that I had was overwhelming; they just stood and stared into my eyes, I could see their souls.

"They want you to choose," said Pope Makeville.

One wanted me to choose to spend the rest of my life here on earth paying for my sins, or the rest of my life locked away in the heaven's gates for centuries. Either way, they both sounded okay with me; I'd already suffered on earth, so more suffering would mean nothing to me. But, heaven seemed more promising; at least I would be next to Jesus. Yet, I was still so angry that God had left me for many years to suffer on this retched earth. With the thoughts in my mind, I told the angels to tell Jesus to go to hell. I could see the anger in their faces; the wind came through the room even harder, blowing everything around as if I was in a whirlwind. Because I was paralyzed, I couldn't move an inch; I just lay there and watched as their anger destroyed the room.

The Pope began to shout from the monitor, "Accept Jesus!"

He said this over and over again, but it wasn't I who didn't accept Jesus, it was Jesus who didn't accept me. I believed in the Lord, and yet He'd never come to my rescue; He left me crawling the earth until the knuckles of my hands were bloody and raw. No matter how I called out for Him, He was not there. Or, did He come? I kept my thoughts to myself as the Pope continued to shout on the monitor. Then suddenly the monitor went blank, and all that was left inside the room were the angels and I; they never moved an inch, they just stared.

Finally, the one dressed all in black said, "Your fate has been ordered; you will spend them suffering here on earth. God has forgiven you and one day you will see Him again, but this is your punishment, so says the Lord."

I could see the tear falling from the angel's eyes; one by one they disappeared, and that's when I was overcome with emotion. I could only cry as my paralyzed body lay lifeless on the bed.

The monitor came back on and the Pope was still praying, "You fool, you should have chosen!"

What he didn't realize was that I had chosen; Jesus had made me so angry I thought I was paying Him back, but in reality, I think I wanted to make myself suffer. The room became dark again, and a man in a black robe came in; his face was covered and in his hands he held a bible. A gold chain with a cross on it dangled from his neck. He began to pray and splash holy water all over me. My skin began to burn, I could smell the flesh as it fell off of my body; then I could hear the doors opening and many more priests coming in. They all had their faces covered in masks, they all had white robes on, and all used a weapon that was so very great, and that weapon was the bible.

One by one, they began to pray in an ancient tongue; their voices almost seemed like that of demonic spirits, but every time they called upon the name of the Lord the place would shake. The building itself seemed to crumble; the skin on my face began to peel away, all the scars seemed to have vanished, and from the mirrors on the walls I could see my face and it was something so horrific. It was nothing more than flesh and skeleton bones; the blood dripped on the sides of the bed in great clumps, one after another making an eerie dripping noise.

Then my face began to repair itself; I had one of the most beautiful faces replace the old one. My skin was flawless and so soft, I couldn't believe my eyes. Out of my mouth, worms began to crawl out, and they were so large that I could hardly breathe at times, but one by one they kept coming out, splashing in the blood that had accumulated on the floor. The priests were still praying and calling upon the Lord in their ancient tongue. The worms soon began to crawl up onto the walls; with them they took my blood, their shapes made the famous face of Jesus, and then the worms all came falling back down.

The walls began to burn, and the room became very hot; the face of Jesus began to tell the priests to not be afraid. This gave the priests more power to pray, and pray they did; each worm turned into one of the lives that I'd taken. Many of them formed right before my eyes, and many just came out of the blood that covered the walls. They crawled and stretched their hands toward me; they wanted my soul, but the one thing that made me angry to this day was to see my mother dressed all in white as if she'd made it into heaven.

All the things that she'd done to me, and all my life I'd suffered her selfish ways, and now she was at peace. I began to curse at the top of my lungs, but the words couldn't come out. Yet, my thoughts were echoed; Jesus had once again failed me. Why was He giving her another chance and not me, why was He allowing her to be set free, after all, she'd turned me into the animal I was? But God didn't have an answer, no one did; as the old people used to say, "Don't question the Lord."

But, why not? Jesus had made laws and rules of the heart that many of us didn't understand and He wanted us to just sit back and endure the pain. So why should we not ask Him? I think that was the old people's way of being afraid of the Lord. One by one, the people that I had killed began to crawl onto my bed, scraping their nails over my skin and digging their fingers into my flesh. With one more prayer, the room began to spin faster and faster; I could see my life flashing before my eyes, and it was then plunged into darkness again.

The room was quiet, the priests in their robes were gone, and I had feeling in my legs and hands. My voice came back, and I opened my eyes. I was lying on a long dirt road, the sun was shining brightly and it was very hot I might add. Walking toward me was someone all in white. I sat up and watched as this person walked up to me. Once again I couldn't see his face; he stretched out his hands to me, and for the first time I extended my hands to him. Once again I could feel the peace. He never said a word, but I could understand his thoughts; it was as if he and I were sharing the same heart.

"My child, this is your punishment," he said, and simply disappeared.

He left me in the middle of nowhere. Coming from a distance were white men on horses.

"Is this one of your slaves?" said one of the white men.

One shook his head no, and the other nodded yes. I was tied up and taken back to a plantation; that's when I began to panic. I knew then that the Lord had taken me back in time to pay for my sins. The year was 1789, slaves were being auctioned and sold; they worked their hands to the bone on plantations. They were treated less like humans and more like animals. I began to cry, this was not what I'd expected; I wanted to go to hell to fight with Lucifer and all of his demonic angels. I wanted the Lord to feel my pain, but once again He had disappointed me, and maybe I too had disappointed Him. Nevertheless, I was once again repeating history; I was paying for my sins locked up as a slave.

Imaginary friends are not easy to explain, but please don't dismiss them; they can be everywhere, and whatever you do, be careful not to create them.

