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As lunch rolled around, you spent the period at a table by yourself, people watching and eavesdropping. "It's so crazy. I heard the mafia murderer was downtown last night. They found a body in an alleyway." "I heard that he takes pieces off of everyone he kills. So scary." "He only kills criminals, though, so I'm not too worried." "Yeah, it's actually really cool. It's kinda like he's cleaning up the streets, don't you think?" "Maybe, but it's still creepy. I mean, he's killing people and taking body parts. That's really sick." "Those are just rumors, though. The news never said he's actually hacking them up or anything." "That's what Nancy told me. She'd know better than anybody." You spooned mashed potatoes into your mouth. You didn't watch the news. You got more than enough information just from listening. Feliks sat in front of you. He stared-- hard. You stared back. "Can I help you?" you asked. He grumbled some to himself. He looked down at the table and grumbled some

Feliks drove you to the abandoned house that started it all. It was only a few blocks away from the apartments you stayed in, so you could leave Feliks to his work whenever you wished. You both went around to the back door of the home. Once you entered, you looked around the 'highly decorated' house with the only light coming though the windows from street lamps outside. The place smelled heavily of bleach and resembled a demented four-year-old's arts and crafts project inside of a slaughterhouse. How he was able to get that much blood splatter on the ceilings, you had no idea. You placed your hand against the palm of the one nailed by the door, as did Feliks. It just turned customary since he put it there. "Where does all this bleach smell come from? It doesn't look as if you've cleaned anything," you asked as you dragged your hand across the many bones hung up in the kitchen like wind chimes. "I clean all the bones in bleach,” Feliks said. “Plus, I just really like the smell of

You fiddled with the ends of the short skirt you wore as you walked the deserted late night city streets. You usually walked back ways. They were easier to find that way. Up ahead of you, you spotted a man; your target. You giggled to yourself to get his attention. When he looked back, you quickly went off behind a building to hide, but not before he caught a glimpse of you. You peeked from around the corner. "Psst! Hey," you called. "You wanna see something cool?" Your vague and mysterious invitation down a dark and silent alley was something that took him little hesitation to answer, "Fuck yeah, I do." You covered your mouth and smiled. You signaled for him to follow you. "Come on. This way then." You lead him farther and farther away from where the general population could find him. You stopped behind an old run down bar that looked to be on the fast track to bankruptcy and clinched the shoulder strap of your black purse as you leaned against the brick. The man closed in on

You walked home from school with your eyes down, shoulders slumped, and head in the clouds. The broken and cracked up sidewalk you trotted down filled your heart with loathsome and repulsive feelings. Your family lived dirt poor, moving from shitty apartment to shitty apartment, and it was all that damn mafia’s fault. You weren't sure why they picked on your parents, but you knew it was their fault. You had no family to speak of, especially not your parents. They made you sick. They put you to work as soon as you could to help them pay back their debts. They would take every penny of your check if they could, but since you had paper checks, you would deposit your check to the nearest hundreds place and keep the rest in cash. So if your check was two hundred fifty-eight dollars and seventy-three cents, you would deposit two hundred dollars and pull the rest out in cash. You had a special hiding place for it. When you made it to the front of the apartments you called home, you noticed

You groggily walked down the hallways of your high school. You fixed yourself some coffee this morning, but the cheap caffeine from home did little to help battle this fatigue you felt from the hours you had to work. You worked as a maid for a local motel in the city. Since they knew your family and knew you needed the money, they allowed you to work hours that weren't technically legal for a minor. In class, you were ecstatic to finally have a place to lay your head down. Though later on the teacher might try and tell you otherwise, you were tired and couldn't find a good enough reason to care. "Aww, lookie. It's (name)." The girlish voice coming from the male high school student made you cringe. You lifted your head in the slightest to catch a glance of the brunette. Though he was a year and a half older than you, you both had been in the same grade since middle school. His name was Tyler. The green eyed boy held much power over the high school, considering his father held some

During your childhood, you stayed in apartments with your parents. In your earlier years, you had a close male friend named Ravis. You didn't know where he came from or where he lived. He just showed up in your neighborhood one day, flirting with you. You were seven when you met him, and he said he was nine. He'd come by every other week for about a year. Your parents didn't mind having him over, so he would hang around inside your house as well. He would always go on about how pretty you were. Sometimes he would give you things like jewelry, saying how girls are supposed to like those kinds of things. You didn't understand, but your parents usually took the gifts from you after he left anyway. One day, you and Ravis were in your room watching television and enjoying snacks on your bed. He liked to hold your hand whenever the two of you sat together. You didn't mind. You rested your head on his shoulder as you tossed chips into your mouth, engrossed by the cartoon violence playing