I walk in with a knife. It was me. I take the knife. Their annoying screams irritate me a little, so I cut them off with a jab to the throat. My stupid accomplices did the rest, but this is my time to shine. I walk to the other room, smiling a bit, blood splashed on my lip, and hands. My scarlet knife flashes in front of my eyes. I hate Starkid, so I killed them. Let that be a warning to all.


I drag the corpses in a wheelbarrow as I burn their flesh off with a blowtorch. Little Lauren isn't so pretty with molten skin. Joey isn't so charming with his brain juices spilling down his face. I laugh, as the flame illuminates my fangirl gone bad face.