Ashley

"You've barely even been to practice with us." Am I really sitting here listening to this right now? "And when you are here, your mind is elsewhere."

Mia crosses her arms in front of me as I sit on the bench. All the other girls, including Captain Fire Crotch are watching intently, waiting for something to be said. The ginger bitch has the biggest smile on her face right now, and all I want to do is smash her face in with the brass knuckles I carry in my backpack.

The way they're all staring at me, judging me, like I need to be reformed in some weird way, just because I have better things to do than spend my days cheering. Watching me like this is some kind of intervention. The fact that Mia is even talking to me like this isn't surprising.

I thought she was ok at first but the longer she's been a cheerleader, the more she's mimicking that of a vile human being. Her face is blotchy and red, with a look on her face of total distain for my presence here. I knew it wouldn't take long before she ended up just like the others.

I have zero patience for people who act like they're better than others. Still, none of them are on my list and the moment I start murdering people who aren't part of my revenge plot, that's when I become a psychopath myself.

I'm distracted for a second the moment I notice them. Walking by the chain gate in the middle of what seems to be a heated conversation. Jesse's arms flying everywhere with a look of panic on his face. I wonder what's got him so riled up. Besides the fact that Nathan was fucking Fran last year, I was under the impression they never spoke.

"So?" I lean back nonchalantly, settling back to the conversation at hand. Bracing my elbows on the seat behind me, I look at all the faces staring me down. "I have other things to do."

"Other things," Mia scoffs, looking at her perfectly white trainers as she braces her hands on her hips. She's pissed and if I were a more caring person, I'd feel really bad. But I don't. I don't care about this stupid little cheer team. I don't even care about the fact that Mia is upset because she's not upset, she's only acting this way because of who she's hanging around with now.

I joined initially so Jesse would notice me and coincidentally, he's a bigger whore than I thought and spotted me quicker than I expected. I don't know if that says more about him, or more about what I look like. I haven't seen or spoken to my preppy little roommate for over two weeks now and if I'm honest, it's not affected my life in any way. So far, I'm doing exactly what I set out to do and as far as I'm concerned, that's great.

"Yes Mia, other things. I didn't even want to join this shit show." Flicking my hand in a line, addressing all the girls behind her. "This was a you thing."

Forgive me if I have revenge and murder on my mind. I have a list of things I need to achieve before I go and cheerleading, wasn't on the list. This was Maisy's thing. The preppy, happy, go-lucky girl, and I was the dark side of her. The little villain. The one who took care of everything and everyone who tried to hurt her.

"Maybe if you made an effort to be normal, Ashley, people wouldn't look at you like some kind of fucking freak," Mia snaps, fisting her hands by her sides.

Raising my eyebrows, I tilt my head and smirk. "There it is," I chuckle. "Mia, who said I actually give a shit about any of this?"

"I tried getting you involved in this cheer team. So, you could make some friends." Her tone getting higher as she speaks. Frustration etched into her every word.

"I didn't want you to. I was fine the way I was."

"What? Walking around school like a sad little girl. Dark clothing and an attitude to match. Hating everything and everyone. You don't make any effort with anything other than that stupid TA position, and you act like the world owes you something." Taking a deep breath, she continues. "You're a loser, Ashley, and I tried to make you something more than that. We all gave you an in."

"Wow. Nice, Mia." I clap my hands together. "It took you all of two weeks to become a heinous bitch." Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I step down from the bench, shoulder checking Mia on the way past.

"No wonder your best friend stop talking to you. I'd kill myself if I had you as a friend." I freeze up. The words bleeding into my skin, washing over me like waves of blame and hatred for myself.

You weren't there, Ashley.

I face Mia, walking the few steps before I'm in her face. Rearing back, her eyes widen in fear as my fist connects with her jaw. She drops to the floor, cupping her mouth and the rest of the girls scramble around her screaming.

What a bunch of pussies. Jesus.

"Don't you ever mention her again," I point at her. "If you do, I'll fucking kill you, Mia." I immediately turn on my heels and expand the distance between us as they scream profanities behind me. As soon as I make it out of the gate, Sarah Chambers and Elena Michaels walk across my path, arm in arm as they laugh and joke with each other. Jesus, you wouldn't think their friend was just murdered a few days ago.

I can't take my eyes off of them as they walk through the iron gates at the front of the building. Checking my watch, I look at the time and realise where they're heading. Once the both of them are out of the picture, I can move onto the final act. I wonder if there will be a case study on me. The revenge killer from Brown.

I laugh to myself as I follow them out of the school gate and watch as they get into the car and drive off. The best part about being unnoticeable, boring, and uninterested in anything, is that people like them, tend to ignore you. If I'm being totally honest, people like me tend to fall into the background and are forgotten about.

We don't exist in their world, and they're so wrapped up within their own egos, while walking around with main character syndrome, that they don't even think there could be someone else around. That's ok though, they'll see me soon enough. And by then, it'll be far too late.

I think I might be the luckiest person alive right now, because the swimming centre Sarah and Elena train in, just so happens to back onto a park.

Like what are the odds?

It's like someone above, some greater being, is on my side. I'm yet again sitting in the darkness of the tree line, like a fucking vampire lord or a… serial killer. My chest shakes with a silent laugh as I throw some popcorn in my mouth and wait for the show to begin.

I set a trap you see. Something that will cause so much pain, and absolutely no way for them to rid themselves from it. They're always together and I might be hell bent on killing right now, but the fact of the matter is, I'd be incapable of taking two at once. I'm not Batman after all. So, considering these two cock sucking bitches are joined at the hip, I had to think smart.

And boy, did I come up with something so perfect, I wish Maisy was here to see it. I scoured the internet for hours, watching all kinds of videos and asking all kinds of questions on Marine chatrooms, claiming to need this for a book I'm writing. People can be so fucking stupid when they think they're going to get a mention on the acknowledgments page.

Fucking morons.

The only sound up until this moment is my loud chewing. Twigs snap behind me, but I'm far too invested in this to care and honestly, it can only be one person. Turning my head slightly, I look up to the person standing above me and I'm greeted with those dark eyes again.

Seering into me like a kindred spirit; the way death stares into the eyes of wandering souls on their final journey into the afterlife. If there is one, I truly hope I get to meet Maisy there. Just so I can tell her that she didn't suffer for nothing.

That her life, and her death meant something, to someone. To me. I waited long enough to make my move on these fuckers, and they deserve to experience unprecedented pain.

"Following me?" I ask, turning back to watch the entrance of the building. I've been sat here for over three hours and I'm becoming increasingly more bored by the second. Who spends that much time in a fucking swimming pool these days.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" I don't have to see his face to know he's smiling behind those words. I know he hates this; I know he wishes I would scream and cry or even run. Yet I just sit here. Awaiting the death I've been dreaming about since the moment my mother told me I'd never see my soulmate again. It still baffles me that I haven't spent a single moment in fear of him.

I've been around him twice, and only God knows how many times he has watched me. How much time has he spent near me, just out of arm's reach? I think I gave up on the fear of taking my last breath when I realised, I was truly alone in this world. Sure, I love my mother, but it doesn't change the fact that I am completely and utterly bored with my life.

Maisy gave me all I needed. The light in my perpetually dark life. She was my soul, my heart and every little piece of epithelial tissue that coated my body. Maisy was the very basis of my existence.

"Why would I be, either way, I'm dead," I shrug. "Besides, you're really going to want to watch this one." I smile around the mouthful of popcorn. Tapping the soil, I watch from my peripheral as he sits down beside me. The warmth of his body snatching the cold from me when the nylon of his black jacket rubs against mine, making a weird sound.

"You're the most interesting woman I've ever stalked, I'll give you that." Every word is said through soft laughter. The raspiness of his voice invigorating my every sense. Goosebumps trailing up my skin and I can't tell if it's the night air, or him being so close. I might not be afraid; I am however inquisitive.

"I thought brunettes were your type, anyway." I fist another handful of popcorn and shovel it into my mouth. The crunching of the sweet and salty mixture permeating my tastebuds and releasing that happy endorphin.

"There's a lot I'm doing lately that doesn't match my usual killing pattern," he sighs. Leaning over, a gloved hand snatches some popcorn from the bag as he lifts his black mask up and stuffs it into his mouth. He raises an eyebrow as he looks at me from the corner of his eye, winking at me in the darkness. A playful curve appears on his lips as he lowers the mask back down.

"How old are you, anyway?" He can't be that old, I'm sure.

"Does it matter?" he responds, without so much as a look in my direction.

"You don't look old," I shrug, turning to face the door again.

How long are these bitches going to be?

"Definitely don't fuck like you're old." The laugh I didn't know I had bubbles up from my throat. The sound of his gentle laughter covers me, as the warmth of his breath turns white in the air. It's then that I realise, this is the first time I've had a normal conversation. With a serial killer no doubt.

He stares at me. "That… That wasn't supposed to happen." As though he's looking through every single wall I've built up to every single person in this world. Typical of me to start looking at a serial killer as something more than. I mean, this guy has killed eight women in the past year, and nobody has managed to catch him. Yet here we sit, together, talking like old friends.

Tilting my body to the side I nudge his shoulder to mine. "Considering you cut the hearts out of women"s chests, I"d say that"s the least of your worries."

Smirking, he grabs another handful of popcorn, doing the same as before with his mask. The sound of laughter cuts into the air and I watch as the girls leave the building. Rubbing my hands together, I wipe away the invisible crumbs and stand. Placing the now empty packet of popcorn into the pocket of my puffer jacket and smile.

"You're going to want to stand for this one." I flick my hand at the side of me, gesturing for him to get up with me.

"What did you do?" His voice deep as he stands, watching the girls open the car and get in. Their shrill laughter making me wince as they close the doors simultaneously not knowing what's coming next.

"Just watch." I bite into my bottom lip and grin like a madman. The ignition on the car starts and for a split second I think I might have fucked everything up. The explosion booms and I flinch, taking a single step as my jaw drops. The hood of the car twisting in the air like a gymnast as fire engulfs the Range Rover Evoke.

The ringing in my ears screams as I focus on the screaming of the two girls scrambling to open the doors. The action has me involuntarily clapping my hands.

"A bomb?" He asks from beside me, taking a step forward into my peripheral.

"Kind of," I chuckle. "I only attached some wire wool to the ignition wires, yanked them through and placed them into the petrol tank. Messed with the electronic locks on the car and well… Kaboom." I mimic the explosion with my hands. "I didn't actually believe it would work though."

This time, I burst into fits of laughter and the sound of his laugh as he joins in, takes me back a little. I watch as the girls begin to smack their hands against the glass. Their muffled screams, and the pop, and crackle of the fire, are the only sounds flying through the air, as the ashy embers dance in the wind.

Their skin peeling away from their palms. The blisters breaking out all over their skin while the red and orange lights dance against our skin and within the reflection of his eyes. His chest rising and falling as he slowly turns to face me. Brushing the hair from my face he smiles.

"Get on your knees." Gloved knuckles slowly trace my cheek. "Now."

This is it; this is the moment he's going to kill me. "Wait not yet I-" Twisting his hand in my hair, I wince at the pain as he pushes me to the ground. He crouches down in front of me, flicking the blade of the knife out, he then traces the tip against my throat, from left to right. I wince as it scrapes against the delicate skin.

"Give me your hand." He breathes, not taking his eyes off of me. I lift my hand slowly, palm up, and he rests the sharp side of the blade against my skin. "Grip it… now." One by one, I wrap each finger around the blade and hold it tightly.

Trying my hardest not to show fear. Because let's face it, yes, I'm killing the people who hurt Maisy, but I still don't want to be cut up either because-

"OUCH!" I shout, as he yanks the blade from my grasp. "What the fuck was that for asshole, that hurt!"

"Take my cock out, sweet girl." He chuckles, as he stands. Gritting my teeth, I fumble with the buckle and zip of his trousers, pulling both the waistband of his boxers and trousers below his ass. Blood trickling from my palm, soaking into the fabric of my sleeve, which I fucking hate because wet fabric is vile. "Now touch me."

His voice softer this time, but still demanding. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft and begin sliding my bloody hand up and down, in a twisting motion as I reach the tip. Coating his cock in blood, my blood.

I bring my mouth forward, pressing my tongue to the tip, catching the mixture of pre-cum and blood that lingers on the head. Without warning, he thrusts the head of his cock past my lips and down the back of my throat and the metallic taste of my blood, invades my senses. I instantly heave at the unexpected intrusion, before he pulls back out, slapping me with his cock. I look up at him then, his eyes even darker than before. More aggressive in nature. My core slick with desire.

"Choke on it, sweet girl, make it nice and wet for me." Without a single moment to think it over, he thrusts back inside and bottoms out. The short, pubic hair at the base of his groin tickling my nose as I desperately try to breathe. He grips my hair in both hands and begins to fuck my throat, barely pulling out an inch before he's thrusting back in.

My chest is heaving and screaming for air. On my knees for a man that who's very hands have caused destruction and death wherever he goes. The small twigs and hard gravel from the soil below my knees, grind into my skin and I'm riddled with the memories from the last time he had me on my knees. There's something wrong with me.

I could fight him off, bite down and remove the hard appendage from his body. But I don't. I want this. The thrill and possibility that at any moment he could kill me. Grunting he pulls back out and I suck all the air I can into my lungs,

His fingers dig into the back of my skull, and he thrusts back in again. The squelching and intermittent coughing sounds coming from me are encasing us.

"That's my sick and twisted whore. Make me good and wet so I can fuck that tight little asshole of yours." Thrusting back and forth into my mouth like a wild animal. I look up and notice he's not looking at me anymore, in fact he's looking at the scene in front. Yanking himself from my sore throat, I fall back.

My pussy is throbbing with the need for him to be inside me and I hate it. I hate that he incites this level of desire within me. Then again, am I any better than him for allowing it. He drops to his knees dragging me forward and pushing me onto all fours in front of him while he reaches round to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Positioning himself behind me, he drags them past my ass.

"I'm going to fuck your ass till you bleed all over me, Ashley, and only when you're screaming will I let you come!" I feel him spread my ass cheeks apart and spit on my back hole. Jesus Christ, why the fuck am I so turned on by-

"Holy fuck!" I scream as he slams all the way inside my back hole in one fell swoop. Covering my mouth, he holds back the scream as I cry out into the leather of his glove.

"Fucking scream for me, you dirty little whore," he chuckles from behind me as he begins to move in and out. Not slowly and not fast either, the pace is brutal, and my stretched asshole burns with the foreign feeling of him inside me. "Look at them, Ashley. Look at both of them burning. For you… For us."

His lips reach my ear as he pulls me back against his chest, twisting me into this impossibly weird angle. Thrusting harder and harder, his movements unrelenting. The cold night air cutting into the skin on my bare ass. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine and the realisation that I'm absolutely soaking, drives me crazy.

"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" The muffled words press behind the hand that hasn't left my mouth and I want him to take what's left of my sanity with him when he leaves.

"I knew you'd like this," he growls, biting into my neck. Marking me as his. "Just like I knew your ass would strangle my cock, sweet girl." Just like the first time, he nips the leather between his teeth and yanks his glove off, pressing his fingers between my legs. "You're fucking soaking for me."

"Yes," I cry out when he removes his hand from my mouth. My eyes never leaving the sight ahead of me as sirens ring out in the distance.

"I brought something with me, something I know you'll like." I moan the moment his fingers leave my clit but the feel of him halting his thrusts as he rummages through his backpack, I thrust back a little, needing more of him. He laughs, spanking my left ass cheek. "You dirty slut. Fuck your ass on my cock. Let me see how fucking bad you want it." His vile words spur me on, press me to bounce up and down on him.

The pain soon turns into incredible pleasure as the fullness of him spreads up my body and into my hairline. The screaming from the car now silent as the flames still crackle in front of us. The moment his hand in back in view, my eyes widen at the item in front of me.

"You're going to take this in your cunt. Nod, if you understand." I nod my head frantically as the excitement of what's about to happen hits me. He slowly presses the dildo inside my core, and I scream out with the pressure of penetration in both of my holes.

"That's my dirty little whore. Now fuck yourself," he growls into my ear, and I can't stop myself from bouncing up and down on him, staring ahead at the crispy remains of the burning bodies ahead. They're dead, they're finally dead. The girls who made her feel less than the beautiful creature she was.

It's funny how they thought, for a single second, that they were going to get away with it. I continue bouncing up and down on both his cock and the dildo that's been forced inside me. Both our breathing completely erratic as I notice the fire truck and ambulance lights in the near distance.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chant. He meets me thrust for thrust, bottoming out and driving me crazy. Black spots popping in my eyes.

"Come for me, sweet girl!" he bellows, and my scream fills the air as the tears fall onto my cheeks.