May closed the school journal chuckling. “Heh, that was a loooong time ago.” She muttered, glaring at the windows of the Kelsey’s house. Oh, how we’ve changed. She smiled, thinking back to her middle school days when the whole world domination thing was just a joke between Irene, herself, and a few other friends. To include Anson, soon to be in the army, prepared to protect the country and its president. Ah, I remember this plan when we were still in 7th grade, Irene’s gonna kill her parents to get to their army. But I’ll kill ‘em first. She smirked in the darkness, cloaked in shadows. Oh, how sadistic I’ve become.

She looked again. Coast Is clear. She vaulted over the edge of the roof and slunk over to the edge of her neighbor’s yard. Looking around to make sure no one saw her, she pushed her short self up and hopped over the fence. Man, I remember I used to be SCARED to do that. I always did think I was a wimp. She smirked, pulling out a revolver, a couple hidden blades lay waiting in her sleeves and pockets just in case she missed.

Pushing herself against the white exterior walls of the house, almost blending completely in, save her eyes and her body shape. She scooted her way to the back door, glancing over to see if any lights were on. There weren’t. She oiled the hinges just in case, then slowly slid the door open. Soundless.

Suddenly she smelt something in the air. Irony. Blood. Oh, COME ON! Don’t tell me… She floated through the hall, passed Irene’s open door. There was no one inside. She tensed, heading to the parents' room. Blood stained the carpet a shade of dark velvet. An effect of the shadows.

“I see you got here before me,” May chuckled, addressing the shadow standing over the limp, bloodied corpses of Irene’s parents. “It was your idea anyway.”

Standing there with a serious face, Irene said, “Come on help me clean this up before Eric wakes up...”

“Yeah, yeah, Ok.” She picked up one of their legs and started dragging the corpse towards the window, drawing a trail of blood behind it. “Wait a second, I probably shouldn’t be doing this, it’s making an even bigger mess and some of the innards are being left on the floor.” She said, looking at the trail and the little chunks of meat, brains, and bones left stuck in the little loops of the carpet. “What a coincidence that you decided to do this on the same night I did.” May said casually as she picked up the body spotting the rather large hole in the head where Irene had shot them. Right in the middle of the temple going right to the other side. She watched as the hole continued to grow wider as some unseen force continued to eat away at the tissue. “Hey, Did you use one of those new guns your parents made?” May whispered, inspecting the wound which was obviously not made by a normal bullet.

“Let’s not discuss it now,” Irene said urgently, picking up the body of her other parent. “Let’s get this cleaned up before anyone notices.” She carried the other body, still twitching somewhat, to the window and opened it. “Could you bring the trash can around?” She asked her close friend and partner in crime. And not specifically this crime.

“Okey dokey!” She said whispering happily, setting down the body and jumping out the window.

It’s kinda weird how she acts so bubbly and happy like that sometimes. Irene thought to herself, grabbing a trash bag to stuff the bodies in. It may not have completely worked but it would have to do. At least it hid the bodies a little.

“Got the trash can!” May whispered, tapping her on the shoulder. She had rolled up the trash can and hopped through the window so silently it made Irene jump a little when she finally made her presence known. Though she would never admit it. “Oh,

that’s a good idea.” She said peeking over her shoulder looking at the stuffed bags. “Now If we just put a little junk in there and spray off the blood, NO ONE WILL NOTICE! After all, it just rained the other day so it’s okay if some of the bags are wet right?” She poked her in the ribs, “I didn’t even think of that!” She clapped her hands silently together with glee.

Neither did I Irene thought. “How are we going to clean the rest of this up though?” She asked indicating the blood splattered room as May stuffed the tops of the bags with trash and hoisted them into the trash can waiting just outside the window.

“Oh, leave that to me!” May said, smiling happily. “The master-crime-cleaner-upper is here to rescue you! Don’t worry I’m an expert when it comes to this stuff!”