Sadistic

Chapter One

It was quiet. Not a single sound could be heard. She sat in the closet, hiding, with her ear pressed against the door, listening for the sound of footsteps. Waiting for the family to return. They had gone out for dinner and as soon as they had left, she slipped inside the house, crept into the kitchen, and searched for their collection of kitchen knives. She selected the longest, thinnest one they had, and then after taking a few snacks out of the cabinets, she ran and hid in the hall closet. Alice checked her watch. 11:28 pm.

Alice sat there deliberating for what felt like an hour, eating and wondering if she should kill the parents first and make Eva watch, or to kill her first. The girl's name was Eva Freyman, and she started bullying Alice when Eva's father was transferred here to Graham High School almost a year ago. They were seniors in high school now. She would make fun of her clothes, or her hair, and once she even tripped Alice in the hallway. In front of a teacher, no less. And the teacher had done nothing, mainly because Eva was Principal Freyman's daughter and she didn't want to get fired. Alice's anger only increased as the months went by, and after seven months of bullying by Eva and her group of friends, she had finally snapped. The final straw had been when Eva had had someone photoshop Alice's face onto someone else's nude body, and had spread it around school. Multiple people made fun of Alice and some started calling her a slut or a whore. She tried to tell them that it wasn't her body, it was just her face. It had been photoshopped on. But the damage was done. She would take her revenge on all of them, in any way she could.

And Eva was going to be the first to go.

Alice snapped to attention when she heard a car door slam, then another, then another. It had to be Eva and her parents. A key turned in the front door, and she tensed, tightly gripping the kitchen knife. Running through the plan again in her mind, she waited until the talking and laughter abated, and after about an hour and a half (according to her cell phone) she slowly cracked open the door. Alice peeked out looking for people coming down the hallway, and saw no one.

Quietly she opened the door and crept down the hallway, up the stairs and stood outside Eva's bedroom. She couldn't see a light coming from under the door, but she could hear soft, classical music playing, so she assumed that Eva was in bed, asleep. Alice turned the doorknob slowly and pushed the door open, wincing when it creaked. She stood still for a moment to make sure that the noise hadn't woken Eva, then moved towards the bed, hoping that Eva was a heavy sleeper. Alice climbed over Eva so that she was straddling her, and she quietly and carefully placed two pieces of duct tape over Eva's mouth. Then she set to work tying her to the bed with the nylon rope that she brought.

She had both of Eva's legs and one of her arms tied to the bed, and it was when she was tying Eva's other arm to the bed that Eva woke up. Alice kept on tying her arm to the bed as Eva sleepily opened her eyes and looked around, and watched her eyes widen in alarm as she realized what was going on. Alice grinned maniacally as Eva tried to scream, but to no avail, and watched in amusement as Eva struggled at her bonds. Picking up the kitchen knife, she ran the blade over her fingertips as Eva began sobbing, trying to scream and alert her parents.

Alice harshly smacked her across the face.

"Try to scream again, and I'll kill them first and make you watch," she whispered.

Eva kept struggling, and Alice slapped her again, a strange smile playing on her face.

"It's so fun watching you struggle," Alice murmured. "Just as much fun as you had making fun of me. Why would you do that, Eva? I never did anything to you. You didn't have to be mean to me. But, oh well. That doesn't matter now. What matters is that you're going to die and so are your pathetic friends. And your parents and their parents will die as well, because they knew that you and your stupid friends were bullying people at school and they did nothing! They treated you and your bitchy friends like angels!"

Alice struggled to keep her voice down in her anger. Eva's face was wet with tears. Alice wanted this torture to last. She wanted Eva to learn her lesson.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Alice whispered, starting to giggle.

She ripped open Eva's shirt with the knife, Eva making frantic muffled noises against the cloth. Alice pressed the point of the knife into Eva's chest, and pushed down hard, the knife sinking into Eva's skin. The bound girl struggled harder, her screams of pain muffled. Alice continued carving into the girl's skin, until after a few minutes, the word "bully" was carved into Eva's flesh. The girl was struggling wildly, trying to get free, and Alice only smiled. She slowly and methodically began making small cuts all over Eva's arms, watching the blood slowly trickle down them. Alice loved torturing her victims. The sound of their sweet muffled screams were heaven to hear, and it was amusing to watch them struggle. Before long, they realized that struggling was useless, and that they wouldn't live through the torture. It seemed to be taking Eva awhile to realize that.

Eva kept trying to scream, to wake her parents, but all she was going to do was give herself a sore throat. Then, Alice's eyes fell on Eva's clothes, and she had an idea. Using the knife, she ripped Eva's shirt the rest of the way open, revealing her breasts. Then she sliced open her pajama pants and underwear, exposing her completely.

"You don't know how humiliated I was, Eva! But now, in death, you'll be just as humiliated as I," Alice whispered maniacally.

Suddenly, Eva's arm came untied from the bed because of her struggling, and she immediately tried to use it to rip the tape off of her face. But Alice was quicker, and stronger. She grabbed the girl's arm, and sat on it. Eva's sobs resumed.

"Goodbye, Eva. I'll see you in hell," Alice said to her.

Alice smiled before putting the knife to the other girl's throat and slicing it from ear to ear. Alice watched as Eva struggled to breathe, only succeeding in drawing in little gasps as she bled to death. She watched the blood soak into Eva's brown hair, clothes, and bedsheets.

Once Alice was sure that the girl was dead, she got up off the corpse, and stabbed the knife deep into Eva's chest. She was wearing gloves, so she was certain no one would find her fingerprints on them. She wondered if she should actually kill Eva's parents, but then she decided not to yet, because the agony of them seeing their daughter like that satisfied her enough. Alice also might as well take a few things of Eva's. Things that no one would recognize. She had every right to take them, seeing as Eva wouldn't have any more use for them.

Moving to the window, she quietly opened it, and then she went to Eva's desk and deliberately knocked a glass cup off of it. It shattered into pieces when it hit the floor. Alice heard shuffling in Eva's parents' room, and Eva's mother said,

"What was that?"

"I think that came from Eva's room," Principal Freyman replied. "I'll go check."

Alice ran to the window, and climbed out of it. Closing it behind her, she settled in a place where she wouldn't be seen, but where she could see what happened. She heard Principal Freyman knock on the door.

"Eva? Eva, darling, are you alright?" He said, opening the door.

Apparently, he couldn't see too well, so he flicked on the light.

He stood stock still for a moment, as if his eyes couldn't process what he was seeing. Then he screamed and ran to Eva's side, yanking the knife out of her chest and shaking her. Alice watched as Mrs. Freyman ran into the room, and she took one look at Eva's corpse, and fell to the floor in a dead faint. Alice knew that they were going to call the cops soon, so she had to leave, though she wished that she could stay and watch.

Alice climbed down the side of the house, and when she reached the ground, she took off back to her house. The first of her victims could be crossed off the list.

When Alice reached her house, she climbed up the ladder that she had leaned against the side to her room, and quietly opened the window, slid inside, and shut it behind her. Her mother, June, was waiting for her on her bed, smiling.

"How did it go, sweetheart?" June asked.