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No, he had to get rid of her, and he would do it quickly before she got away.
    He grasped for his trusty knife and pulled it from his pocket. Her eyes widened at the sight. She threw her back against the door but because of the locks, it didn’t budge. She knew what was coming, he had seen that look in a lot of people’s eyes, but he didn’t give her the chance to speak. He hated when they asked him “why”. He grasped her hair to pull her head back and slid the blade across her throat.
    She gurgled instantly as blood poured from the wound cascading like a broken dam of crimson. Chance clicked off the locks in the car and kicked open the door beside her so that she could fall to the ground. She lie there in the dirt, bleeding but not moving. Her shock had taken her over. He stared at her for a moment to make sure she wouldn’t run. He knew that even if she did, she wouldn’t get very far. She was reaching up to her throat, the crimson smearing onto her hand as she desperately tried to slow the bleeding.
    Chance climbed out of the Honda Ridgeline on his own side. He went over to the dirt beside Kate and with his fingers he etched a quick pentagram into it making careful sure to dig it as deep as possible. It wasn’t his best work, but it would have to do. Then, he grabbed Kate and pulled her towards the mark he had just made.
    She left a bloody trail from the truck to the pentagram turning the dirt a mud color that didn’t quite look maroon in the rapidly fading light. She still had enough strength in her to kick at him when he tried to move her, but her attacks were weak and feeble.
    He dropped the body onto the pentagram, and her blood quickly filled the wells in the dirt. He watched her for a minute to make sure she wouldn’t run. He noted how the wounds in the dirt seemed to be weeping with her blood before he went to the back of his truck. He pulled up the tarp which revealed a few white garments of clothing, a tank of gasoline, and a toolbox that he knew contained nothing but a small box of matches. He pulled out a pure white dress and went back to where he had left Kate. She was dead, lying stiff with her own blood staining her in a thick river from her throat all down her torso. Her eyes were wide and staring at nothing. He set the garment down and dropped to his knees beside the pentagram cautious of landing in any of Kate’s blood.
    “Forgive the improper ritual, my lord,” he whispered. “But regardless, I give you her soul to take.”
    When he was finished chanting, he turned his attention back to Kate and pulled out his blood soaked knife. He knew some of it had wiped off onto the inside of his pocket. He’d have to be sure to burn his clothes later. He turned the knife towards Kate, ready to finish his work so he could dump her body and go back into his phony mind frame again before anyone noticed he was gone. 

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    Luna trudged down the sidewalk quickly with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Thoughts of the dinner that she would be forced to have with Chance stained her mind. She knew it would be a long day with her mind plagued with her impending misery. She sighed and looked up at the road ahead of her. She could see Violet waiting for her and she jogged until she reached her. Luna had managed to go an entire evening without saying a bad thing about Chance (out loud at least) and now she felt like she was going to explode. She slowed down and they began to walk towards the school.
    “So, how are you today?” Luna asked Violet.
    She shrugged. “I’m okay, the same as always. I hope you’re feeling better today than you did yesterday.”
    “I feel the same,” she replied as she remembered yesterday.
    “Oh, and why’s that?” Violet asked.
    “I’m officially tired of Chance,” Luna said and winced as soon as she