Story of the wonder girl:
I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven
with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the
school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my
thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if
they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me
anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that
couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun
store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns
around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner
asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't
take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also
workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my
hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the
AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live
for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the
AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back
holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the
gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile
appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered
reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in
my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from
a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my
bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school
with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass
and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol,
and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid
down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool,
I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it.
I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was
quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control
of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker.
My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were
extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I
said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up
behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking."
I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and
strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring,
like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though,
They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full
control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there.
"NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO..
WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with
the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag,
and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies
on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this
was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the
wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the
school. (part 2??)