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...As directed, I turn so they see me in profile, and wait. When they march Kaiser out the door, the audience goes insane shouting my name to kill him. They secure his hands behind a post, which is unnecessary. He’s not going anywhere. There’s nowhere to go. This is not the roomy stage before the Training Center but the narrow terrace in front of the bastard’s mansion. Even if there was I'd still kill him! No wonder no one bothered to have me practice. He’s ten yards away. Not that I'd have ever needed practice no matter where they put him since I never miss ever.

I feel the knife purring in my hand. Reach back and grasp the hilt. Position it, aim at the rose, but watch his face. He coughs and a bloody dribble runs down his chin. My earlier stabbings must have been too much for the pansy. His tongue flicks over his puffy lips. I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again.“Oh, my dear Mr Spades. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.”

He’s right. We did.

The point of my blade shifts upward. I release the hilt. And that bitch Snowman collapses over the side of the balcony screaming as the long blade penetrates her body right between her breasts and plunges to the ground. She's still twisting on the ground so I chuck another couple knives deeply into her squirming body until she's Dead.

In the stunned reaction that follows, I’m aware of one sound. Kaiser’s laughter. Another few blades puts an end to that! The crowd goes wild, cheering me.

"Slick, you wrote self-insert fanfic about killing other students. Be glad all that happened was getting an F for completely ignoring the assignment."

"It's because that fucker was sucking up to you."

"And not even good self-insert fanfic," Snowman continued, looking the paper over again. "Why would Kaiser and I be on opposite sides?"

"That's what you think."

"Yes, Slick, that's what I think," she repeated patiently. "To say nothing of how much more confusing it is after replacing every instance of the word 'president' for 'bitch'. It really hurts the plotline when you've removed any reference to her position. Maybe if you'd tried harder the teacher would have pretended to take this seriously long enough to report your implied suicide threat."

"What im-" Slick shot out of the chair and bolted across the room, leaving it to clatter to the floor.

Snowman ignored this. "It's so lazy. This is almost word for word the same thing as the book except you changed bow to knife and added in a few more bad lines."

"And I said you're a bitch!" Slick said, judging it was a safe distance.

"I know, it's not even imaginative with its insults. Did you stab your elementary school friend too many times? Your homework was so much better when he was doing it."

"Fuck you."