Kill #19:
Happy Deathday!
By Rose
It started off
with a tweet.
@PandaPrincess
– I’m turning 32 soon! FML! Kill me now please @nickcarter!
How could he
not take that seriously?
He smirked as
he began to plot how to go about it. He knew what he wanted to do, satisfy the
fans. And if that happens to coincide for his own ever-growing thirst for
blood, well, that was all the more rewarding. He was already following this fan
that seemed to beg for death, so it wouldn’t be all that difficult would it? He
would visit her before he and the others went overseas to London. Nick smirked,
and then he could start killing the British fans. That would be different.
He direct
messaged her on Twitter immediately.
It can’t be that bad, but how about I
stop by there for a little birthday treat before I leave the states?
It was only
two minutes before he got the reply, with the address and everything. That was
the convenience of being verified on Twitter. She knew it was him. So he didn’t
need to deal with any of that “prove it to me” like he would if they were still
using AOL or something. Thank God for technology!
@PandaPrincess
– OMG Nick Carter messaged me! I think it’s because of the eye-babies.
Nick laughed
as words from a famous villain came to mind – All too easy.
It wasn’t too
difficult to set everything else in motion. A few phone calls, an airplane
ticket, a few favors called in. He didn’t have to explain why. Nick loved that
about him. He was Nick Carter, and although his fame wasn’t what it used to be,
he still had enough influence to get what he wanted without even the hint of
questions. Sometimes, it was good to be him.
A day and some
hours later had him waiting in a house in Georgia. It was a lot to go through
to kill just another fan, sure. But he wasn’t on tour anymore. Now, he had to
work just a little longer, just a little harder. But in the end, it would be
worth it. Nick grinned; he had to start getting more creative with this. He
still hadn’t topped those amazing muffins he’d made so long ago.
Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday
dear Caty, Happy Birthday to you!
That was his
cue!
He burst out of
the cake he remained hidden in while the singing was going on. It took a few
favors to make that one happen, but in the end it did. The result was perfect.
The fan before him couldn’t look any happier; a bright shiny tiara adored the
top of her head, full of dark brown hair. Her mother and friends, who looked
kind of like mindless zombies, stood behind her. The benefit was knowing these
were fans too. But this kill was for Caty alone, she
was the one who would count as another notch on his kill ration. He smirked as
he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Light the
candles baby, I’ve got one more surprise for you, let me go get it.”
Nick chanced a
glance behind him and confirmed she was doing as he told her. He quickened his
pace. Once out of the house he started running ahead at full speed. It was good
that he’d gotten in such great shape. If he hadn’t, well, he’d risk killing himself. Sure, he knew he’d probably
come back again, but the entire point of this was that he was sick of dying.
It’d been awhile since the last time, but on twitter, he saw talk of it
starting up again.
Damn that Rose, for setting this shit
into motion.
One he got a
safe enough distance, he looked at his watch. It would be long now.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
KABOOM!
The earth
shook with the window shattering explosion. He could hear glass breaking in the
houses surrounding the site. Flames shot high into the air, a cloud of smoke
filling the immediate area. Nick began humming as he strolled casually away.
He’d seen enough carnage. Who knew that there were sticks of dynamite small
enough to pass as birthday candles? He really had to thank Google for that
tidbit.
“Happy deathday
to number nineteen…happy deathday to you…and many moooore…”
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