2 Who Brings A Bomb -2

I stalk around the house and find an opening where I was sure I could kill Clark and wound the others without hurting Joey, Chris, or little Tina. Mu eyes sparkled as I take my chance and fire all the rounds, taking out Clark and wounding the rest just like I wanted.

I jump through the window, ignoring the broken glass and jump in the air before landing on Clark's neck. My foot sank in and I felt the crunch of bones through my boots. The sickening cracking sound's almost made me want to run to the toilet and puke out my food.

I grab the knife I took from my first kills body and pull back the head of the first man I meet and slice his throat causing blood to rain in the room. it was a pretty sight, all of the blood falling down and filling into little puddles the floor. Although, that's just me.

"Ha ... Hahaha! I understand it now ... no wonder they have me this little gift. A monster like you truly shouldn't be alive." the man in the corner was laughing, "Even your family was scared of you, did you know they secretly looked for your weaknesses and recorded then down, since you were a little girl?"

"of course I did. I'm not stupid unlike you. I would've done so to, if I were in their shoes and if you're going to ask why I didn't kill them, it is because at the end of the day, their still my family. I'm not going to explain it even if you ask."

He stopped laughing and a click could be heard. "You fucking Idoit! who brings a bomb?" I dash to my younger siblings and throw them outside, not caring if they got a broke a bone or two in the process. It's better than them dying.

"Sissy! come on!!-" their screams were cut off by the explosion. Scorching hear waved blasted my body and tore me apart. Suddenly, images of my life flashes past my eyes.

Most were of people being cautious of me, but they ones I held dear seemed to be longer. There was my first time at the academy, then my first friend. Seeing my younger siblings as they grew up and helping them with whatever they needed. in a since, I was another parent to them. Even to Joey even though we're close in age being only two years younger than me.

A sigh escaped my lips as I watch Joey reluctantly pull Chris and Tina away. That was how I died, by some nobody besting me with a bomb. It's a shame they had to see Grandma die right before their eyes. Guess I couldn't shield them from everything.

As the memories of my life started to end , new ones of a pretty boy started to emerge along with pain on my chest. The likes of someone punching me. This wasn't right. I feel myself flying backwards and crashing into something. the pain from the explosion had disappeared only to be replaced with a punch.

"You ungrateful bastard child!" Were the last words I heard before I blacked out.

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I woke up thirty minutes ago, but all I heard was a bunch of people talking about it would be great if I died. That I was scum and when it's my funeral, their making bets on who's going to knock me out of my casket first without being seen. I love pranks, but that's just to far. Even when I killed people I was respectful to the dead.

I opened eyes and stared at the people who were talking about me. They stunk of one to many perfumes and made my nose itch. I committed all of their faces to memory. One thing I learned about their pretty boy, was that he had a photographic memory. I learned when I first woke up that this body was not mine. That was mostly due to the thing I felt lying between my legs that almost killed me from shock.

The reason it seems that the boy , who was also named Logan, had gotten a maid pregnant. The previous Logan was also eighteen and he didn't want to give his unborn child or children up once his grandfather found out. To bad I can't pat the boy on his back, while my back. I sat and put my arm behind my back. giving myself a pat.

"Can you annoying fools get it already, I'm hungry and your in my way." some girls screamed and fainted, and even a guy had a high pitched scream. "What, never thought I'd wake up? Well you thought wrong bitch." The girl who just woke up fainted again. I chuckled and walked out the room to find the kitchen using Logan's memories.

While walking, I kept my ears open, listening to all the gossip from the servants and maids. It seemed that the woman caring my children had fled when she heard that I might be dead. She's a smart person, but still a little evil. She had spiked Logan's drink, and him being a typical male teenager, slept with her. I raced over all of his memories before stopping at the kitchen door. That is why, I'll raise the children on my own. Of course I'll have to prepare for it and make sure she doesn't find out that I'll discard her once I have my children and a women who still has milk if I can't find another source like a cows or goat milk. I wonder if I'll have twins.

I open the door to the kitchen and snag an apple, banana, and some type of berries I didn't recognize. I walk to where my father would be and walk straight in, interrupting whatever they were discussing. While I went through his memories, I learned that this is a magic world and this boy is a creation mage who can draw or create materials from the particles in the air . This land is one of the top ten clans, Lakes. So Logan Lakes is, or was, a genius but got drunk and slept with a girl who was a maid that wanted to climb in power and seen that Logan would be an easy target since she was beautiful girl- on the outside- and now she's pregnant with his child(s). Nice.

I turn to the closest person near me who happened to be a maid, "Where is my grandfather?" I'm not a scary person, but this little maid was shaking with fear ridden eyes as she stared at me. She was quite a pretty thing with big, almond shaped eyes a heart face with pink, glossy lips and her adorable height.

"T-Th-The m-m-master is i-in the meeting hall.!" Her loud voice hurt my eardrums causing me to glare at the girl, only to stop because it looked like she might faint. I rolled my eyes and walked to the meeting hall. I stopped at the big elegant wooden doors then stroll straight in, not caring about the loud shouts of the servants. The talking stopped once I walked in. I ignored the scowls on all of their faces and just keep my eyes straight ahead, staring right at my grandfathers cold, dark eyes.

"Grandfather," I stop a meter in front of him, "Let's talk about my unborn child."