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A Bad Idea 143

Anne grabbed David’s leg, her gauntlet hand allowing her to exert a shit-ton of pressure on it. Then she pulled the leg out from underneath him.

“This is the only way you know how to deal with problems, isn’t it?” Anne asked. “Beating them up.”

“She killed Ricky,” David said. “This isn’t some fucking game. I don’t understand why you’ve got to treat it like some goddamn–”

“I hate you!” Anne screamed.

David yanked his leg out of Anne’s grasp. Then he leaned forward, reached his arm out in an attempt to grab the gauntlet.

Anne smacked him in the face.

“Do you remember what you said to me, after my parents died?”

David put his hand to his cheek, surprised by how much the slap stung.

For a second, he forgot himself. When he remembered, he said, “No.”

Nothing. You barely looked at me. You and your friends were hanging out, laughing about who knows the fuck what. What the fuck is wrong with you? I know we’d stopped talking much after we got to high school, but your Dad killed my mom. The least you could’ve done… you could’ve said something.”

“My friend is dead,” David growled.

“Death happens, fuckhead,” Anne said. “Bad things happen. I’m just sorry it took you so long to figure it out.”

“She…” David ran his fingers through his hair. Pointed to Shade, who lay there silent. “Killer.”

He looked at Shade, forgetting everything else. He never liked Anne, anyway. She was always such a bitch. He remembered the ways she’d looked at him over the years, like he was less than her just because he had a dick. Well fuck her, he figured. She was an evil fuck-up — smart when it came to science, sure, but an idiot nonetheless.

“Killed Ricky.” David lunged for Shade.

Anne couldn’t take it anymore — couldn’t take the way he was talking, the way he was acting, remembering what a dick he’d been to her.

She picked up the harpoon.

“I killed Ricky,” she said.

David turned around. “Wha–”

He didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence. Anne shot the harpoon straight into his chest. It punched through skin and bone.

He collapsed.

Anne spoke softly, “I’d do it again, too.”

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