I crouch on my heels, catching my breath. I look down at the corpse at my feet and laugh. “ Well then! That’s done! “ I say happily jumping up and wiping my axe. “ Yeah. Nice job!” Ally says from behind me. I nudge the body with the toe of my boot. “ Well Wyatt…let’s um..go get food “ Ally says on her phone. “ Sure but I’ll clean up first. Also who are you texting? “ I ask a little annoyed she’s texting while bloody. “ Oh no one “ Ally puts her phone away. My best friend almost never says no one she’s always direct. “ ‘Kay. Everything alright? “ I ask knowing I’m pushing a little. “ Yes! Of course! Why wouldn’t I? “ she says not making eye contact which usually she never fails to do. “ Alright. Help me lug this down to the lake “ I say grabbing the legs of the now dead Iyla. She grabs the arms and we bring her through the front door and to the lake near the house. We planned to murder Iyla here since it’s in the woods. Perfect not to get caught. Once we throw her in I walk behind Ally and silently grab her phone. I do the password and see what she’s been doing. She’s been texting her friend sending her videos of me murdering Iyla and telling her she’ll say when to call the police.

I laugh out loud the calm and quiet woods peace now broken. The leafless tree surround us with birds now disturbed.

“ You were trying to get me arrested?! “ I say my voice shaking. “ What? Wyatt I would never- “ she turns to see me on her phone. “ Wyatt…it’s not what it looks like “ she says taking a step towards me. “ Really?! Looks like your trying to tell the police! “ I yell. She looks nervous “ You have gotta understand I was scared! “ she starts. “ Scared? I broke my rules for you! You asked to help! “ I scream. “ What rules? There’s no rules to murder! “ she retaliates. “ My rules. No witnesses! Now…you die “ I say gripping my axe. “ Wyatt. Your taking it too far. Your not gonna kill me “ Ally crosses her arms. I laugh “ your funeral! “ I step closer. A few looks cross her face confusion, realization, and terror. I start to run at her and she sprints like a little rabbit.

I catch up and swing my axe hitting her back. She cries and falls to the ground. The pine needles seem to provide cushion as she rolls over. “ Now believe me? “ I ask her eyes reflecting my brown hair a mess and my green eyes full of hatred. She’s bleeding bad and obviously in pain. I pull my axe out of her back.

“ Why Wyatt? “ Ally asks quietly as tears stream down her face. Yet I have no pity nor remorse. “ No witnesses “ I mutter. I kneel down next to her “ Well then! That seems…done “ I say as I realize we’ve been best friends since Kindergarten. Pain stabs my heart as I stand and bring my axe down on her throat.