The woods at night were ideal. Along with the fire we had started I couldn't think of anything else that needed to be done at the moment, besides putting it out.

"I'll go first." Braeden said before taking off his shirt and pants, then tossing them in the fire.

There were four of us. Me, Ryan, Braeden, and Terrence. The process wasn't long; we had gone over this before we committed the crime of course. We would burn our clothes, burn the weapon, and then go our separate ways in the night.

"The weapon, Macy?" I was holding it in my hand since I didn't have any pockets to carry it in at the moment. It was my father's pistol back when he was in the Army. He had stolen it from an enemy soldier he killed in a melee. He must have told that story tens of times by now.

"Macy?"

"Bang!" The sound of the first shot reverberated throughout the woods. Following it was the sound of Terrence hitting the ground.

We had met in third grade, I believe it was at a CO-ED track meet. He was picking his nose and flinging his boogers on to people like an obnoxious little animal.

"Terrence!!" I heard Ryan scream. Out of him and Braeden he was the next to die.

We had met in first grade, due to both of our dad's being part of the same branch of military. My mother was always setting up play dates between the both of us. It was annoying at first, but I began to get along with him slowly and we became good friends. Of course, this came with its fair share of teasing from my parents.

"Fucking Maniac!" By time I found Braeden it was getting close to morning.

We had played Hunter countless times when we were four and five years old. I remember never being able to catch him back then, no matter what head start I was given, he would always beat me.

"Please...Please, Macy." He spoke as pathetic as a pig squealing before the slaughter. Was it not obvious that he had to die? Surely if Ryan and Terrence had been killed, did he think he would be an exception? All humans die, the only thing that matters is the process. Would it be a slow death? Or fast? Would it be painful? Or Easy? Would you die surrounded by others? Or would you die alone in the woods? Of course, for the men who killed my father, it would naturally be the latter.