insanity?..maybe

a late night killing spree

It's at least 5 minutes after ten,none but the theives and pimps are out this late..all is silent before a blood curdling scream sounds.just as soon as it started the scream ends,and the thud of a body hitting concrete echos through the empty arinain air,out of the ally I walk,covered in my victims blood..to the casual observer I appeared nothing more then a 22 year old girl,dressed in a homemade costume on her way home after a long night of trick or treating.
But to a well trained eye I was no trick or treater I was a murderous psychpath.
Thankfully there's noone around who might have seen me kill the girl,a cheerleader to be precise."damn cheerleaders,always thinking of nothing but who's a better athlete,I wish that somehow they'd just dissappear..well except for chelsea.'sigh'  wonder what she's doing."I look around at the empty street,nothing but stonework and concrete.
I head back home whistling one of my favorite songs,i'm so absorbed in my whistling that I don't notice a shadow move up behind me,but I stop cold in my tracks when I feel the cold metal of a gun up against my head..I look back from the corner of my eye and see a familier face.
"What are you up to now pierce?,holding someweasel up at gunpoint is new."
"Shut it liz,I don't have time to deal with your ridiculious weasel puns!"
I'm surprised at his briskness..but I see something more surprising in his usually calm brown eyes,fear,that makes me reconsider my decision of going home.
"Alright easy does it peter,I won't use anymore weasel puns from now on..now who's got you all spooked?"
"You know christopher right?"
I nod,ol' chris sancher and I were old cell mates in the sanitarium..pierce continues his tale,removing the gun from my head.
"Well he says that razor is going to take over for him,and we're all happy an' stuff but then razor's gal wire says that before we can be a real gang we have ta get rid of the hellhound...in other words,you"
I get it now..wire was calling the shots but she knew that the rest of the gang wouldn't dare hurt me,so she had killed chris,who was 26 and her superior and had possibly incarcerated razor..I growl at the thought of thatbrat hurting my friends.
I look at pierce,fire in my eyes.I say one sentence to him.
"Bring me to her."