Thanks for the support. Here's part 3 of the series:



Daniel and Frederique were hanging around in the old warehouse, as usual. She was reading him a poem of hers, one of the many ones, when Annita stormed in. "I'LL KILL THE FUCKING BITCH, I SWEAR I'LL KILL HER!" Both the kids' heads turned. "I want her dead soooo bad", the girl kept going on and on. "I want her to suffer"! She was breathing heavily from excitement and anger. "Finally", Fred commented with the same low, monotone voice. It's been weeks since it was Annita's turn, and she could not make up her mind.


VICTIM NUMBER THREE: STACY PETERSON



Killing one of Annita's class-mates wouldn't take so much work, if Annita didn't want precise specifications. So, preparations begun 10 days before the actual day of the murder. No one was happy about it, but Daniel said it had to be done. When they had everything set up, Annita got to set the trap.

It was so easy. During recess she sneaked next to Stacy's schoolbag, and without any witnesses, slipped in a note in the front pocket (Stacy would surely search there) , simply writing:

"I'VE SEEN HOW YOU LOOK AT ME, I LIKE YOU, TOO. MEET ME IN THE OLD WAREHOUSE, AFTER SCHOOL.

GEORGE XXX"

Annita knew how in love with him Stace was. She'd never stop talking about George, a guy from Frederique's year. It was an invitation she would not decline.



When the last bell rang, all three kids run to their favorite place, and waited for Stacy to arrive. The girl, a thin, short chick with straight brown hair up to her shoulders, entered with a nervous smile on her face. "George?", she waited for an answer, but no one replied. The next moment, the girl felt a rag, violently pressing over her mouth and nose. She tried to pull away but before she could, she saw a boy and an older girl hold her securely, by each hand. She screamed into the soaked rag, which muffled most of the sound. She quickly became weaker and weaker until she fell unconscious into the stranger's hands.

When the girl opened her eyes, she saw a goth-girl's face, the blue sky surrounding it. The unknown girl kept walking, holding Stacy in her arms, while Annita, which Stacy immediately recognized, was holding her legs, tied up with rope. They moved in an empty dirt field, no one in sight, no apparent destination. Regardless, their victim didn't like where they were going.

The young girl flailed aimlessly, trying to free herself from the girls' grasp, but her hands were also tied behind her back. The victim tried to protest her freedom, but the duct tape placed on her mouth, prevented her from making a case. "How much more do we have to walk? she's tiring my back with all her twitching", complained Frederique. "Not much", Daniel reassured her. He was holding something that looked like an oxygen tank.

After 5 more minutes of Stacy's annoying struggles, they stopped. Stacy was placed down on the ground, where another piece of rope was fastened to her wrists, and pulled to her ankles, forcing her into a strict hogtie.



There was a sign that read "CONSTRUCTION SIGHT - ROAD PAVING". The road was to be paved tomorrow. Daniel walked near a tiny hill of dirt and pulled a dirty cover that was laid down, revealing a large hole. The kids had been digging for 3 hours each day, after school and at sneaking out of their places at night, to finish this. It was a 5 feet deep, 5 feep long, 2 feet wide hole that was destined to be Stacy's final resting place.

At the sight of it, the girl started screaming, panicked, making the connection herself "MMMMMM.. MMMMMM..MMMMMMM!!!!". "Shut up or i'll chloroform you again, and that will be the last sound you make!" Annita threatened her. The screams were reduced to soft, crying moans, as the kids pulled out the shovels that had been left inside the hole.

"Wait", said Fred. "What?" the other two enquired. "We should take her panties, too", said the gothgirl. "It'll help me frame George easier, than by just planting the letter on him." Daniel thought about it and agreed. After untying her legs, they lifted Stacy's jean-skirt up, and Frederique with a smooth pull removed her white panties, which had a small, pink bow at the front. They retied the hogtie, the girl's tears flowing without stop, She looked defeated, like she had given up.

Daniel then, produced the oxygen tank, he was carrying all this time. He had stolen it from his dementia-ill grandmother, ("It's fine she's got another one"). It had a mask attached to it, which he fastened over Stacy's face, before turning the valve on. "This should last about 2 to 3 hours, depending on hyperventilation", Daniel explained, once again. "Good", Annita replied.



It was time. The kids picked up their victim, the urgency of her burial, making her renew her struggling efforts, but to no avail. She was quickly looking up at all three of her captors, her field of vision now much more narrow than at first. She shook her head, as the first wave of dirt fell on her body, soon followed by another, her muffled screeching not warming any of the kids' heart. "Who's rolling their eyes now, Stacy, eeeeh??!" Annita yelled, pouring the most amount of dirt that had already half-covered the girl.

"What did she do to you?", asked Daniel. "She looked at me funny, like she was disgusted by me, and then she ROLLED HER FUCKING EYES AT ME!" Annita shoveled dirt faster. "That's it?", Frederique said with a smile that embodied "what-the-fuck?" "Yeah, answered Annita and they all continue shoveling. Unable to kick off any dirt, her hogtie keeping her immobile, the girl could not hold off for longer, and was soon covered completely by the dirt, only slight movements of it, betraying that there was a living person underneath. But that fainted as well and as the kids were finished, the hole was completely filled. Stacy was in for a long, nightmarish death.

The young victim's pitiful, fearful moans could still be heard under 5 feet. The kids sat around Stacy Peterson's grave, chatting and discussing other creative ways of murder, until after 2,5 hours, when they realized that no sound was coming from under the ground, anymore.

The next day, the construction didn't pay any attention to the particular spot, asphalt was paved on it, and any chances of Stacy's body being discovered, were eliminated.