Anonymous
an excerpt

“Like I said suit yourself. You can stay here or come home with me.”
“I think you’ll be staying here longer than me.” Said Phil waiting for Baz to turn his back on her whereupon she pulled a flick knife from her pocket and plunged it into his back. Again and again the knife went in and each time Phil got a bigger buzz off of it. She’d had her doubts about killing anyone and had half expected to have been wasted before trying it. Now she knew that she had it in her, going after Lenny and ultimately Malc would be a breeze. The fun part would be just like Baz they’d not see it coming.
The only down side of the killing was finding that Baz had next to no petrol in his car and only thirty quid in his wallet, however his bank card was there and stuffed into the corner of the wallet was the pin number. “Do you know how stupid that was? I dare say you don’t as you’re dead, or dying. Are you dead.” Asked Phil kicking Baz who groaned quietly. “You have to die.” Said Phil stamping on Baz‘s chest until blood oozed through his T shirt. “That’s better. I will cry at your funeral, I promise and I’ve seen the most beautiful little black outfit. If I play my cards right I might even convince my olds to pay for it.” Phil kneeled beside Baz’s lifeless body and kissed his forehead. “You were too good for me.”