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""Don't you understand? This is how it has to be~"
"But I have a life! It's mine! You can't just take it away!"
"Sorry, thats my job!~"

The Crazed Killer and Hirun Hikari were eye to eye. Hikari on one side of the room, clutched against the wall, and the killer on the other, staring with a menacing grin on their face. They licked the edge of the blade, saying, "I just can't wait for this to slide right through your flesh... Tearing you apart slowly in agonizing pain... Or a quick slit across the neck and watching you bleed slowly on the floor leading to your imminent death. Oh! But wait! How about a more creative death, such as..."

BLAM! The Killer leaned over and fell to the floor, screaming in pain. Hikari, standing there shocked. Horrified. Spared, but horrified.

...But for how long?

BLAM! Not very long apparently. The shadow on the parallel building had apparently shot the both of them. Hikari slumped to the side, colliding with the desk to the side of him, bleeding everwhere. Sirens were quickly approaching, and the Crazed Killer got up, clutching their shoulder, aggrivated. They dashed out of the apartment room quickly, trying to avoid being there when the cops came. Hirun just laid there against the floor, eyes slightly glazed over, watching with foggy vision as the shadow on the building made for their escape. Crud.
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"You idiot! You're supposed to shoot HIM, not me! And besides, you were only to come in if I was having trouble... I can handle myself, you know..." the Killer yelled at the shadow, "And even worse, my blood is on that floor and there is a amublence there... and he could be a witness... and..."
"Calm down. Sorry I shot you, you were in the way. And I'll fix that problem later," the shadow, or Sniper, replied.
"You better."

The Crazed Killer dashed out into the street, nearly getting hit by a car, and took off down the boardwalk.

The killers were back in full throttle.

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The Gaians sat in a circle in the city's park to hold a meeting on the recent killings and attack on Mr. Hikari. Many of them debated on whether putting jailed people in a mall was a good idea or not, others talking about suspicious neighbors, and some wondering about Hikari's current condition.

"Okay everybody! Listen up! Let's take a vote on who to jail next. The one with a majority of votes is suspicious and jailed, okay?"
"Fine, I vote KingShoy."
"Kitty Krazy is kinda nuts. I say her."
"Shoy!" "Shoy." "Kitty." "Shoy~" "Kitty! Kitty!" "Shoy." "Nantooski."
"It's certianly KingShoy. I mean, Kings want power, no? It's a self title!"

Bellecat raised her hand. "I don't want to go with the sheep, so I'll vote Shoy."
"Shoy... Is the sheep," Nymphie stated, staring at Belle with a face that would say "WTF".
"...Oh."

BLAM! Bellecat slumped over. As she bled, coloring the grass a vibrant red, a voice shouted "THINK BEFORE TALKING" fading off as it shouted.
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They all looked at each other. "Its SO obviously KingShoy now. GIVE THE KING NO POWER!"
Two of them walked over and hoisted Shoy into the air, joining the mob headed toward the mall. Shoy squirmed as he was carried, the croud chanting the phrase the first had shouted. "You morons! It's King Shoy! King is my LAST NAME!" Shoy shouted in protest as he was dumped through the sliding doors and slid across the floor into the food court. A shadow jumped over the crowd through the quickly closing doors, mooing as it landed.

"... Is that..."
"STEVEN! YOU'RE BACK!" shouted `l e x i i."

2 Gaians, A Cow, And A Mall. Let the sitcom begin.
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The building was lonely during break. UnDeR AcHiEvEd sat awake at his desk, twiddling his pencil between his fingers. Assignments - boring. Homework - boring. Being alone - boring. He slid foward on his desk, folding his arms to make a pillow and attempt to sleep. As he shut his eyelids, he didn't notice at all the creek of the door opening as the Crazed Killer entered. Nor did he notice his pencil being lifted from between his fingers. Now, what he did notice, was the sharp thrusting pain as the pencil entered his flesh in the back of his neck, through the bone, and out the otherside. Then again, who wouldn't?

Stunned completely, he got up and tried to take the pencil out. Sure, it came out. But it was the only thing keeping the blood, and most of his throat, in. The Crazed Killer then whipped out some kind of freakishly modified hairdryer with the back missing (battery powered for portablility!) and used the fan to slowly chop UA up. While UA was alive.

There was screams, whirring, and then silence. Soon, only a spot of slightly discolored linoleum flooring and a janitorial closet filled with numerous bone-shaped and red supplies. And a nice new fleshy uniform.

...ick.
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Merumiharu sat horrified in her apartment room, sobbing. If she had gone to the counter instead of Wrendraith, Wren would still be alive. But the thing is, she would not be alive. If Meru could have, would she have had the courage to go infront instead? These were the thoughts floating through her distraught mind. She could no longer make heads or tails of the situation. Is there a way out? How can she escape?

She looked over at the kitchen, eyeing the most common way out. No, no, she must avenge Wren first. Would she smile if she saw Meru commiting the final act? No. She must catch that gritty jerk who took her friend from her, and bring justice to the world. But what would she do after? That, Meru would save for a later time.

Suddenly, the phone rang loudly, breaking her thought. Wondering who it could be, she walked over and answered the phone.
"...hello?" "BLAM!"
The glass window which the phone sat near suddenly burst, throwing shards everywhere, and Meru slumped over with a bullet gone between her eyes.

Wren's avenging would have to be left to someone else.
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The large automatic doors slid open with a WHIRRR noise as a girl was dumped into the mall under suspicion of being a killer. "You're finally where you belong, LIAR!" shouted the mob behind her. Sunaya was only relieved once the doors closed and were standing between her and the crowd of Gaians wanting to go at her. Alas, another non-killer had been forced in, but everyone was very intent on making evidence and statements against her. It was finally quiet as she walked into the food court, where KingShoy and Moo Ell were playing Paper Football, while `l e x i i was still looking for a skirt to go with a top she had found. Stephen had been tipped over by Mule (Moo Ell) in his rage from the previous day, and both of the men of the jail were too lazy to hoist him up.

"MooooOOooooooo...." Steven mooed miserably.
"Hey! Is anyone going to pick up that cow?" Sunaya asked the two ignorent ballplayers.
"No." Mule and Shoy said in unison.
"Fine, I'll do it meself," she grunted, trying to lift the poor cow.

As the cow began to rise, she went further under him to get support, when the cow suddenly tipped backwards, trapping her.
"HELP ME, YOU MORONS!" she screamed, and Shoy shot the paper football right off Mule's forehead.
"OW!" he shouted, staring at Shoy. Anyone got a jack?
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Day. Night. Day. Night. But mostly night. Insomnesiac liked to stay up late. Thus her name. Go figure. As she stayed up chatting to a few of her friends online, time just seemed to slip away. There just weren't enough hours in the day to balance her sleep and staying up habits. So she made time. Caffeine was her best friend next to everyone else.

Now, it takes about 161 cans of soda drunk simultaneously to get enough caffeination to kill you. But then there are caffine pills, which only take 4 to kill you. This was the idea behind how to creatively distroy an insomniac's life. As Insom went to her kitchen, she picked up a new bag of coffee grounds. She recieved these a day ago free from her local Buckstars coffee shop as a free sample, so she whipped up a nice mocha. She returned to her desk, cup in hand, and began to type. Type. Type. Type. Sip. This repeated until the whole glass was gone.

Insom immediatly went into shock and fell to the floor, spazzing wildy, her webcam recording it all. The person she had been IMing snickered as the footage was fed, then asking Insom to knock it off. She didn't. The sample giver at Buckstars didn't even work there. Upon analysis, they found enough caffeine to take down 30 people, ground with the coffee beans.

Some coffee kills.
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It was late. Very very late. Insanemonkey1230 dashed out the door, toast in her mouth, jacket half on, bag dangling from her hands, running down the stairs of her apartment building. The time was 7:54. She had to be at the bus to go to work at 8:10AM. It was a 20 minute walk, so she had to dash most of the way. With her jacket adjusted, she nibbled on her toast and opened the door to the streets. 7:55. "Excuse me! Pardon me! Get out of the way! Move it!" were some of the thing she said as she played a game of real life "Frogger" through the crowds on the street. 7:57. She approached a crosswalk with the DO NOT WALK sign. Great. Screw this, she thought, running as fast as she could across the street.

SCREEECH! sounded the car, swerving to avoid Monkey. "SORRY!" she yelled, running down the block. 8:05. She was almost there, and could see the bus stop in view, beginning to run out of breath. 8:07. Monkey had knocked someone down on the way and had to stop to help them up. FASTER. She was 30 feet away from the bus stop with two minutes to spare. Maybe today wouldn't be as bad as she had hoped. 8:09.

BLAM! Or not. Blood sprayed from Monkey's chest as the bullet entered her heart. Disoriented, she took a dive. Her senseless body headed for the street, still in motion. 8:10. She made contact with the front of the bus as it rammed into her, adding more injury. Her head dented the front dashboard and she fell backwards as the wheels grinded her legs to pieces. Monkey bled to death at the bus stop.

At least she was on time.
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They were surrounded, back to back. Degei and Nyphie had nowhere to escape to, as the crowd wanted someone to jail.
"TAKE DEGEI! He's suspicious!" Nymphie yelled.
"Its Nymphie! She's been secretive about things!" DeGei yelled at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly, 5 people came out and swept up Nymphie. "What?!" she yelled. They had picked her. She wriggled for freedom as she was thrown into the mall. She slid across the mall's tile flooring into the trash can at the food court, which instantly toppled on her as she collided with it. She was covered in garbage, jailed, and distraught. "Fine! I don't need you either!" she yelled as the mob retreated from the automatic doors.

Then, her head felt something large, wet, and warm moving on her hair. She screamed, scooting backward to find Steven grazing on one of the buns of a thrown away burger. She sighed and walked over to him. Moo Ell, Lexii, s a x e, and KingShoy all appeared
returning to the food court to feed Steven and themselves.

"Looks like we have someone new to take our meal orders!" shouted `l e x i i grinning. Nymphie groaned.
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DeGei sighed, sprawled out across the park bench after the whole jailing ordeal. Since they found that Nymphie wasn't it, would they come after him next? He didn't want to be restricted behind the walls of a mall. He stared at the clouds, enjoying the shapes and serenity, when a large black shadow appeared above him, blocking the sunlight.

"Huh?" he said, getting up. A large wool sack came over him and then the sound of an engine turning over were what he heard. Then he was brutally stuffed into a trunk and could hear the moving of a car. He paniced. "HELP! HELP!" he yelled as the car drove, making several turns. Minutes later, the car stopped, and the trunk opened. DeGei's bag was thrown into a large pit, whirring sounds were made, and a liquid of sorts began to flow into the pit. Some fell on the bag, and he instantly knew where he was. He was at a construction site, being dumped into an area to be filled with concrete. This made him struggle more. He whiped out his belt and managed to poke a pretty big hole in the bag.

But it was already too late. The concrete was becomming too heavy to struggle out of. And then he just didn't have the strength to keep digging. The last thing he heard was the odd cackling of a person dashing away with the concrete still flowing. He wouldn't be jailed, though. Or found.
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The Crazed Killer then rounded up Kashi and Darkmaniac, and stuffed them in their trunk as well. Only, they did not get buried in concrete. But they did meet concrete after all. As the trunk opened, they were instantly bound and gagged. Darkmaniac screamed, but it was muffled by the gag. They were at the docks, and the Crazed Killer had some sort of blocks. These were tied to them, as they were then beat with a bat, thrown backwards, and sank to the bottom of the sea. They were never heard from again. No one noticed they were missing, either.
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Someone has been sniped, another killed, and a third person crazily killed. Darkmaniac and `Kashi have gone inactive.

Another day at the Smuggler's Nuts shop on Laredo Street of the city began to come to a close, as the Peanut Smuggler decided to close her shop early, since a large storm was readily approaching and fewer customers would be comming in. She planned to close up an hour and a half before the storm arrived, so that left her with sixty minutes separating her from her break and leaving the customers attached to the peanuts.

A new face appeared in the shop, browsing her selection at about 45 minutes till, and came to the front desk, requesting Cashews from Peanut. Sadly, the customer who had come in five mintues before bought the last of the batch of them, leaving the stranger out of luck. They groaned and left, headed to the more appealing shop across the street: a Burger GM.

At about 5 minutes before closing, one of Peanut's regulars came in, raring to buy a fresh bag of nuts from the store. They walked to the counter, said hello, and began to select. The decision came down to Almonds or Peanuts.

"Let's flip a coin on it, shall we?" Peanut said as she pulled a coin out of her pocket.
"Lets!" the customer squeeled at the hopeful decision. She placed the coin on her fingertips, flicked it into the air, and... BLAM! Peanut Smuggler fell backwards, blood shooting out of her forehead where a bullet AND the coin were now lodged inside her brain. The regular customer screamed and quickly dialed 911.

The Sniper chose Peanuts over Almonds, but would rather have chose cashews. But they were sold out.
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`Aine Chievious sighed. Every time she shadowed someone to protect them from getting shot or killed, the killers were no where in sight. As much as she had wanted to make a difference in someone's life, she was always in the wrong place at the right time, rather than vice versa. Which, granted was a good thing for her, but not for those who died.

Now, enter the current time. Aine sat in a bench, outside the mall security, as her new group scouted the center for a way out of the mall. She had been accused of being a killer, grabbed, and quickly thrown into the mall, just as Sunaya suggested to raid the security, thusforth being why she was there. Due to her morals, she refused to go in to help them dig.

"It has to be some sort of mulit-key. Why look her and not the janiorial closet?" Moo Ell suggested.
Sunya quickly barked, "It's a electronic system. You use a button."
"But the power is off in here, how will you USE the button?"
"If the magnetic doors are keeping us in, theres a power keeping them shut."
"I FOUND IT!" yelled `l e x i i and KingShoy in unison. s a x e had only found the Guard's "adult" tapes.

They quickly scurried to find a way to get power to run the button.
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With Buzz gone, it had become really lonely at the Buzz Bros Dry Cleaners. Subliminal Retard now had to run the place on his own, running around to get everything arranged. A white outline now decorated the wall with several holes in it where Buzz once adorned the place with his own body. The funeral was scheduled for next week, and in the meantime, Sub had to manage the place.

After closing time, Subliminal gathered all the shirts that had been requested to go through the washing machine before before Dry Cleaning and stuffed them in the Mega-WASH, a washing machine with a side door and capacity enough to fit 3 whole people with room to spare when not in use. Buzz always like to use it as a mulitpurpose Sauna when it wasn't in use. He began to measure the soap for it when he heard the front bell hanging from the door ring. He made his way to the counter to find no one.

A hand slipped over his mouth, keeping him from screaming and dragged him into the back. A large SQUEAK resonated through out the cleaners as the Mega-WASH doors opened and Subliminal Retard was cast inside with the laundry. The door slammed and the Crazed Killer pressed the button on the door. A beep sound signaled the start of the washer as the water poured in. He drowned after 5 minutes.
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Phro and .Synchronized.Luv. decided to go on a Road Trip together. They packed their bags, readied the needed gasoline for the trip, and took off. Their car went over the side of the bridge right after they got out of the town, hitting the highway below, begining an engine fire, and the car exploded. Both were assumed dead at the scene.

Uta Arashi was on edge. She previously had reoccurring dreams... of being some sort of killer. Now, Uta knew this to be fake, but still... she had felt like she had been a killer before... maybe in a previous life. She sighed and sipped her morning coffee, taking in the fresh aroma of the world around her, and reading the daily news. This was something as she always did, turning to the front page to find the latest killings around the city, looking at the photos with disgust, and quickly flipping the page to the sudoku. Uta loved the fun and games section of the newspaper more than the brutal photos on the front

About half an hour later, Uta hopped in the car, flipped the ignition, and backed out of her house and onto the buzy road. As she got stuck in traffic down main street, she pulled out her handy crossword puzzle to do while she waited. 6 Letters. Clue: Something that has happened to you. She stared at the words surrounding it. Starts with an S. Ends with a D. She sat confuzed as traffic inched slightly forward.

Middle letters: I and P. Still confused. BLAM! Uta slumped onto her steering wheel, bleeding profusely. Oddly, the blood splatter filled in the last two letters on the crossword. N and E. The answer was S N I P E D.
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Edmond Dantes pointed his finger at Magnius of the Chaos like he was in a Phoenix Wright game, attempting to reveal facts about his defendant, claiming that he was the Gaia Sniper. Maggeh merely shook his head, tapped a few papers, pointed out the bullet still lodged in Edmond's shoulder and yelled Objection back. Thus, Edmond Dantes lost their little imaginary trial, and was sent to jail under the suspicion of being a sniper. He was hauled into a lonely food court, and sat patiently for other signs of life.

The other jail members had instead been in the back, with the power to the mall in sight. All that stood between them and their freedom was a large metal switch, plainly labled as CAUTION: POWER SWITCH. Sunaya had been jumping up and down until they found it, asking to do the honors of flipping the switch. "Fine, do it." `l e x i i gave the signal for Sunaya to go ahead and Sunaya grinned. She walked up, put her hand on the switch, and rammed it upward, turning it on. The lights came on in the building, and the light in Sunaya's soul went out. The moron who had made the Mall's wiring had left an un-insulated wire attached to the metal switch, so when it was flipped, 50,000 volts of electricity surged quickly through her body. Aine stood with a shocked expression, but not as shocked as Sunaya had been.

They lost one member, but gained another.
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Sibeiko had begun his experiment on the Affect of Music on Concentration. It was something he had been working on for weeks, since his college professor had assigned him this project at the beginning of the year. He had to see how different music had an impact (if any) on how gaians did on tests. He had chosen himself as the first test subject out of pure curiosity, and took the first test in the utter silence as he had planned in his procedure. He was so focused on the test that he did not notice another being in the room, playing with his CD player. Now, military scientists have been recently working on their recent discovery: a certain note that cannot be heard by human ears, but kills them after 5 seconds of hearing it. The mere idea shocked many, but no one ever had scientific proof, since no one wanted to risk their lives on hearing this note and possibly dying.

Upon finishing the silence portion, he graded his test, saw how long it took, and began the second test, which was to be done while listening to rock music. He put the test down, flicked on the CD player, and began taking the test. Silence. He opened the CD player and the Rock CD he had placed was still there. He pressed play again and resumed taking his test. He began to have a headache. He stopped again, and checked his player. All systems normal. He began again, and this time, he just stopped moving. The music began, but the test was not taken.

Scientific fact strikes again.

FortenraAskasa was in the kitchen for his daily muffin cooking. He had premade the batter like Martha Stewart had suggested on her daily show and began to pour it into the muffin tins. He threw in a little chocolate chips into each one and then the batter so it was nice and even. BLAM! One of the cups of muffin batter sprayed into the air, but Fortenra was unharmed. "Dangit," he mumbled as he refilled the muffin cup. He placed the muffins in the oven to bake at 450°F degrees for 15 minutes and went off to watch his favorite daytime show: Your Muffins and You.

Fifteen minutes later, the timer rang and he removed the fresh muffins from the oven, all warm and delicious. Unable to resist the urge to try one, he plopped one out early, blew on it, and took a bite. It was soft, warm, and chocolaty. Just the way he liked it. When he went for a second bite, his jaws hit something hard and he stopped in mid bite. Looking in the muffin, he found a full sniper round, slightly used. Odd. As he began to call the cops to call in a mysterious bullet... BLAM! He was stopped mid call. The bullet did not reach a muffin this time. It went through the phone and straight into Fort's brain. He slumped forward and died, with a bulleted muffin in hand.
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The Crazed Killer finally summoned up the courage to kill their only witness, grabbing their katana and putting on a mask. They darted out of the car and into the alley beside the hospital. Scaling the wall, they headed for the database room that would hold the location of Hikari's patient room. Using the katana to pry open the window, they hopped in and quickly worked the computer to the location. Room 216. Perfect. Its the same floor. Sneaking into the supply closet to the left, they quickly changed and donned a hospital uniform, hiding the katana in the labcoat. In the hospital, they conviently left all patient room doors open unless it was night, so the Killer could easily slip in.

They waltzed right into Hikari's room and grabbed his chart. "Hello, I'll be your doctor today... M'kay... I see you have a gunshot wound and a minor stab wound." The CK closed the door as they studied the info.
"This is true... I was attacked." Hikari nodded, staring at the doctor's face.
"Hmm.. Guess we'll have to schedule you for surgery..."
"Hm? But I've already had surgery. Have I see you before?"
"Yes, that's why I'm here. Is surgery right now good?" the CK said, pulling out the katana with a grin on their face.

The door burst open. "HANDS UP, DIRTBAG," shouted the Gaians who were watching the door.
Hikari was shocked. "OH MY GOSH! ITS..."
"Anael De Ezra!?" shouted Phoenecia.

The Crazed Killer had been Caught.