[ WP ] You 've been training all your life to fulfill the prophecy and beat the evil monsters . The time has come , but it seems 'beat ' was a typo . I hope you 're hungry .

Cassy laid spread on the table, on a plate that was more the size of a grave. Covered in exotic spices, and a salad that I actually wouldn ’ t mind taking a bite of, she curled her back and balanced on her head to look back at me. The apple in the mouth was my favorite part. 
 
 She took a bite. Crunching and chewing loudly, the way she knew I hated. The apple fell out and fell onto the table. “ This is bullshit, ” she said. “ I mean as far as revenge goes, sure. But you can ’ t seriously be planning to eat me. ” 
 
 I let out a drawn out sigh. Great, so we ’ re talking now, I thought. 
 
 Cassy beat her heals against the table, the tight bacon wrapping forced them to harmonize. She was a thief, a liar—but those walked hand in hand, didn ’ t they? —and the reason for my brother ’ s death. The latter being why she ’ s tied up and glowing like a slow roasted pig. We hadn ’ t gotten to the roasting quite yet though. 
 
 “ I didn ’ t exactly plan this, ” I said my expression growing dark. Beat, I said beat, I thought. Not that it mattered now, the narration was moving. Soon, I ’ d actually have to do it… Thankfully Cassy was bony. Not much meat on her. I gagged, thinking about it. 
 
 “ Tell me, Cassy, ” I started, summoning my hatred, “ when you sent him those texts, did you feel anything at all? ” 
 
 “ What do you want to hear? ” she asked and shrugged, a tomato that balanced on her shoulder rolled down her neck. “ There ’ s the truth and there ’ s, well, the thing you want to hear. The truth is that you blame me, so that there ’ s at least someone. ” 
 
 “ I saw his phone. ” I bashed my fists against the table, standing. She didn ’ t flinch. Her hands weren ’ t shaking. This must have been a display of my family ’ s madness to her. She didn ’ t think I ’ d actually do it. And she ’ d be accurate, if the narrator didn ’ t fuck this up for me… I suppose more for her than me. Not the one about to get eaten! 
 
 She bit her lip. Finally there was something in her eyes apart from boredom. “ Did you show anyone? ” 
 
 “ No. ” 
 
 Straightening her back, she lay flat. “ He wasn ’ t sick, he was weak, ” she said coldly. 
 
 “ You ’ re more fucked up than I am. ” I sat back in my chair, resting my head on the back. I felt lost in time and space, far beyond reason and help. There was a gaping hole in my gut, and after today it would just grow bigger. I made peace with that. She was a monster and had to be put down like one. 
 
 “ You have me tied down with bacon, I think you win. ” 
 
 “ Just shut up. ” 
 
 “ Untie me, Lea. ” 
 
 “ Can ’ t. ” 
 
 “ Untie me! ” She smacked her shoulder on the table, salad falling to the floor. Struggling, she lifted her legs, trying to pry them free. 
 
 I stood, and took the knife. Scrapping the blade against the table so she ’ d hear it. “ I wanted things to be different. ” I shrugged. 
 
 “ What are you doing? ” she cried. “ No! Stop! ” 
 
 I pressed the blade against her neck, and pushed until I felt her skin pop below it. Blood spattered on my face. Cassy screamed. “ Was n't my idea! ” 

