The doorbell rang.
"Who could it be, George? It's not even four o'clock yet."
"I don't know," her husband said, getting out of bed. He left his bedroom and walked down the hall to the front door.
When he opened it, he saw Mrs. Tennyson, the mother of one of his students, who was a rebellious freak. He failed her out of his class just because of that reason. There was no place for that kind of person in his classroom. He thought that perhaps Zoe's mother was here to complain. But, George could have no idea of what really was going to happen.
"Mrs. Tennyson?" he asked. "Why are you here?"
Jane entered the house, stepping into the light. She was smiling, but her eyes were full of hate.
"Why do you look like that?" he asked, referring to her black nightgown and wild black hair. He was reminded of the way her daughter looked.
She didn't answer him. But instead she reached out and grabbed his neck. She was choking him.
"George? Who is it?" his wife said, walking into the living room. When she saw Jane, she nearly screamed. "Who are you?"
Jane looked up. Her goddess had given her a task: kill Mr. Stokes and his family. She didn't say in which order she had to do it. She let go of the still-but-barely-alive Mr. Stokes and stood up.
"I'm calling the police," Mrs. Stokes said. She turned to get the phone, but Jane rushed over to her and threw her against the wall. She leaned down and choked her. When her victim was dead, she stood up and looked down at her. "Fucking bitch."
George Stokes had regained some vitality and tried to crawl out of his house. Jane saw this and walked over to him. "No you don't, you fucking son of a bitch." She bent down and finished the job.
She smiled at what she had done. Zoe had turned her mother into a murderer. But that was something that the "new" Jane liked very much. She liked being evil.
She cut the gas line in the house, then set the fire. As she walked to the McMillan house, the Stokes house exploded behind her.
Jane hadn't noticed it yet, but a nose ring appeared in her nose just after the house blew up. Just like a soldier has medals for his good deeds, the followers of Zoe have their piercings and tattoos for their evil deeds. Jane had received her very first one.
And she hoped for many more.
