All the guys let out low growls, and I know they are seconds away from beating down that door.
“Don't worry, baby, Mama will get you the candy you’re owed.” I kiss her on the cheek then look at the guys, a sinister smile taking over my face. “I think I wanna try my hand at Trick-or-Treating, what do you guys think?”
“Get’em, my Queen,” Neo purrs.
“Take her to the end of the street,” I tell Cass. “And you two, make sure no kids come knocking at this door.
Turning around on my heel, I skip up to the house. When I get to the porch, the light is now turned off, but I can see through the window. A group of guys sitting on the couch laughing, and passing a joint around. I can very clearly see a bowl of candy sitting in plain view on the table as they all grab some, eating it.
The window is cracked open, making it easy to hear them talking.
“Dude, you should have seen that kid's face. She started crying. God, I hate kids,” he bitches, sitting down next to his friend on the couch, taking the offered joint, and sucking in a long drag.
“You told her we had no candy,” someone else say. “But we totally do.”
“Yeah, but I’m tired of answering the door. My mother wanted me to hand out candy, but she's not even here, so why not eat the rest ourselves?” the first one says.
Oh, this fucker has a death wish.They might not have done anything to justify murder, but they sure as shit are going to get their asses handed to them.
Raising my fist, I bang on the door. The guy looks towards the door and scoffs. “Just ignore them, they’ll eventually get the hint.”
Ignore this, ass wipe.Using both hands I pound on the door, taking turns to ring the shit out of the doorbell too.
“What the fuck do you—” the guy’s word cut out as he swings the door open.
“Trick-or-treat, motherfucker!” I reel back and clock him right in the jaw. He lets out a cry, dropping to the ground. “Not so tough now are we, you little bitch.”
I step over him, shutting the door behind me. The group of guys all look at me, frozen in shock. I pull up my dress, grab my gun, and point it at the little shitstain on the ground. “You think it's funny to make my daughter cry?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.
“N–no,” he stutters, scrambling back until he hits the wall.
“It sure doesn't seem like it by the way you’re bragging to your buddies about making a little girl cry. You're sick.”
“I’m sorry, okay! She wants candy, take it!” He points to the bowl on the table. One of his friends quickly picks up the bowl and holds it out to me with shaking hands.
“You know what? I think Iwilltake your candy,” I say, putting my gun away as I walk over to their friend’s bowl of candy. “And this too." I grab the bag of weed off the table. I’m not gonna smoke it, but they sure don’t deserve it.
“Hey, that’s three-hundred bucks worth of pot,” one complains, but quickly shuts up when I glare at him.
“Oh, then it would be a shame if I did this,” I say, walking over to the open window, opening the bag, and dumping it out onto the front lawn. They all look at me in horror like I just did the worst thing imaginable to them.Fucking stoners.
“Listen, I don't know how your mothers raised you, but I’m gonna tell you this now. Keep acting like that towards kids, or anyone else, and you’re gonna get yourselves killed.” I sigh as these fucking teenagers look at me with lost-boy looks. “It’s not too late to be a decent human being.” I look at the fucker on the ground who is the worst of them all. “You, however, I'll be keeping my eye on you. You give me bad vibes. I suggest you don't grow up to be one of the things I go hunting for.”
Bowl of candy in hand, I turn to leave when I notice a photo on the wall. It’s a framed photo of Edward Cullen from Twilight, signed by Robert Pattinson. Grinning, I snatch it off the wall. “I’ll be taking this too.” I just know Neo would love to have it.
“What, no please!!!” The guy looks at me in horror. “My mom will kill me! She loves that thing more than me.” Ouch, that's kind of fucked-up. What’s also kind of fucked-up is that he seems more scared of his mom than the woman who pointed a gun at him. His mother must be a crazy ‘Karen.’
“Anyways,” I say, ignoring him. “You boys have fun now. Don’t stay up too late. It's a school night.” I give them a cheery smile and wave goodbye. They all murmur stunned goodbyes in return, and just as I’m about to exit, the stupid boy on the floor mutters, “Crazy bitch” to himself.
Oh, he wants to see a crazy bitch, I’ll show him a crazy bitch.
He realizes his mistake when I turn around with a fucked-up smile and reach for my revolver once again. I point it at the floor between his legs, aiming right below his junk, and pull the trigger. His eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a high-pitched scream of terror, but there's no gunshot, just a click. Lucky for him, I always leave one slot in the barrel empty.I enjoy a good game of Russian roulette to keep me on my toes.I giggle at the pure terror on his face.
When he realizes he's fine, he opens his eyes and looks down at his crotch, which is now soaked with piss.
“Nighty, night,” I sing, closing the door behind me, and skipping back to the guys.
“What did you do?” Neo smirks.