Paul LeMaire appears to be your average, mild-mannered teen, but is he? When darkness falls on the city of Denton, Paul LeMaire and Marli Stidham, his Queen of Crime, pal around town robbing banks, mugging anyone and everyone, and doing just about anything that's against the law.

  Tonight was to be their greatest caper. Their plan was to cripple the city and steal $1,000,000,000. So far, all went according to plan. Paul had placed the dynamite at key points around the electrical plant. Marli had their pirated TV signal set for the three major networks. However, they still had a few more loose ends to sever.

  Paul eased back in his chair. Marli was telling him of the latest interference.
  "And Greer's been found out at the recycling center." she continued. "I don't see how the hell they found out. I mean, someone must've told. Do you know something I don't?"
  "Yes," Paul grinned, "I know that the radon infiltration wasn't due to a gas leak."
  "You said that it was a coincidence!" Marli protested.
  "Well now," Paul jumped to his feet, "I can't tell my associates everything that goes on, now can I?"

  Just then, a stern voice broke in.
  "Mr. LeMaire, Miss Stidham," the man murmured, "all arrangements have been made. The operation will take place within the hour."
  "Good work, Regenold," Paul said flatly, "get Browder on NBC and Wick on CBS. Marli and I will get ABC taken care of."

  Paul set the transmitter's signal to the pirated one. As soon as the power plant was destroyed, he would send an automated message on all major broadcast networks, saying that evil communist monkeys had taken over the country.
  "Marli," Paul called from his position on the roof of WFAA, "have you got Wick and Browder on stand-by?"
  "Wick was on another assignment." Marli called back. "Jones and Dower got it covered."
  "We have about five minutes." Paul explained. "Is the message ready?"
  "Yep." she replied, calibrating the transmission frequency.
  "Whose that over by the transmitter?" Paul asked as a silhouette crept along the outer perimeter of the roof.
  "I'd thought you would've guessed." the figure patronized, "After all, you two are the masterminds of this whole get-up, aren't you?"
  "I thought you had another assignment, Wick." Marli shot back.
  "I did." she said in a low, threatening tone. "My "assignment" was to see that this operation never succeeded."
  "I hate to disappoint you, Miss Wick," Paul declared, "but we have Jones, Dower, and Browder standing by to issue the message."
  "That message," Wick said slowly, "will never come."
  "But how could you prevent it?" Marli asked.
  "Let's say that Dower, Browder, and Jones are "out of commission"." Lauren said behind clenched teeth. "And now, the same fate that has befallen them, will befall you!"
  She ran at Marli: teeth bared, eyes blazing with fury. The two went down. Paul heard the stifled scream from Marli, as Lauren got a good shot at her jaw.
  "Whoa!" Paul tried to break up the fight. "Stop it! Stop it!"
  It was no use. The two continued. Knocking Paul out of the way, Lauren continued her attack.

  Kicking and slapping, the two slowly advanced to the edge of the roof. Paul ran to meet them. Lauren knocked Marli to the ground. Paul turned from Marli, just in time to see Wick slam into him. He staggered back, but held his ground. Marli was getting to her feet now. Lauren ran at Paul with her fists clenched. Paul faded to the left, but not fast enough. Wick nailed him square in the shoulder, sending Paul over the edge of the roof.

  Both Marli and Lauren watched as Paul went sailing through the air, screaming. Lauren had knocked Paul at an angle so that Paul bounced off a thirty-eight-story window, and ricocheted off four others.
  "Ow!" Paul screamed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow owowowowowowowowowowowowowowowoweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
  As he approached the ground, a semi catapulted Paul hundreds of feet into the air. His last scream faded off, soon followed by a loud "splat."

  Marli shuddered, then remembered her objective.
  "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Marli slammed Lauren square on the nose. "You killed my boy friend! You ruined everything!"
  "I did, didn't I." Lauren smiled triumphantly.
  "Oo, that does it," Marli shuddered with anger, "now, you, must die."
  The two went down again, only this time, Marli had the upper hand. This, she soon lost, as she was clearly outmatched by Lauren. After the fight, Marli lay on her back, unable to get up.
  "Hold it, ladies," two policemen stood at the top of the stairs that led to the roof, "we got a warrant for Marli Stidham. You match the photo miss, so just come along quietly, and you will be given the right to remain silent. Wait, I didn't say that right. Ok, just don't have an attorney, and you will have the right to rem-just get over here."

  Marli Stidham had just been convicted of sixteen counts of capital murder, all of which she'd pled guilty to. She stood before the judge, awaiting her sentence.
  "Marli Stidham," the judge began, "I sentence you to the death penalty: for the deaths of Miss Taylor, Mr. Lee, Miss van Farts-----"
  Marli sighed as the judge continued to read the list. She had killed all of them at one time or another: one for a bank robbery, one for a kidnapping, three for a confrontation in a dark alley. All of them, she'd killed.
  "Case dismissed!" the judge shouted.
  Marli was escorted from the courtroom.

  She was given her choice of death. Most chose lethal injection. Marli considered it, but then she thought otherwise. She thought of her options: gas chamber, lethal injection, or the electric chair. She thought of them again and again. She then chose the one that would best suit the death that she deserved. After all, she'd aided in her boy friend's murder. Therefore, she chose the death that would give her the closest resemblance to his.
  "Are you ready, Miss Stidham?" a masked guard asked.
  "Yes," she stood as the figure unlocked her cell.
  She followed the guard down the hall, where she would meet her death.

  The electric chair was actually quite comfortable. If not for the 100,000 volts of electricity that would soon rip through her body, Marli would've felt quite relaxed. It was then that the guard removed the mask. There, looking just as cruel and threatening as ever, stood Lauren Wick, who'd killed Paul, and almost killed her. She strapped Marli in and then turned a dial, which tightened the straps so tight that Marli found herself gasping for air. Lauren then, ever so slowly, loosened the straps back to where they had been before. She snickered at Marli, and said with a hint of sarcasm:
  "Any last words?"
  "Yes." Marli spoke not for her, but for Paul, "Go to Hell!"
  "That, I cannot decide for myself," Lauren grasped the lever, "but I can, for you!"
  Marli watched as Lauren slowly brought down the lever, as if to saver the look in her victim's eyes. Immediately, Marli felt a great heat tear through her body. She swore under the pain, hearing Lauren's evil, triumphant laugh echo through the chamber. Everything began to grow dim, but not Lauren. Was it her, or her hatred for her, which made her want to see Lauren's vengeful scorn. As the electricity continued sending round after round of searing pain shooting through her veins, it enabled her to use that pain and convert it to rage. As the electricity ripped apart her nervous system, she could still sense Lauren's psychotic laughter, and then, suddenly, everything went black.

  Lauren turned off the machine, noticing the limp form, smoke rising from her opened mouth, which was still fixed in a piercing scream, resting beneath the restraints.
  "She's gone, lieutenant," Lauren called, and then whispered to herself, "gone to Hell."