It was all happening again-the blood-the agony of it all, was happening again. RJ slowly opened his eyes. Lauren was facing the opposite direction, digging around in a box. Robbie lay barely breathing in a pool of blood nearby. RJ crept slowly on hands and knees to the entrance. Robbie opened his eyes but this in itself was near impossible for him. Robbie looked towards RJ and then closed his eyes again. RJ winced in pain as he slowly exited the warehouse. Using the doorframe for support, He rose slowly to his feet and walked away. As he did, he heard Lauren's unmistakable shouts of triumph, and shortly afterward, bright blue flames appeared behind their psychotic creator. RJ ducked down behind a dumpster and as he heard a car screech out of the parking lot, he sprinted for the nearest building. And as luck would have it, it was a Hoinker Doinker Soda Shop. As he glanced towards the street, he saw Lauren's vulgar, hateful, vengeful face, full of contempt and obscene hatred staring a deadly stare deep into him. She stepped on the gas and sped off. RJ felt uneasy as he made his way to his car. He didn't know if Lauren saw him. But if she did, he knew she'd do everything she could to take care of him.

  Six people were reported dead the next day. The funeral had taken place two days ago. Lauren had not attended. She thought that her snickers would give way to the revelations of who was responsible for their deaths. Then she looked back at the obituaries from the day after the fire. Six. Six people were listed. She'd killed eight: Besselman, Greer, Jacobs, Ledbetter, Messer, Regenold, Trammell, and that sleazy pizza man. Then she remembered the figure by the soda shop it must've been Greer or Regenold. She threw the paper aside and said to herself:
  "Back to square one."

  RJ turned from Matt's corpse. The blood had been cleaned off of him, and his wounds had been bandaged, but RJ could still see the expression on his face. He dropped his head in grief as the five other corpses were brought out. Three of them were burnt beyond recognition, but Trammell and Besselman were not. Tears of sorrow filled his eyes as he saw them both. At that moment, and many to come, he wished that he'd stayed in the warehouse and died along with them. Then, he wouldn't've had to mourn their deaths like he was now.

  The next day, RJ strolled over to the local "Psycho's Out to Kill Me, and I Need A Private Eye" outlet store. He walked up to the counter.
  "Yyyyyyyyesssss!" A chipper girl shouted. "Can I help you?"
  "I need a detective or something."
  "Yes, sir?" A skinny little fat man walked out of the wall. "I am Bob McBob, private eye."
  "I got a psycho whose out to kill me!" RJ shouted.
  "Don't we all." McBob guided RJ into a small office near the front desk. "Sit down, Mr. Regenold. Now, tell me all about this "psycho"."
  RJ handed McBob two packets. One was titled: "Paul and Marli, Uptown Gangsters," and the other, "Destroying the Evidence." McBob quickly read the two packets.
  "I see." He murmured, handing the packet back. "Well Mr. Regenold, it does appear that she is out to kill you. Mr. Regenold, I've been waiting for a case like yours. I am a week from retirement, and I need one last case to end my career on a high note. What's this girl's story?"
  "Well," RJ thought for a second, "as you've read, she has a violent temper and will fight mercilessly. She jumps to unreasonable conclusions. And when she's not cheerleading at-"
  "A cheerleader, eh?" McBob said quickly. "Ok, that makes this a crucial situation. Cheerleaders are the most dangerous forms of life that the FBI know of. If you so much as look at their hair in a criticizing manner, they'll smack you four ways from Ground Hog's Day. I'll round up a few agents, and we'll meet you tonight at that house you saw her at. What's the address again?"
  "Oh," RJ pulled out the gum-wrapper he'd written the address on, "it's 1317 Hellcat boulevard
  "Ah." McBob turned to a map on the wall. "That's just passed the cheese district. Alright, I'll meet you at 1400 Hellcat boulevard at 10:00. Bring, no one."
  "Ok." RJ stood up. "Thanks. Oh, remember that she's a cunning little girl. She killed like twelve people within a twenty-four hour period, so she won't hesitate to kill a few more."
  "I shall see you then, Mr. Regenold." McBob watched RJ leave and then went back to his desk.

  Robbie watched in horror as Lauren lighted the match that would soon send him ablaze. He could barely move, but he inched his way to a corner of the warehouse, at which he'd been lying near. He found, of all things, a grappling hook behind a trashcan. With all his strength, he flung it at Lauren's ankle, and it hit dead on. Lauren didn't notice, because after all, she is a cheerleader. So when she laughed with delight and sprinted to her car, Robbie came with her. When she went down some steps that led to a side road however, the grappling hook slipped from her ankle, and Robbie lay there in the grass, awaiting certain death. Just then, a young couple, about fifteen, drove up. Like all fifteen-year-olds, they drove without a license, and thus, eight police cars were on their tail. However, the car stopped by Robbie's body anyways. As he was loaded into the backseat, Robbie could hear the girl screaming from the passenger-side of the car. Robbie got a brief glimpse at the two. He recognized them as Phillip Ruffu and Marie Pinedo. Just as he was about to thank them, Phillip stepped on the gas, and they sped off.

  Presently, Robbie was at his desk, calling up a few agents on the phone. He'd been a private eye before he'd been blackmailed into joining Paul's band of evil people. Now that he had his job back, he'd changed his name and kept his true identity secretive, all in the span of forty-eight hours. He decided to call a few more links to the conspiracy that were never directly involved.
  "Yeah, what!" A stern voice met his ear. "Who is this!"
  "It's Bob McBob." Robbie said quickly. "Now listen. Regenold's still alive, and we need your help in either killing Lauren, or turning her over to the, yes, killing her."
  "What about Trammell, Jacobs, Jones, Browder---" The voice began.
  "All dead." Robbie sighed. "They're funerals were yesterday. I didn't show. Who can you round up?"
  "Hmmmmm," the voice trailed off, "I guess I could get Currin, Taylor, and, uh, Clower. Taylor's out at the carnival, ripping off the carnies, and Clower's off at the weather station taking over the NOAA weather radio signal, but I'll tell'em Regenold's in trouble."
  "Ok," Robbie began, "and tell them to meet at the 1400 block of Hellcat boulevard at 10:00."
  "Alright, I'll do that." The voice murmured. "Seeya then, Greer."

  Lauren dropped from her position outside the window of McBob's office. She had heard just about everything. If there were people that were still alive that could turn her in, she'd have to take care of them, along with Regenold. Quickly, she ran to her car, which had been parked in a ditch just past the store's parking lot. With a sputtering and a cough from the engine, her 1943 Studibaker rolled away. Wait, cars don't roll. Oh well this one did.

  Lauren continued digging her way down through the dirt and rock with a drill she owned. Eventually, she tapped into the gas line and let loose some plastic explosives. With a sudden "boom," Hellcat boulevard was transformed into a panic-stricken street. It, along with the entire neighborhood, was evacuated. All but Lauren. She turned an economy-sized fog machine on, which made the workers think that there was too much gas for them to handle. So they designated the neighborhood as a grade 1 hazard and decided to let the gas drain itself out. Lauren in the mean-time had sealed the break in the line and as night fell, she slowly turned off the fog machine. Lauren laughed to herself as she began preparing the neighborhood for the events to come.

  As the mist was clearing, a clear rainbow stretched over the low setting sun. McBob stopped his car at the 1400 block of Hellcat boulevard It was on the outer fringes of the dying fog. He suspected that Lauren had done something to get the neighborhood to herself, and of course, she did. McBob turned from the mist, as a black van slowly maneuvered down the street. Slowly it stopped, and four masked individuals quietly got out. One removed his mask and hood cautiously.
  "Ok Greer," he glanced at the other three, "Currin, Taylor, and Clower. So, where's Wick?"
  "Somewhere," Robbie glanced towards the sunset, "over the rainbow, way up high."
  "Look Vela," Currin said behind his mask, "I was watching Coast to Coast, so tell me what the ---- we're doing here."
  "Wick's out to kill Regenold, thus we must kill her." McBob said quickly. "Now are you in or not!"
  "Ok, fine." He removed the mask. "This rubber's giving me a rash."
  "Hello!" Regenold tapped McBob on the shoulder. "So what's the plan, McBob?"
  "Well," McBob glanced briefly at Taylor, who just gave him the finger, "we'll split up into three little group thingies, with us eventually ambushing the ----- at her home. Ok, me and Regenold will go east and come around on Fromage Avenue. Vela, you and Taylor will go to the west and come around on Calle del Queso. That's just passed the slaughter house. Ok, Clower and Currin will come up through the middle, and thus, will probably be the first to get killed. That's just down Hellcat boulevard Ok, now Regenold and I will stop at 1800 Hellcat boulevard Taylor and Vela, you stop at 1600 boulevard Clower and Currin, go through that side street, umm, Comomberre, I think. Then, we'll hit the house from three sides. Let's go!"

  Regenold and McBob broke away from the other four that were going on their separate ways. Regenold was getting suspicious of Taylor and Clower, who hadn't said anything thus far. Ever since the sewage treatment plant incident, they'd been mortal enemies. McBob was also wondering the same thing, but they let it go, because no rational conclusion could be drawn. It was 10:15 now, and the fog had completely dissipated. No one walked the streets, and all lights were out. The only light they had, was the fading sun and the full moon.

  They slowly maneuvered their way through the alleys and back-streets. There was no sign of life, except for themselves. Just as they neared Fromage Avenue, three different car alarms went off at once, and the few dogs that were left behind began growling and barking. Regenold and McBob fled into a small grove of trees and knelt behind a bush.

  Vela glanced over at Taylor, who still remained silent. He avoided making eye contact, because they say if you make eye-contact with a cheerleader, you'll turn to stone. And of course, this is true. So let this be a warning. Vela was just turning back towards the trees, when a shove from behind knocked him off balance. He turned in time to see Taylor shove him a second time. Vela slipped on some water that ran near a gutter and winced in pain as his head smashed against the curb. Nicole kicked him in the ribs three times, "with her high heels on." And as we all know, high heels are deadly implements of destruction. She left Vela half-dead in the gutter and proceeded to Hellcat boulevard

  Currin and Clower slowly inched their way down Hellcat boulevard Off in the distance, they heard a blood-curdling scream. After ducking for a while behind a walk-in mailbox, they continued on. They made it to 1550 HELLCAT boulevard without incident. Then, just as they were passing 1552, a figure leapt out of the shadows and shouted the classic cheerleader death-cry.
  "Fall back!" Currin shouted, diving for cover.
  Clower, being stupid, hesitated long enough for the cheerleader to hit him hard in the face. Clower staggered back, disoriented. He was just regaining his balance when the blade of a "big knife" caught the light of the moon. Clower flung himself back, forgetting that he was on concrete. He shouted in pain, as he made contact. Before he could try and get up, the cheerleader was standing over him with the "big knife" poised to strike. Currin watched as the silhouette plunged the knife repeatedly into Clower's neck and head. Currin turned as the killing persisted. Soon, he heard nothing. When he turned back, the figure had kicked the corpse into the gutter. Then, she ran off.

  Regenold and McBob reached Hellcat boulevard but saw no one else there.
  "This isn't good." McBob said quietly. "Where are they?"
  "I don't know." Regenold replied. "Maybe Lauren got to them first."
  Suddenly, they heard a scream about three blocks down and could see Currin running towards them really, really fast. A few steps behind him, was someone with a knife.
  "It's Destroying the Evidence all over again!" McBob ran towards Currin. "I'm not gonna get killed this time, not that I got killed last time either!"

  Currin watched as the silhouette continued trying to slash him with the blade. Just as he saw McBob turn the corner three streets down, a fist hit him in the face. He fell backwards, not in pain, but in shock. One was behind him, so another must've come up from an alley. He rolled into the grass and got to his feet. Wick and Taylor stood before him, eyes blazing. Currin ran at both of them, seizing each by the throat, and shoving each aside.
  "It's Wick!" He shouted. "Clower's dead! Crap! Ah, crap!"
  McBob passed Currin, who headed for Regenold. McBob met both girls head-on. He blocked Taylor's punches with one fist and deflected the blade with the other.
  "Damn it!" He shouted. "I'm not going to die this time! I shall win. Oo, ha, and-a that, and this, oh crap, that was close, ooooooooooh, boy!"
  Robbie continued blocking and deflecting. But then, Taylor punched with both fists, one being blocked by Robbie, the other giving him a strong uppercut. Robbie reeled back as the second punch snapped his head back. He turned away, as a third punch came at him. In an act of desperation, he grabbed Taylor, flung her over his shoulder, and hurled her clear over a fence. Wick quickly lashed at him with the knife, but he kicked the knife aside.
  "You've killed for the last time!" He shouted.
  "Heh heh," she laughed sarcastically, "I doubt it."
  Like all cheerleaders, Wick was trained in the secret art of the airhead. Before McBob could cover his ears, Lauren began gossiping about people whom he'd never heard of.
  "No, stop!" He shouted. "Evil, no, no, crap!"
  He sank to his knees, weakened from the gossip. She was just about to cut his throat, when Regenold and Currin each took an arm and held her back. Regenold, weighing like one hundred pounds, was quickly tossed in the air by Wick, who began slapping and kicking Currin. Currin and Lauren exchanged a few punches, with Wick's fourth punch knocking Currin back.

  Regenold shouted like a scared little girl as he went sailing over the fence. Coincidentally enough, it was the same that Taylor was presently perched on. Regenold slammed into her, knocking her back. Cartoon punch sounds were heard as a thick dust cloud formed around Regenold and Taylor. In the end, Regenold lay unconscious. With amazing agility, Nicole climbed and jumped the fence within four seconds.

  McBob got to his feet and grabbed Lauren's "big knife" that lay in the grass. He then realized that it was his "big knife." She had used his "big knife" to kill! Oooooooooooo, he was mad! With barely a thought, he spun Wick around, fury burning through his puny little girly veins.
  "Do you see this!" He demanded.
  "Yes," she replied in her chipper and evil-like way, "that is the knife which I used to kill Clower... Again."
  "Yes, but it's also my "big knife!"!" He shouted in her face. "And thou that has messed with thyn's knife, doest forth thou art mess with thee!"
  "What the hell?" She asked.
  "Nothing!" He wound back the blade and stabbed her four times. "Now you will know how it feels! You thought I was dead!" He ripped off his hat and glasses.
  "I'm not!" He continued. "You said no one would catch you, and no one will. Because before the cops can get to you, you'll be dead!"
  With that said, Robbie braced himself. He did the same with Lauren as he had with Nicole and watched as she went flying over the fence. He heard her scream in pain, and then she fell silent. He was just catching his breath, when Taylor rushed him.

  She knocked McBob to the ground. And even while he was falling, kicked and scratched him in the face. It took a bit, but McBob managed to overpower her.
  "I am not Lauren!" He shouted, then sighed. "Thank God I'm not Lauren."
  "You're welcome!" A voice that seemed to come from all directions thundered.
  "Can't you get it through your head!" She shouted. "I've sided with her! She's barely alive now, and thus, I must kill you!"
  "Hey now," McBob backed up, "now look. I've got a "big knife," and I might try to use it!"
  "I don't care about your meaningless threats!" She grabbed the knife from Robbie. "I'm going to kill you, and that's all there is to it."
  She bent the knife until the two ends met and then tossed it aside.
  "That can't be good." McBob glanced over at Regenold. "Uh, a little help would be good right about now."
  As McBob began running down Hellcat boulevard he could hear Taylor's light footfalls behind him.

  Regenold watched as Nicole began to catch up with McBob. McBob stopped next to him, as Taylor removed a hand-gun from her pocket.
  "Not a good place to keep it," McBob murmured.
  "Probably not." She raised the gun. "I'm going to enjoy this."
  With three deadly shots, Regenold and McBob fell to the street.

  The job having been done, Taylor leapt over the fence and helped Lauren to her car. As they drove off, they didn't know who had died or who had lived. After all, they're cheerleaders. But the next day, a few H.G's. who were no doubt in the hood, came across the five bodies. Three were still alive. And after a few weeks in the hospital, Currin, Regenold, and McBob returned to the scene of Vela's and Clower's deaths. Wick and Taylor would turn up sooner or later. And when they did, Regenold, Currin and McBob would be waiting.