I found a way out. Not physically, but of the mind. I ran to the living room window and waited, hoping my plan would work. Just then, Duke drove by in her new red convertible. She was wearing her infamous O-town sweatshirt that she stole, and she was just ginning. I hurried and grabbd a iron doorstop and smashed the window with it until it shattered into peices scareaming at Duke as if she attacked me.

It worked! He fell for it!

Pete broke and ran right towards me and grabbed me.

PETE: What happened?

I started my fake crying.

ME: (Pointing out of the broken window and sobbing) That evil girl hates me. She wants me dead. She gave me the finger, and called me and my mom a whore. Oh yeah. That O- town shirt she is wearing right now, she stole that from me. That's MY O-Town shirt.

PETE: (Furious) That girl's going down.

So I let it go, but Pete didn't. For the rest of the day, he constantly asked questions about Duke and I catered to his every whim. I told him all about her, what she is, where she stayed, what kind of car she drives, what her liscense plate number is and everything.

Duke was driving around in her car and had just got home. She went and unlocked the door to her apartment and went in. She was jumping around dancing because she was happy and turned on the TV and started dancing to a N-Sync video.

We see Pete looking in at her plotting her departure from this earth.

When Duke was finished dancing, she went and looked at herself in the mirror on the wall.

DUKE: Oh well, Since I am so pretty and popular I think I will call some friends that are pretty and as popular as me.

She went to phone that was made like a pair of lips and dailed up Trina

DUKE: Hi girl!

TRINA: Hi Duke!

DUKE: What's up?

TRINA: Nooooothin"

DUKE: So how's life on the pretty side?

TRINA: It's all good in the neighborhood.

DUKE: Word up. Hey I haven't seen Dee in a while. What happened?

TRINA: I don't know I hate that bitch's guts. Someone probably did us all a big favor and killed her.

DUKE: Oh there's were nothing in the paper about it. Until I hear the official word that she's dead, I then throw a big bash.

TRINA: Hey she might be dead now, why the fuck wait, let's celebrate now! I come over there and we drink Cisco and look at Comic View on BET all night long.

DUKE: Cool great ideal!

TRINA: I'm there!

DUKE: O.K. See you at 8.

Duke hangs up the phone.

DUKE: (Jumps up and down singing) Oh happy day!

TRINA: (Goes to her closet pulling out dresses) Oh goody goody!

She pulled out a short, hot pink, sequin slutty number.

Meanwhile at Duke's apaprtment, she got all her greatest snacks laid out on the coffee table in tacky neon plates. Sour cream chips and dip, potted meat, Rotel dip, cocktail weeiners, and raw cookie dough for her and Trina to slurp up.

DOORBELL: DING DONG!

Duke ran to the door wearing a trashy, black, strapless, crinoline number (al la Madonna). She opends the door... There stood Trina holding a bottle a Cisco looking like Wanda from In Living Color.

DUKE: Oh Trina, you have arrived!

(They kiss eath other on the cheek) Smooch-Smooch.

TRINA: (Shaking her bottle of Cisco) Well, let's get this party started!

DUKE: Well what are we waiting for?

DUKE and TRINA: YEAAAAHHH!

They turned on the TV and looked at Comic View and slurped down Cisco and Rotel and cookie dough until they passed out from sheer gluttony. This was the best night of Duke's and Trina's lives, but it will also be their last because they forgot one thing.....

They left the window the the living room unlocked.

(We see Pete looking in the window.) There lays Trina and Duke layed all out in front of the TV still playing loudly. Pete slowly lifted the window up, and quietly crawled in and walked walked right where Duke and Trina lay. He looked at them sleeping and knelt down right beside Trina. He placed some chloroform on a towel he got from the bar and covered her face tightly with it. She struggled weakly then fell limp. He proceeded to pull out assorted meat cutting tools along with a ice saw and began to decapitate and disembowel her. Slinging blood everywhere. Duke slept through the whole thing. When he was finished slinging Trina's guts all over the apartment, he started in on Duke. He also put cholroform on the towel and placed it tightly to her face. She let out a weak struggle and went limp. Pete proceeded to decapitate and disembowel her until there were nothing left.

Completely soaked in the still warm blood of his two dead victims, he went to the shower and washed himself in cold water. He placed his bloody clothes in a garbage bag to take home. He knows no one will find the killer for this crime. Now nude and clean, Pete went to Duke's bedroom and looked in the closet for some clothes. He found Dylan's starter jacket and guess jeans. He put them on and they fit perfectly. He pulled the hood over his head and went back out of the front window. To the unsuspecting neighbors, they thought he was Dylan, so Dylan will be accoused of murdering Duke and Trina.

Pete got home, slid off the clothes and threw them in the fireplace, and put on his nightclothes and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up early around 6 A. M. Pete was still asleep. I turned on the TV and there was a breaking news bulletin.

NEWS REPORTER: We interrupt our regular scheduled program for breaking news. Two women are found dead murdered and decapitated and all of their insides are slung all over the apartment.

(We see Police officers running out of the apartment puking.)

POLICE: It's horrible! It's worse than the holocaust! I never seen nothing like it! We are dealing with a monster.

NEWS REPORTER: We interrupt this breaking news story for more breaking news. We just found out that cats are missing. All the cats in one neighborhood are gone. We conclude that the same person who killed those women also killed those cats too. We are dealing with a sick man.

NEWS REPORTER: So there you have it. Two women are decapitated and their guts slung all on the walls and all the cats are gone in the neighborhood. We don't know what we are dealing with, but we will stay on top of it. We will now return you to your regulary scheduled program.

I turned the TV off I froze with fear. I looked at Pete (That nasty bastard!) I thought. I shook Pete awake.

ME: Man what's going on?

He woke up gargling in his own drool.

PETE: Nothing. I was at the bar last night working. The heath inspector is coming today so I stayed late to clean it up.

ME: Oh.. Just checking.

PETE: What happened?

ME: Shit, two women are dead and all the cats in the neightborhood are too.

PETE: Well, that's bad.

He fell back asleep.

I knew he was lying, but there was nothing I could do. I just sat up in the bed thinking about how I ended up here. I didn't go to work today I quit. I got up out of the bed and walked all over the house. I walked down the hall through the dining room through the kitchen and out in the backyard. I walked around for like two hours. When I came back in and went into the den, there was Pete in his robe sitting on the couch staring right at me. I froze with fear. His big blue eyes were just staring at me. He beginning to look kind of cute.

PETE: Don't worry, they quit playing that cat killer segment on the news.

ME: (Sitting down in a chair) Oh I wasn't upset about that anymore.

PETE: (Patting the couch) No. Sit here by me.

ME: (Getting up) Okay

He put his arms around me

PETE: (Looking down at me).You don't know how happy you made me.

PETE: I got the whole day planned for us. You won't regret it.

PETE: (Whispering in my ear) I can make you feel good ...real good. Let's go back to the bed.