Kim
Sat in her cramped room entire alone Elizabeth looked down at her arm. Blood still leaked from the self inflicted wounds but it was worth it, for now she had her first official upgrade to her body. Her eyes scanned her desk, the mess of items strewn about it was more reminiscent of a murder scene than a workshop. A bloody knife here, wires and batteries there.

What her eyes eventually rested on though was that of her clock. The time read 3:37, she had started working once her parents had gone to bed at 10 so nearly six hours. It was strange, it felt like it had only been one. No matter, it was now time. They wouldn't have to worry about using her name any more.

Grabbing the knife in her right hand she stood up slowly, moving as quietly as she could over to her bedroom door. Slowly turning the handle she opened it a couple of inches and looked through.
Mary
Unlike during the day, the house seemed to be dead silent at night. There was no real indication that anyone was even awake. From where Elizabeth was she could see that the kitchen light was probably on, but it wasn't unusual for it to get left on overnight.

Snoring could be heard from the direction of her parent's room, along with the sound of a quiet whirring which was probably their box fan. While it seemed like it might be easy to kill her parents in their sleep, Elizabeth knew from living with them that her father kept a pistol in a drawer next to the bed. That could complicate things if the fight was extended.
Kim
She stepped through and closed her bedroom door behind her. The box fan, that did remind her that it was quite hot at the moment. If she entered the room it was sure to alert them if not to what she was doing at least that something was wrong. If they came out of their own accord though?

Carefully she began to sneak through the house and head to the utility room. It was a small room that contained both a washing machine and the dryer. Most importantly of all affixed to the wall was the fuse box. Stepping over she began to flip all of the fuses to the tripped position. That should make the fan shut off and the temperature rise. Then they being unable to deal with even the smallest discomfort would come and check the fuse box. Perfect. In the mean time she would take a few steps back and stand behind the open door, awaiting her prey.
Mary
Perhaps unlike what Apex might expect, it seemed as though nothing was happening right away.

Thirty minutes of waiting later, and the sound of metal being struck could be clearly heard from where she was. It didn't take long after that for her to pick up the sounds of footsteps headed in her direction.

Occasionally she could hear the quiet sounds of her father grumbling to himself as he stumbled his way into the utility room, headed right for the fuse box and seemingly unaware of her at the moment.
Kim
As she stood behind the door waiting she couldn't believe the gall of these people. If she made the slightest noise at night she could almost guarantee they would come barging in her room. So why on earth did they take so long when she actually wanted them to come. Just another thing to take out on them she supposed. Hearing her approaching father gave her some relief however, the insufferable waiting would soon be over.

She pushed herself against the wall as he entered, both her hand and knife at the ready. As soon as he stepped through and began to mess with the fuse box she would spring into action. Stepping forward she thrust the knife towards her fathers neck. Hopefully this would be over quickly, she didn't particularly want a extended fight.
Mary
Due to either just waking up, or the oppressive darkness, her father was unable to react before it was too late. Immediately he brought his hands up to his own neck trying to stem the bleeding as he turned to look at her.

His face flickered with realization and then hate as he stumbled back, blood still spurting from his wound as he started to choke. Moments later his face seemed to relax as his legs gave out. He collapsed into a puddle of his own blood, motionless.

It seemed that the rest of the house was still relatively quiet. He hadn't even been able to yell out for help before he died.
Kim
Looking down at the corpse of her father a tear formed in the corner of one of her eyes. Not out of sadness or regret but of relief. Relief because he was finally gone. He couldn't hurt her anymore. One more evil creature to deal with and then she could sleep.

Stepping out of the utility room she would walk towards her parents bedroom once again, stopping short of entering instead listening at the door. She wanted to make sure she had a clear shot before rushing her mother. No point in taking more risk than necessary.
Mary
There wasn't a lot of noise coming from the other side of the door, though she could make out the sounds of what sounded like either someone tossing and turning on a bed, or someone getting up. It wasn't possible to tell much more from sound alone.
Kim
Well it was time to rip off the plaster and not give her the time to react. Throwing the door open she would leap forwards and attempting to grab her mother with her left hand and activating her shock plates. It was time to test out her new tech.
Mary
It seemed as though she was just starting to get out of bed when Apex burst into the room. Noticing the intrusion, a tired voice called out.

"Elliot? What the hell are yo—" Her voice cut out with a shriek as she was shocked, her body trembling as her eyes closed. Her body slumped down to the bed, unconscious, but not dead.

Despite being quiet up until this point, her shrieking while she was being shocked was quite loud.
Kim
She looked down at the woman who claimed to be her mother. Not uttering a word as she let out another charge and shocked her again. If she didn't even know her name she didn't deserve a conversation.

Raising the knife high she would bring it down in a swift stab aimed straight for her neck. The shrieking was irritating.
Mary
While unconscious, her mother wasn't able to resist in any way. The knife plunged in with a quiet squelch as blood immediately started to spurt out, some of which going right onto Apex.

Mission accomplished. Both of her parents were dead for good.

Now the only living person in the entire building, the house became oppressively quiet.
Robert
Finally, she was free.

Standing up she looked down at her mothers corpse and felt nothing. These people had caused her so much suffering. What she had done to them was nothing compared to the pain she had endured.

Oh well, there were more important things to sort out now. She needed to find the gun, ammo for the gun and any spare cash they have. She would need these thing at least until she could build more improvements to herself.
Mary
After a bit of searching, it wasn't difficult to find what she was looking for. The 9mm handgun was still in a drawer right next to the bed, along with a box of ammo. Altogether there was 50 bullets.

She was much less successful when it came to finding money. They both had some cash on them, but the entire family was poor and it wasn't a stash that she could find. In the end she only managed to find $112.

In the far distance the sound of a siren could be heard.
Kim
Well this would have to do. That was the sound of the police and she wasn't stupid enough to fight them head on. For now she needed to focus on getting out of here. Making sure the safety was on she slid the handgun into her waistband and shoved the cash into her pocket before running into her room.

As she entered she grabbed her backpack before shoving her laptop in along with some basic clothes, an airsoft mask, her own stash of money and the small selection of tools she had available. It wasn't much but it would have to do for now. Finally she grabbed her phone and shoved it in her pocket before rushing out the door, dropping the knife as she went. No point in keeping it.
Mary
Despite the sirens in the distance getting closer, they weren't fast enough to catch Apex as she fled out the house. In fact, it sounded as if the sirens were getting farther away for some reason. Almost as though they were headed towards a different crime scene entirely.

The sound of sirens was quite common in the slums, after all. They didn't have the help of heroes often, but there was still some semblance of a police presence.