<span style="font-style: italic">As soon as men know that they can kill without fear of punishment or blame, they kill; or at least they encourage killers with approving smiles.<br/>~Simone Weil</span><br/><br/>"You can just leave and never come back, you stupid bitch!"<br/><br/>Arcelia flipped her ex-boyfriend off as she walked away. The stupid asshole actually thought she would stay with him after she caught him and her best friend screwing in his bedroom?<br/><br/>Hell no. She hoped he died a horrible painful death, torture and all.<br/><br/>Even though she was a first year college student, majoring in Criminal Law, she had a mind equal in corruption to those of the criminals she studied. She enjoyed seeing other's pain if they had done her or anyone wrong. She wished there were more drawn-out painful methods of putting someone to death, so the person could suffer before dying. More of an atonement for their crimes than anything.<br/><br/>Arcelia put aside her thoughts for the moment, reminding herself she needed to take her pills when she got back to her apartment. But for the moment, she would drive and contemplate making the man pay.<br/><br/>Her dark brown eyes shimmered with angry tears as she weaved in and out of traffic, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. Before she could get any form of road rage, she was home. Lia climbed out of her car and shut the door with a soft kick.<br/><br/>As much of a piece of crap her 1997 Subaru Legacy was, she loved the car to death. With a sigh, she headed up the stairs to her apartment, pulling her phone out of her pocket and texting one of her best friends, asking how much a switchblade would normally cost.<br/><br/>Her best friend asked her if she was joking, and with a smile, Lia texted that she was, though she wasn't. Her friend responded with a generic, "Lol, have a good night, Lia." Arcelia dropped her purse by the door and curled up on the couch, closing her eyes. She would only rest for a moment, then would go to her bed.<br/><br/>Lia woke up to a sharp ice of cold biting her on the cheek. She opened her eyes and sat up. She was in the middle of a forest, snow falling. She reached up a hand to brush her raven hair from her eyes, only to find a pistol in her hand. She glanced down at her other hand and saw the flashlight. She narrowed her eyes at the items, then swore softly in surprise when her phone went off. Fumbling and putting both objects carefully in her hand, she reached into her jeans pocket with her free hand and pulled out her phone, reading the message.<br/><br/>ARE YOU AWAKE, ARCELIA LOPEZ?<br/>GOOD.<br/>DID YOU DISCOVER THE PISTOL AND THE FLASHLIGHT?<br/>DO NOT LOSE THESE ITEMS, OR YOUR PHONE.<br/>THEY ARE ESSENTIAL TO YOUR SURVIVAL.<br/>YOU HAVE A SICK, SICK MIND FOR A LAWYER, ARCELIA.<br/><br/>Arcelia scowled at the message and shoved the phone back in her pocket, anger boiling through her. Already she could imagine what things she would do to the person who had set her up in this. Strangling them with their own heartstrings. Cutting out their heart and holding the still beating organ in her hands. Slicing their throat and watching them bleed. Oh, revenge would be sweet as blood.<br/>Flicking the flashlight on and holding the pistol close to her side, she walked forward, slowly, eyes glancing all around her, not shivering as the snowflakes touched against her bare shoulders, the flakes clinging to her black tanktop briefly before melting and leaving no trace behind.<br/><br/>Someone was going to die soon...in horrible, wonderful ways.