<br/>"He's the worst that we know.." Finley whispered just loud enough for David and Jeanette to hear. A smile had crept onto Jeanettes face. "We can sacrifice<em>him</em>"She whispered back and made a slight gesture towards the older boy.<br/><br/>David couldn't say he didn't like the idea. Keith had picking on him and his friends pretty much since they could walk. Once, he'd even knocked out one of Finley's baby teeth. They had told his mother that he'd banged his mouth against some playground equipment, for fear of Keith or the big kids he hung out with taking revenge on them for tattling. The only problem was, Heath was big, and they were little, so how were they going to sacrifice him?<br/><br/>"Give me that faggy book!" shouted Keith. David didn't quite know what the word "faggy" meant, but he thought it had something to do with having more girl friends than boy ones.<br/><br/>Keith grabbed the book out of David's hand, and to his horror, started trying to pull pages out of it. They didn't budge. "What the hell is wrong with this thi-YOOOW!" Keith screamed like he'd be stabbed in the thigh, because that was exactly what had happened.<br/><br/>Abigale pulled the dull, bloodied carving knife out of Keith as he fell to the ground howling in pain. Finley and Jeanette covered his mouth. "I knew keeping this in my bag was a good idea!" declared Abigale gleefully. "What else do we need to do, David?"<br/><br/>David swallowed, worrying about the trouble they'd get into if a grown up or even another kid stumbled upon the scene. "Well, we can't do the re-tool till the sun starts setting, but that shouldn't be too long. Uh, Abie, it says here that we need to decide what we'll look like..."