In her normal state that news would be disturbing..  She wasn't a killer, not by a long shot, and later she would feel revulsion and remorse.  At the moment all she could think about, all she could see in her mind, was that BITCH on top of Drake, mounting him like a bitch in heat.  She knew he must be uncomfortable..  with that much venom coursing through him it was impressive he wasn't throwing her up against the nearest wall and fucking her silly..  but he'd have to clean off before she could do that..  and she was rather coated in Cassy bits too.  She took the hatchet, not even wanting to know why the fuck it was there.<br/><br/>"Can we stick it on a pike somewhere?  Because I swear to gods anyone else thinks of touching you..." her voice broke and she lifted the hatchet.  It took three blows, as the first one missed entirely and the second..  did a 'hatchet' job on the girl's once lovely face.  the third was enough, severing head from body, and she kicked the head into the corner, then dropped the hatchet, shaken.  Now she felt sick...