• Nemo sat in the blood red velvet chair. She rested on its high back. In her hands she clutched a silver needle. Nemo fiddled with it excessively. Though her posture said different,inside she was filled with suspense..desperate! desperate to know what she would do next! Nemo could've screamed, right there right then ..just because of that ONE feeling..that feeling..was like ecstasy. The silver needle danced between her fingertips ,pricking and stinging her skin like fire. Her hands grew red with her own blood...the mark of a true killer. Behind the velvet chair's back ,walked in another student,supposedly to do homework. Nemo shot the silver needle behind her and into the poor boy's eye. The needle itself pushed itself into his throat. Poor student, let out and awkward cry and a choke swallowed by blood that no one could hear ......except the wretched soul nearby. He dropped down to his knees and fell face first. Nemo folded her hands carefully in her lap. She closed her eyes and let a hideous grin tug at her lips. Nemo got up and and swung towards the door quietly,frock in full swing. A new killer has been found.