Carson walked through the park, smoking a cigarette and chuckling to himself. It had been 6 months since the death of his "girlfriend", Serena. That stupid beaner was so easy to manipulate. And to kill. No one ever knew that he was the genius behind her murder. He walked out to the field with a note in his hand. Pretty girls were hard to resist, and the long, curly haired girl in the picture was absolutely stunning. He stood by the field and the old factory, that had long been shut down. He waited for her for about ten minutes, before hearing his voice being called. "Carson." He turned around, hear the voice close behind him, but nothing was there. He heard it again. He was scared. He ran behind the factory, and there, he saw a girl with short, curly hair, pale green eyes, a red crop top, blue shorts and sneakers. She looked about his age, but much shorter. She seemed about normal, until she looked up. A crooked grin spread across her blood covered face, and a scar adorned what once was her right eye. "Remember me, Carson? My dearest love?" She said with a slight slurring Spanish accent. "I was your love, remember?" She sighed. "And then..." She got up and began walking towards the terrified brunette. "...You shot me." The cruel smile turned into a tight snarl. "You tricked me...And now..." She raced up and grabbed him by the collar. "I get to return the favor."
"You won't get away with this, Serena!" Carson shouted. "There's a girl who's coming any second. I even have a note!" She laughed hysterically, almost releasing him from her tight grasp. "That note? How interesting." She leaned in close and quietly asked, "I have great penmanship, don't I?"
"THAT WAS YOU?!" He cried. "YOU-YOU...YOU TRICKED ME!" He glared.
"True. I did" she said. "I guess..." His glared turned into a cry of fear as she raised a blood covered bat. "You can't trust everyone." She swung the bat at his face, beating him to death. She dragged his body to the factory, dumping it down the garbage chute before running off into the moonlight.