Guilt.

That was the only thing she was feeling right now. A timer carved in her wrist. The time on it was now 1:00, meaning she had an hour before her death and she had to find somebody to kill now.

But how could she? She murdered her own brother out of impulse.

Was it worth choking a ten year old child to death? No, no it wasn't. Because the guilt never left, it was a burden on her.

A bat in her hands, tears in her eyes.. Who would she kill next in this sick and twisted game?