Seeing that she didn’t have a choice, she obeyed. “Brian, it’s not true.â€? He looked at her. “It doesn’t give you a rush. Even if you don’t feel bad, you won’t feel good, either. Even if its someone you really hate. It’s just…nothing. You could get in a lot of trouble, why risk it?â€?
He looked at her doubtfully. “How would you know? Now shut up so I can do this.â€?
“No, wait. I would know. Remember Mr. Simmons? That was me.â€? Stall for time.
He was caught completely off guard. “Mr. Simmons? He fell.â€?
“With my help.â€?
“Yeah, right.â€? He took the safety of off the gun.
“No, really! I know everyone hated him, but me especially. I decided to do something about it. I snuck into his house through a window and – oops, push down the stairs. I helped along his ‘fall.’â€?
“Liar,â€? whispered Brian, but he looked interested. “But ok. Lets say I believe you. How did it feel?â€? There was a hunger in his eyes.