CHAPTER 56 Part 3 - Amy

“Amy! Shit! You killed them?” I rolled my eyes at Helvetica, Veti for short, and wondered for the hundredth time why I let her constantly criticize me. She could be such an old hag. Okay, she’s not that old, maybe three or four hundred years. But to my nineteen years on the planet that could have been several lifetimes, and if we were human, it would have been. “I staked them,” I protested, motioning to the bloody stakes in my hand. “It was painless.” One of the girls that...