Hello My Name Is Nothing

There is no permanent destination for me. I am a murder-without-hesitation hotwire expert. This is the story of how I finally may have found a home.


11. Ch. 8


We got to the shooting area and my jaw dropped at the array of weapons. I picked up one similar to my gun.

“Got any photos of Denver I can use?” I asked. She rolled her eyes and gave me a photo of Denver smiling cockily. I smirked and taped it to one of the dummies. I took the gun and aimed right at his head. I pulled the trigger and the bullet has lodged itself in the center of his forehead.

“Nice shot! You must be really good!” Cara said excitedly.

“He was just target practice.” I said, earning a laugh from Cara. I suddenly froze up, remembering one of acts against the people I killed.


                I grabbed Jenna and dragged her to the wall. She had black tears down her face coming from her makeup and she was gagged, bound, and bruised in random places. I had branded the word SLUT on her forehead, shoulders, belly, and back. She had cuts on her cheeks and stomach. I didn’t feel one drop of guilt for what I was going to do to her. She had bullied me all through elementary school, written ‘I’M A WHORE’ in sharpie on my forehead when I fell asleep in class, and called the police on me for stealing her parents’ car in 5th grade. I wasn’t in juvenile detention for more than two months before I was bailed out by my parents. I never forgot what she did. My life was broken, and she was just one of the people who helped me crack.

                I put her up to the wall, than backed away. She attempted to run but I pulled out the gun.

“If you even take a step, I’ll blow your head off.” She froze and went back to the wall, still sobbing. I walked up and removed the gag. Her sobs were loud enough that the nine hostages sitting in the ‘waiting room’ as I called it could hear her.

“Jenna Baker, remember me? The girl you shoved into jail?” I said with a smirk. “What do you have to say about yourself?”

“I’m sorry!” Jenna sobbed, “I didn’t know what else to do! You were breaking the law!”

“You destroyed me! You’re the reason I am who I am! You broke my childhood. My life could’ve been normal, but it isn’t! And, newsflash, it only got worse!” I yelled in her face.

“So what are you going to do to me? You’ve already tortured me and the rest of us! What am I to you anymore?” she said angrily, tears still streaming down her face. I stepped back to get distance and lifted the gun.

And right before I pulled the trigger, I answered her question. “You?” I chuckled, “Jenna, you’re just target practice.”


“Nothing?” Cara waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of it. “Are you okay? You look like you were trying to remember something.”

“It was nothing, I just spaced out a second.” I replied. She looked at me confused before shrugging and grabbing a gun.

“So,” Cara said as she shot a dummy in the stomach, “what is your specialty?”

“I hotwire anything and I can aim well with a knife. I also have torture methods.” I said as I shot the Denver dummy in the heart.

“That’s cool. I threaten people.” Cara replied with a smile.

“Yeah I heard. I don’t see you as an angry person.”

Cara laughed loudly. “You don’t want to see me as an angry person.”

“I think I could handle it.”

“Trust me. I brought Denver to tears once.”


“He stole my lucky ring. So I yelled at him.” Clara smiled as she shot another dummy in the arm, followed by her cursing herself for missing.

“Speaking of Denver, I really want to get back at him for tattooing me without permission. What should I do?” I asked.

“Well, give him a taste of his own medicine. Tattoo him without permission.” Cara said.

“Yeah, but isn’t he the leader of this gang? Won’t I get in trouble?” I countered.

“No, you’re one of the main gang leaders, girl. He is just kind of above you. The boys pull pranks on each other all the time. They are not completely soulless. Behind closed doors they’re really fun. But when I go out in public with Francis, he acts possessive to keep up a reputation.”


“Yeah, so what should we tattoo on Denver?” Cara asked eagerly, setting her gun down and sitting on the floor. I put mine down as well and sat down.

“How about, Nothing is My Bitch with a heart around the lettering?” I suggested.

“No, it sounds like he is saying that nothing is going to get to him.”

“Well, what does he hate?”

“Oh! He hates double infinity tattoos on wrists. It’s actually kind of odd.”

“Why does he hate it?”

“He just thinks it’s dumb”

“No, let’s do something embarrassing.”

“How about a pink butterfly?”

“Sure, but how do we do it without him noticing?”

“He has a chloroform stash in his closet. I say we knock him out in his sleep so he doesn’t wake up from the needle. Then we do the tattoo and go to bed. Deal?” Cara stuck out her hand.

“Deal!” I shook her hand.

*Later that night*

“Cara, do you know what you’re doing?” I said suspiciously as she lifted the rag off of Denver’s face and got the tattoo machine, which was buzzing loudly.

“Totally!” she answered, working on the butterfly while Denver was passed out, unaware. “I worked at a tattoo shop before I met Francis.”

“Why don’t you have tattoos?”

“I like putting tattoos on people. That doesn’t mean I love tattoos on myself.”

“Huh.” An hour went by as Cara worked on the tattoo. As she worked, I looked at Denver’s calm face. He had a giant Runaways tattoo across his bicep on his left arm.

“There, I’m done!” she said proudly, wrapping up the tattoo. “Now let’s go to bed!”


We made our way back to the room after putting everything away. I collapsed into the bed, sleep overtaking me.

“I’M GOING TO KILL HER!” I woke up to a loud yelling voice outside the door. I looked over at Cara, who was fast asleep. Then I saw that it was 3 AM. I was NOT in the mood for this.

“Dude, calm down, she was just repaying you for tattooing her without permission.”

“SHE TATTOOED A BUTTERFLY ON MY WRIST!” I was getting more and more annoyed. Fighting with him was not going to shut him up as they argue. I slowly began walking to the door.

“Denver, just go to bed!”


I got tired and opened the door to reveal Francis and Denver. Denver looked so angry. I just walked up to him and did what I always did to shut people up. I grabbed his face with my hand and I kissed him. His eyes widened and just as he was about to kiss back, I pulled away.

“Now will you two shut up so I can get some sleep? Jesus!” I closed the door to a very surprised looking Denver and Francis. I went over to my bed and fell right back to sleep.


Oooooh! Left you with a cliffhanger! Were you expecting her to kiss him? It did shut him up though ;)

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