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  Ella tried to smile. "Thanks," she said searching for just a small glimpse of affection in her mother's eyes, something she hadn't seen since that day she was found in the attic. Why she hadn't cried or seemed dehydrated was a mystery to everybody in the house, but the doctor assured her mother that there was nothing wrong with her daughter and that she probably just enjoyed herself going through all the fun stuff up there.

  "But the swelling?" her mother had asked. "She seems so bloated ever since she was up there."

  "It's probably nothing," the doctor said. "Watch what she eats, maybe it'll disappear once she grows a little more. She'll be fine. Don't you worry Mrs. Lucas."

  But Ella's mother worried, a lot. She worried that this baby wasn't her daughter that something terrible happened to her real daughter and they were left with this ... this monster. Most of all she worried about what this monster was about to do to them all.

  Ella knew all that, she could see it in her mother's eyes. So many times she wanted to tell her that she was still her daughter, that there was nothing wrong with her, but she knew she couldn't convince her mother about something she had to feel in her heart. She couldn't force her to love her.

  "You're welcome," her mother now said with a sigh. "Better hurry up, it's getting late."

  "There is a storm coming," Ella said again.

  Her mother nodded still without looking at her and then closed the door.

  Ella undressed, and then ran towards the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Her big sister Louise was standing in front of the mirror plucking her eyebrows.

  She stared at her little sister in the mirror, and then continued plucking. It looked painful, Ella thought.

  "You should do something about yours as well," Louise said. "It would open up your eyes. Yours are so bushy they are almost grown together in a unibrow."

  Ella looked at herself in the mirror. Her sister sized her. "Well you need a lot of work, don't you?" she said with a grin.

  Ella stuck her tongue out, then turned and pulled the shower curtain revealing the filled bathtub behind it. Then she dropped the towel and put her foot inside of the water. Her sister made a grimace behind her naked body, she thought Ella didn't see. Ella pretended to not have and sunk her tired, heavy body into the warm water.

  "Do you want me to set a timer for when you're boiled?" her sister said with a grin. Then she laughed as she returned to plucking. Emma looked at her while biting her lip. She felt her cheeks turn red.

  Louise let out a scream as the mirror cracked in front of her.

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  PETER DROVE THE BMW. Ivan sat in the backseat with Michael while Ole sat in the front. They had all put on blue blazer jackets and Freddy Krueger masks they bought online. Ivan's heart beat fast with adrenalin while singing along with Tyler, The Creator's lyrics:

  "This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep ... Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat," he sang while nodding along to the music.

  The other guys sang along as well. Ivan felt the thrill of excitement as he uttered the words. "I'm tall, dark, skinny; my ears are big as fuck ... Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked."

  Peter was speeding and ran a red light. He lifted his head and looked at Ivan in the rearview mirror. Ivan grinned. Peter could look like he was completely mad, a true maniac. Ivan loved that. In his hand Ivan was holding The Glove. He felt proud as he stared at it and turned it a couple of times to better study it. He touched the blades with his fingertips and made a small scratch that bled on his forefinger. He sucked the blood off still while staring in awe at The Glove. It had such a history. Ivan had been almost speechless when Peter had handed it to him and asked him to wear it tonight. It was almost too great an honor.

  The Glove had been made by some students back in the eighties. They founded the order and came up with the entire idea. Since then it had been passed on from student to student. The glove with blades for fingers, just like the one Freddy Krueger wore in those scary, old movies.

  Now it was sitting in Ivan's hands. According to the stories it wasn't the original one since that had been lost many years ago, but a new one had been made. The original students who started the game challenged each other to rape someone wearing a complete Freddy Krueger outfit. They hadn't passed the glove on to the next generation, since it wasn't their intention to make it into an order or a club. It was the students following them once they had graduated who started everything. Hearing the rumors about what the group had done, the next generation of seniors formed the order in their honor and had a new glove made. Every year since then people had been raped and slaughtered by students using this glorious glove. Never had anyone suspected the students at the prestigious boarding school of the heinous crimes. Who would ever suspect the fruit of Denmark's richest families for spreading horror and terrorizing people? No, of course they didn't. And if they did, if someone suspected a student of a rape? Well, it had happened once or twice. But they had the money to pay them off, and they always took the money since they knew they would never stand a chance in court against the boarding school boy's well-paid lawyers.

  So the game had lived on for nearly thirty years now and still the order was a well kept secret that only a few chosen ever knew about. Part of the instructions given to any new member was how to make sure to cover their actions up, to clean up after themselves. Therefore many of the killings were covered as a simple fire, tragically costing the lives of the people who were sleeping inside. Or sometimes people - especially women - would disappear mysteriously and were never seen again. No body, no crime, was the mantra. Ivan had heard that the order was good at covering up their tracks, and he was very excited to finally see them in action, to finally be a part of the fun.

  "Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed ... This meetin' just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son," they all sang along.

  Peter ran another red light, then honked at a car and passed it with full speed. "Fuckin' women, they don't know how to drive. I should slap her hard across her face with my dick before I stuff it in her throat till she chokes, am I right?"

  Everyone in the car nodded.

  "I would give it to her in the ass!" Michael yelled. "Booyah! Just like that. She'll scream for her life while I kiss her with my fist. I bet she'll enjoy that, huh?" Michael said and stuck his tongue out while pretending to lick something.

  Peter laughed manically while they sped across the bridge towards Enoe Island. It looked dark in the distance, since most people were sleeping at this hour. Ivan couldn't help laughing either. He had never done any of this before, but he was looking forward for once to be the one watching and enjoying the terror in someone else's eyes. Up until now Ivan had been the victim, he had been the one terrorized by his older brother his entire life, but now it was finally his time to shine.

  The Lucas family was never going to know what hit them.

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