When class ended for the day, I couldn't help the smile on my face as I softly sang to myself:

Now I'm out here looking like revenge
Feelin' like a ten, the best I ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse (wait a minute)
Now you're out here looking like regret
Ain't too proud to beg, second chance you'll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse (wait a minute)

Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I'm the baddest
You fuckin' with a savage
Can't have this, can't have this (ah)
And it'd be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

The song fit my mood as I made my way to my motorcycle that was stations in the student parking lot, I all but bounded to my favorite ride, excited to go home and play with the picture over the weekend, give the Ultras exactly what they deserve. After a ten minute ride from the school to my house that sat in the middle of the neighborhood.

I walked my motorcycle into the open garage and saw my Uncle hard at work restoring an old antique blade. "Hey Uncle." I greeted, watching his artistic work as he restored his latest project back to it's former glory.

"Hey Little Li'." Uncle said, using his favorite pet name for his only niece. "How was school?" he asked as he set the blade down before turning to me, wiping his hands on a rag.

I popped the kick stand in place, "Hm, same old, nothing to report." I shrugged as I removed my helmet.

"Really. Are you sure?" Uncle asked, dragging out the last word, the look on his face telling me that he suspects something.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I said as I carried my bag on my shoulder towards the door that led into the house.

"Lita." I paused at the warning in his tone, sighing, I turned to face him, his arms crossed over his chest with a stern expression. "The polaroid kiddo." he said, holding his hand out, making a 'come here' motion, awaiting the device.

I let out another sigh as I pulled out the antique camera from my backpack. Holding the polaroid carefully in my hands, I gave it to my Uncle.

He turned the camera over, inspecting it, "Have I not told you what happens when someone's picture is taken by this very device?" he questioned me, shifting his eyes from me to the object in his hands.

"You have," I nodded, "that's why I wanted to use it." I answered honestly as I followed Uncle into the house, pushing the garage door button on the way to close it.

"How many pictures have you taken?" Uncle asked, not looking behind him as we made our way to the attic where I borrowed the polaroid from.

"Only one." I answered as Uncle climbed the ladder first, "I didn't use it on innocent people. I swear." I added as I followed after him into the cleaner than clean attic.

"I believe you, you only borrow my stuff without asking for that particular purpose." Uncle said, nonchalant as he stored the camera back in one of the many age old restored chests he accumulated throughout his life to store his collection.

Closing the chest, he turned to me and asked, "So, who is it this time?"

Without saying a word, I pulled out the photo from my jacket pocket before showing it to him. He gently took the picture from my hand to bring it closer for further inspection, his face was unreadable as he scrutinized the faces that were taken. Looking up from the picture, he asked, "These the annoying brood of bitches you're always complaining about?" I nodded, "Yep."

Uncle clicked his tongue, "Bullies these days, here I thought they established anti-bullying laws." he said, handing the picture back to me.

"Doesn't stop them from hurting other people. These girls are rotten to the core. The only exception that I did not capture in here is Sue Snell, she's the only one who is redeemable." I said, glaring at each girl in the photo.

"You always had a distaste towards bullies." Uncle said, sympathizing with his niece, having suffered the same way in high school.

"Hmph, sick bastards like these don't deserve a future. No matter where they are, or their social status, they should be burned at the stake for hurting others for a long period of time." I said, gripping the edges in between my fingers.

"Some people are upstanders, some are bystanders. But you're neither of those things. Like someone else I know." Uncle said, shaking his head at the comparison between his sister and her daughter.

I smirked as I looked up at my Uncle, "There are those who love to stand in the spotlight, and there are others who lurk in the shadows. I prefer the latter." Uncle returned my smirk with a smile of his own, "So how are you going to do it? Their lives are literally in your hands now." I raised an eyebrow at him who added, "I won't stop you as long as you're just getting rid of these infections. You'd be doing the human race a favor. You know how your Mother dealt with the foul scum of society."

I chuckled under my breath as I stared down at the photo in my hand, "I could get them all at once, but that would be too quick, the fun would already be over." I shook my head, "No, one at a time should suffice. Slowly, until everyone is convinced that they have officially gone mad. It will be when they think they are safe and happy that everything around them falls to pieces." I eyed the smiling leader of the Ultras, "I think I'll save Whore-genson for last. Because the real hell should always be saved for the leaders. The worst for last." I added as a smile creped onto my face. Oh the plans I have for these so-called popular girls.