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Author's Chapter Notes:

This will make more sense if you read #22 on How To Kill Nick Carter.

 

Re-Wrap

 

I think it happened in September

or was it May? I can't remember.

All I know is this dude appeared

he kind of glowed; can you say 'weird'?

He said that I could have the chance

to go back and change my circumstance.

I wasn't sure what he meant

but being dead sucks, so away I went.

 

No longer was I a sheer cold mist

my body was back, and I clenched my fist.

Revenge would be mine on at least one fan;

she should never have messed with this particular man.

Into a sneer my lips did curl

I was ready to seek out that teenage girl.

I began to recall her particular look

just before my life they took.

 

She was young, perhaps nineteen

her eyes were blue... or were they green?

She had refused to see my charm

and now it was her turn to come to harm.

I concentrated on her face, her hair

her terrible attitude, her heated stare.

But where on earth could this harpy be?

I'd never find her if it were up to me.

 

So to the glowy dude I plead

to send me to the girl who'd made me dead.

He shook his head, and with a sigh

waved his hand, and I did fly.

I found myself at a shopping mall,

crashed right into a concrete wall.

But this to me did not deter

because just then I saw... her.

 

She was laughing... of all the nerve!

Sweet cold revenge was what I'd serve.

Chatting happily with a friend;

this was a scene I would love to end.

I kept to the shadows and watched her a while-

how dare she grin, how dare she smile!

Then her friend said goodbye;

I couldn't wait to see her die.

 

How would I do it? I didn't care

as long as she was made aware

of what she'd done, what she'd ended:

the utter perfection that could never be mended.

She had destroyed what was truly great

and in so doing had sealed her fate.

Then she went into the Ladies room...

a fitting place to meet her doom.

 

I followed her in to no-man's land

it was now or never I'd make a stand.

She chose a stall and locked the door

I tapped my foot loudly on the tiled floor.

I would wait until she was done

then I'd have my deathly fun.

She quickly finished and went to the sink

didn't give me so much as a passing blink.

 

I cleared my throat and her eyes went wide,

her surprise and shock she could not hide.

'It's your fault I'm dead', I said with a scowl,

and waited to hear her scream and howl.

'They tore you to pieces,' she finally said,

'But standing there, you don't look dead.'

'I came back for revenge, to take your life for mine,

until you started that riot, everything was fine!'

 

'You were a tease, a snob, and a bore,

all ego and bluster and nothing more.'

I took three steps and came quite near

and now, at last, I saw her fear.

She backed up against the wall

stepped into a wet spot and started to fall.

She hit her head on the porcelain sink,

tumbled to the floor before she had time to think.

 

Her skull resounded with an audible crack

she lay, limbs askew, upon her back.

The blood by her head began to pool

and from where I stood I could see her drool.

Over her body I couldn't help but lurk;

her last words were, 'Carter, you're still a jerk.'

The glowing man appeared and took my new life away

'Sorry, you failed... and dead you'll stay.'