"Fuck, I didn't mean to do that!"

Carson stood over Siel who laid holding her intestines that had spilled out of her torso. Her bottom half was a few feet away from her, twitching from its dismemberment. She looked up at him, chuckling. She held her hand out, caressing his tearful face as her vision darkened.

"Come on!" he urged, "Siel you always survive. H-hold on just a little bit. I'm calling Ron."

She sighed, annoyed with his unsightly expression. She was fine dying like this.

Siel and Carson are members of a corporation known as "The Devil's Society". They are both among the world's top killers and the FBI's most wanted. However, the world nor anyone could catch them. Only their fellow members had the skills to kill them. This kept fatalities low and, unfortunately, boredom high. That's how the sparring started.

One of their senior members—Drexle— decided a game would keep everyone on their toes. Since no one else in the world besides them could kill each other, sparring with their respective skills would keep everyone entertained and trained. They took out buildings, people, and cities. Their main targets being each other, whatever happened around them wasn't their concern. That is why Siel laid dying. Carson is an assassin skilled in bombs. He's known around the world as the "Master Bomber". While sparring he set off bombs across the little town they chose to spar in. Siel, being an expert at disguise and weaponry normally defeats him. But when a bomb sent a piece of debris flying up at a nearby helicopter, its blades came flying straight at her.

"To think I'd die like this…" she managed to blurt out, "I wanted to go out in a much better blaze of glory. How fucked."

"Hold on Siel." Carson said looking for anything to reattach her with, "I'll find something! Someth-"

He turned to grab her bottom half, and a stray rock took his head off. His body fell with his head rolling near Siel. She sighed turning her attention to the now smoky sky. She no longer felt any sensations so the pain didn't bother her. It was her life flashing before her eyes that did. It was full of tragedy, bloodshed, and violence. She adored it. She wished she had more time to have, what she saw as, fun.

She closed her eyes, and with her last breath wished she could do it all again.

*****

"Siel!" her mother said pulling her bead sheets off of her, "Get up! You not feeling good isn't a reason to be lazy! Move around!"

Siel looked up at her confused. She looked down at her toffee toned skin, rubbing it in surprise; Soft as a baby's. She pushed past her mother, running to her mirror. She had long, black tresses stretching mid back and her face looked ten years younger. Her bright hazel eyes were clear and cute; a far cry from the alluring look she was used to. She trembled, unable to understand what was going on.

"Look." her mother continued, "I don't want to have to wake you up as much as you don't want to get up. But you're ten now and need to go to school."

Siel flinched at her words. What she feared was correct. She was ten years in the past. At ten she was in elementary school. And her mother was still alive.

Aside from her mother's current worried disposition, she was a bitch in Siel's eyes. She had taken out multiple life insurance policies on their family. Slowly but surely she lowered their six member family to two in four years. Her greed caused her to make a try for Siel's life. Unfortunately for her, Siel had inherited her taste for blood and bludgeoned her to death the day before her planned attack.

"I'll head out in a moment." Siel yawned, "I can get ready on my own so you don't need to stay here."

Scoffing, her mother stomped out. Siel watched her leave, running to lock the door and putting a chair in front of it. She threw herself on her bead and screamed. At ten years old she was nowhere near the level of the skilled expert trapped in her head.

"Son of a bitch!" she screamed, "I can't pull off the same things as before. This is so annoying."

She jumped from her bed, running over to her closet. Her mother loved to keep up a wealthy appearance, so growing up Siel had only the top name brand attire. Her favorite? Moschino. She pulled out her favorite red foulard dress with a Victorian style bear pattern. She pulled out her matching red heels with brown pom poms on the front, and tied her hair up with a box matching the dress' pattern. She grabbed her studded bear earrings, a red clutch, and hurried out.

She wasn't planning on going to school, she wanted to find out how she had made it back ten years in the past. The best way would be for her to check around for anything weird in town. Walking outside, she couldn't help but reminisce. Across the street stood the little pink house she remembered that belonged to the neighborhood candy lady, Misha. She was a short, Hispanic woman that always seemed to be mad about something. Everyone on the block hated her but a chocolate bar for five cents couldn't be beat. She looked over at Siel, glaring at her as she walked by.

Siel's family house was the biggest on the block. It was a white, traditional style mansion with nine rooms, six bathrooms, a game room, home theatre, basement, and a custom pool provoked envious glares. Misha could never dream of a house like that. Because of that, Siel's mother would kill her three weeks later when she tried to break in and rob them. Siel had helped her bury the body under the new patio they'd have built.

Siel continued on her way passing the busy townsfolk she recognized. She knew exactly how they'd all die. The local dentist—Mr. Fiffer— would overdose on LSD in three years. A popular lawyer—Maria Hernandez— would die after she couldn't get a pedophile group leader off a murder charge. They had her drugged and chopped her up…while alive. The pastor at the town's church—Pastor Willard— is killed by his wife during a sermon when she found a video of him tongue deep in sister Melissa. One by one, she recalled how they all died.

"This is an emergency broadcast." a news reporter boomed in the window of a shop she was passing by, "Several bombs have gone off across California this morning as investigators and first responders scramble to handle the attacks. It's believed to be a terroristic attack as…"

Siel dropped her clutch, slamming her face against the glass. She squealed in joy. She knew that bomb pattern. Only one person in her life was as coordinated and illusive. Only one person enjoyed the carnage and panic that'd come from setting off those bombs. He hadn't been active before at this age in the past, but if he woke up like her, then she knew he did it. The "Master Bomber" himself must've also come back in time. She turned back around, heading home.

She knew she had to find Carson.