A-Z+Horror+~+Alexia

Green-Eyed Homicide

"**A**ll skaters, please clear the ice," said the announcer, alerting the skaters that their warm-up was over. **B**itter glances were cast amongst the competitors as they got off the ice—it was Nationals, and they were all there to win.

"**C**aroline, you're on next. **D**on't go too far from here," said the ice captain. **E**very competition has a volunteer ice captain that tells the skaters when to get on and off the ice.

"**F**ine," said Caroline, her nose turned up.


 * G **//ood, now's my chance!// thought Jenna, one of Caroline's competitors.

"**H**ey, Caroline, can I talk to you?" asked Jenna.

"**I** wouldn't talk to you if my life depended on it," Caroline replied, a mixed look of disgust and superiority plastered to her face.

"**J**ust come with me to the locker room - trust me, if it wasn't important I wouldn't be talking to you either," said Jenna. **K**nowing how close she was to giving Caroline what she deserved, Jenna was bubbling with anticipation. **L**osing to Caroline year after year was finally going to stop, for good - as long as she acted quickly.


 * M **aneuvering through the crowd, they finally got to the locker room. " **N **ow, what was SO DESPERATELY URGENT that you needed me five minutes before I skate?" Caroline asked, obviously annoyed.

"**O**h, nothing," Jenna said, locking the locker room door. **P**ositioning herself between Caroline and the door, Jenna took off her skates.

"**Q**uit it, Jenna! **R**ight now I should be on the - WHAT THE H*#@ ARE YOU DOING?!!!!???!!" Caroline squeaked. **S**uddenly, Jenna's blade was pressed against Caroline's throat.

"**T**onight, Caroline darling, you will not be skating. **U**nless you can skate with a slit throat."


 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;">V **<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;">iolently, Jenna slashed her blade across Caroline's neck. **W**hen she was sure Caroline was dead, Jenna went through Caroline's bag and put on Caroline's gold medal from last year's Nationals. E**x**uberantly, Jenna realized that she now had what she always wanted—what Caroline had.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;">"**Y**ou lose, Caroline," said Jenna, placing around her own neck a noose, fastened from the laces of her skate.


 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;">Z **<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;">ealously, Jenna jumped from a locker room bench—her last thought was, //I win.//