"God, what a fucking stupid thing to say," Molotov sighs, rolling her eye as she drops the rock on Venus's head, crushing her skull with a gut-churning crunch and a slight spray of blood over the ground and Molotov's boots.

Raking one hand through her hair, she goes and takes a seat on a rock at the lake's edge, peering out over the water. She'd kill for a cigarette right now.

Well. Kill again.