Mr. McCollough used props in most of his lectures.  Kingston sat in front of Reagan, who possessed an expression of interest to what the educator lectured about.  The student next to Kingston turned a page in his text book.   Mr. McCollough pointed at an object on his poster board, then exchanged it with a different one.  Kingston folded his arms while becoming more comfortable in his chair, when he caught sight of blood flowing on the floor next to him.  He followed the fluid's trail with his eyes to where it dripped on the floor.  He then looked up; Reagan's body drew blood.  It trickled like a forgotten facet from her mandible; her face as white as snow.  Kingston stood while looking at the educator; Reagan sat motionless and pain free.
'You look lost.  Do you understand?'  Mr. McCollough asked.
            Kingston looked at Reagan; she looked normal, as she looked to him without moving her head.  She looked to Mr. McCollough.
'No, I understand.  I need to go to the restroom.'
            He made his way out of the class room.  On the other side of the door became the school's theatre.  The classroom became the hallway.  He made his way to the stage where his girlfriend stood.
            'You haven't noticed,' Asia told him.  
            'Noticed what?'
            'You haven't been yourself lately.'
            'What do you mean?  Who else am I gonna be?'
            The final bell for the day rang.
            'I miss you,' he heard her say.
            Kingston hurried down the stairs, then slammed the exit door open.  On the other side became a body armored retail shop.  'Perfect. This is perfect,' an old man delightfully expressed, reaching him then placing a hand on a shoulder.  He rapturously said, while directing him over, 'come my way, my boy.  Three things.  This, is the back of the store.  Through that door, the front of the store.  And three, your inventory.'  He pulled back on this huge, heavy, thick, black tarp that acted like a shower curtain.  A few human bodies hung on chains in various, random configurations.  'I'll get you all set up.  Don't worry about a thing.'  He pulled a body up with a pulley.  'First.'  He slid the body to a shower.  It took a few seconds for him to bend down to pick up a machete.  'You drain the body's fluid.  One quick whack of each lower limb.  Of course, if you like to take your time.'  He took off one lower limb, wiped his forehead with a handkerchief that he kept in a front shirt pocket then returned it.  He then took off the other and convincingly said,'you'll know when it's done.  Clean it off, spray it down with perfume, too much is enough.  Wrap it with a blanket, they're in those boxes over there.  And then, place it in its beautiful casing.'  He then said, after he gave the body of armor a pat on the back, 'lower it into the suit and cap it off with a helmet.  All there is to do then, is polish your work and price it.'
'I have a question,' Kingston began to wonder.
            'Sure.'
            'How do you kill them?'
            'Knock it out with this here and hurry it to the shower.'  He handed the young man a cudgel that he grabbed from a nearby table.
            'I've never tied a noose before, so.'
            'Here, I'll show ya,' he said, then bent down to pick up a rope.
Kingston swung it back over his head to knock the old man in the occipital region of his skull.
            'The noose.'