BLOODBATH 

Cruella clenched her fist as she watched the students crying while dropping flowers on the alter made in memory of Swayer. She couldn't even imagine how her mother would feel and she felt too guilty to pay them a visit. She also feared for their safety at this point, she didn't want to go to them and end up killing them like she had killed Gerald.

She still felt guilty over his death. Even though it wasn't her fault but she felt she had taken away someone's father or brother or friend. She knew nothing about him though but he must have had a family.

“She was such a good influence in this school. I'm really going to miss her.” Maeve said before placing her flower on the table and covering her face to make it seem like she was crying.

Cruella felt her blood boil and she wanted to go over there and rip Maeve's spine out of her body but she had to wait for the perfect time.

She didn't want them to see her yet and so she had to control her anger, just for a little while.

Soon, the place