Trace turned away, breaking from Janice's hold.
"You win." She said, tossing her hands in frustration. "YOU WIN! Okay? You happy?"
Janice watched her with concern. "I didn't... I never meant..."
"You're right." Trace growled. "I'm imperfect. In fact, I'm far from it. I'm a horrible person, if you could even call me that."
"Trace... I didn't mean to--"
"You didn't mean to what? Shame me for everything I've done and call me a fraud?" She took long, powerful strides at Janice.
Janice cowed back slightly.
"If you thought you were going to change me or something, then you were dead wrong!" Trace pushed Janice down. "I don't care what you think of me! I don't care what the world thinks of me! If I'm a horrible, terrible, evil murderer, then so be it! At least I'm stronger than you'll ever be, with your crazy childish dreams of being this perfect friend and living life by laughing and smiling all the time!"
Her face contorted into a wild glare/grin. "Well guess what, Janice? You failed! I'm not going back, and I'm not going to suddenly become some sweet little angel! I am going to KILL YOU, and I know EXACTLY HOW."
Janice whimpered. She yelped as Trace backhanded her across the face, even though she couldn't feel anything.
"Go ahead and hate me." Trace growled. "Go ahead and hurt me all you want! Throw everything you have at me, little wimp, because none of it is going to save you."
She turned around, her consciousness stirring, and an angry tear of pure hatred rolled down her cheek. "I can take it."