Discipulcide

"Excellent work! Just spectacular!"

Kristen Boyle's exclamation was in regards to her pupil, Tracey Goodman, who had been under Kristen's tutelage for over a week. Tracey had dreams of becoming an author; she had her first book halfway done, but that was the point where writer's block set in. She learned about Kristen via an online ad, which Tracey answered immediately, as she couldn't pass up the chance of being taught by a famous author.

"Thanks so much, Ms. Boyle!" said Tracey, "I couldn't have finished this without you!"

"I told you, call me Kristen," said Kristen. "And you are quite the humble one. This was all you, you deserve a lot of credit." As Kristen delivered the praised, she also delivered a glass of champagne for each of them, as a celebratory toast. As both of them drank their glasses, Tracey noticed Kristen's glance towards her.

"What's wrong?" asked Tracey.

"Nothing," said Kristen. "Just waiting."

"Waiting for...what?" Tracey said as she suddenly became disoriented.

"Waiting for that," Kristen smirked as she picked up Tracey's written book, all while looking down at Tracey as she slowly succumbed to Kristen's act of discipulcide. "Oh come on, Tracey. I didn't use that much digitalis in your drink, did I? I used more than that on my past students and they put up just a bit more of a fight before I took their work. As I said, you deserve a lot of credit. Thanks to you, I have another best seller!"