ONEA Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
Lovely senior Jack here is our main charactor. Enjoy~
“Man, she is smokin hot,” my best friend Tyler grins at the new girl in our school. She wore ripped-up leggings and a small black skirt over her skinny legs. Her leather boots clomped their way to her locker, and her silky blonde hair swished over her elbows. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes. The bright red off-shoulder shirt made her stand out even more. I found myself gazing at her. “If I wasn’t gay, I’d jump on her.” He punches my shoulder to get my attention, “Who is she; do you know?”
“Now, why would I know that?” I shove him away.
“Because that new girl moved into your neighborhood. Duh,” Tyler slams his locker door shut. “Dude, I would totally be her friend. Go talk to her so she’ll sit with us at lunch.”
I sigh and brush my hand through my dark hair, “Is there any way I can talk you out of this?”
“No,” he said stubbornly. I growl under my breath and walk into Geography class. Amazingly this blonde chick steals Chelsea’s seat, the prissiest and most annoying girl I’ve ever met. The girl didn’t seem fazed when the devil struts up to her and places her hands on her hips, pouting and glaring at her. I on the other hand expected a bomb to blow up in our faces.
“Can I help you?” the girl seems bored.
“That my seat w***e, now MOVE.” Chelsea flips her bleached hair over her shoulder. By now the entire class was silent and was staring at the two girls.
“Why should I when there’s a perfectly good seat right next to me?” the girl’s voice was low in tone; it was surprisingly sexy.
“I said MOVE!” Chelsea stomps her foot in a childlike manner, her bleached light hair swaying perfectly to her every movement. “Ryan, she won’t move!” she whines to her boyfriend of the week. He stands up, flexing his many muscles that he got from weight training in a threatening manner.
The new girl takes off her shades slowly and Ryan looks dazzled. I shake my head and Chelsea’s eyes flash to me. I felt sick, not the I’m-going-to-vomit but the Chelsea’s-got-her-eye-on-me kind. I’ve never liked her and she didn’t seem to get it.
“Alright students, please take your seats. Class is starting; Peter, stop kissing Missy,” Mr. Harrison sets his briefcase on his desk without looking up. The two off in the corner ignore the teacher. “I need to introduce a new student. Miss Emmit?”
The new girl stands up obediently, “Yes, sir.” She passes Chelsea slightly clipping her with her shoulder. “See? All you had to do was ask nicely, b****,” she murmurs loud enough for us to hear, but not the teacher.
“My name is Madigan but I’d rather you call me Maddie,” she turns and faces us. I swallow a gasp; her eye color was a pale purple. I could tell it was real; her eyes had a little unknown spark in them. That’s unnatural. “I just came here from Florida.” She walks back and sits in Chelsea’s desk again and smiles. I swear I heard the player of our school, Jason, chuckle quietly.
“Take a seat Miss Barnes; I haven’t got all day.” Mr. H glares up from his glasses. With a huff, Chelsea stalks over to the other side of class and sits down. She mouths to me, ‘Hi, honey’ with a small smile. I roll my eyes and pay attention to the book like I couldn’t stop reading about World War II. Class continued quickly even though I was bothered constantly by Chelsea texting me about how she was going to mess up Maddie’s face and blah, blah, blah. Finally I shut my cell off and waited for the day to be over.
Yes, Maddie sat with us at lunch. Tyler had convinced her and it seemed that we were bound to be friends. She started talking to us and he responded eagerly back. I couldn’t help but get a weird feeling when I saw her. No, not the ‘love-at-first-sight’ crap. It freaked me out; the vibe I was getting was not good at all.
I ran my finger over my toy box. How lovely that Mother didn’t know what I had in here and what I did for a pastime. It was always locked and I was the only one that had the silver key. I slide it in and open it. All of my knives gleamed up at me in the darkened light. I smiled beautifully and stroke each one with a finger. Now, which knife will I use tonight?
I take the first one that caught my eye and pulled it into its small scabbard. I stick it in my right boot. My clothing matched my feelings; I was in all dark-black, like the night. Standing up, I skillfully climb out of my window and shimmy down the oak tree right outside. I land softly on the lawn and start jogging lazily toward the arcade around the block; I heard a certain someone had a date tonight.
My mind was made up. She had to die tonight. Plain and simple. She was one of those people who had to go. I didn’t want to see her at school again tomorrow; but I did want to see her expression when she realizes that she wouldn’t be able to leave to sleep in her own comfortable bed tonight. Or maybe she would. Forever.
Ah, speak of the devil and the devil shall appear…arm in arm with a man who gazed at her affectingly. I feel a twinge of guilt for the man who thought he was in love with this girl, but as I promised myself before, my mind was made up. I went out tonight; so I shall fulfill it. The two start sucking face as I tried my best not to flip out and kill her now. Finally the two bids each other goodnight and the blonde walked toward me, toward her car. It was dark around in the back; I couldn’t believe the dumb luck I had. Adrenaline spikes through my nervous system and I crouch as Chelsea rounds the corner, ransacking through her purse for her keys.
I strike, wrapping my arm around her and pulled her back into the darkness. She tries to scream and I clamp my hand over her mouth, ceasing her cries for help. I whisper in her ear, “Go ahead and scream all you like. I enjoy it very much. Yes; you remember me, don’t you? No matter, soon you won’t remember a thing.”
“You-!” she gasps harshly, her eyes swollen with fear and anger. But panic was clearly the emotion she was displaying. I laugh darkly and pull out my knife and slide it gently over her face. Warm blood trickles out of the thin line, but I knew I put enough pressure to make it feel like a b**ch.
“Goodnight, s**t.” I whisper as I drag the knife hard into her pretty little throat. She gurgles, dark blood spilling out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head as I dropped her. The blood- her blood- had sprayed on my face, my clothes and my hands. I pull the knife back out and lower it to my side as I saw her take some shallow breaths, and then no more. The steady drip, drip, drip of blood from my knife added to the puddle at my feet. It thrilled me and I grin hugely. Glancing at my watch, I find out that I had just enough time to take a quick shower and relax on my couch to watch Jaws. That movie never got old.
I turn my back and start walking.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 3, 2012
Last Updated on May 3, 2012
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