THREEA Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
:) Jack's POV at the beginning.
“Hey; are you doing anything after school?” Tyler asks Maddie in a causal way. The last ear-piercing bell had rung and we were just stopping at my locker. I twist the combo in while Maddie shrugs, “I was thinking of practicing my guitar, but nothing major.”
“You play guitar?” I perk up and slam my locker door shut. She nods and smiles shyly, she looked so adorable.
Whoa, Jack! I shake my head mentally. This is Maddie. Since when was she adorable?
“I play lead,” she replies. “I’ve been playing for years in my room with my sister. She loves playing rhythm.”
“I play bass!” I exclaim.
“And I play drums!” Tyler imitates my shout.
“No, you don’t,” I laugh.
He shakes his head. “I could learn though.”
“You should come over today and bring your guitar. Please?” I beg. Tyler joins in and we plead together on our knees in front of her. She smirks; somehow I got the feeling that she liked the attention we were giving her. “All right. And stop doing that; you two look weird.”
“YES!” Tyler starts jumping up and down; he knew I had a small drum set in my room that was originally his, but he never played it so he gave it to me. I guess I’m giving it back now.
“We’ll see you in half an hour?” I ask.
“Yes,” she nods and with a quick goodbye she turns around and met up with her sister who stood there with a ticked-off expression, her mouth set in a tight line. Standing next to each other, they completely looked alike. Nothing was different between the two. They start a quiet conversation and then hurry off toward the opposite end of school grounds. Mary-Lynn was tense, she kept cracking her knuckles. Maddie I could see was trying to cease whatever Mary-Lynn had on her mind.
“C’mon man,” Tyler grabs my arm and pulls me toward his car. “I want to be at your house before Maddie. I’ll follow you.”
We get into our own cars and ten minutes later we’re at my house. We say a quick hello to my mother and then run upstairs. Tyler starts drumming away as I tune my guitar to my liking. Now we were killing time waiting for Maddie. My cell phone buzzes loudly in my pocket and I answer it, throwing a drumstick over at Tyler to make him stop the noise, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Maddie. I can’t come over. My sister’s having a little bit of drama at the moment and I’m the only one she trusts. Maybe next time, I promise.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow.”
She hangs up and I receive a steady dial tone. I snap my phone shut. “She cancelled. Her sister has problems to take care of.”
Tyler throws his drumstick back at me, “Fine. But I’m too lazy so I’m staying the night. PARTY!”
“No parties, Tyler!” called my mom from downstairs.
“DAMN! I mean DARN!”
Alana stirs. Her brunette hair flops against her skull and her clothes were bloodstained. She mumbles something, probably to scream for help, but the duct tape stops her from making a sound. She also struggles against the cords that bound her to the wooden chair. I laugh at her pathetic tugging.
“You’re not going anywhere, honey.” I whisper. Her head snaps up and her eyes lock with mine. I can feel the fire in my eyes as I grin at the way she still bled through slashes I made five minutes ago. In two seconds flat I rip the tape off her mouth and she screams from white-hot pain.
“You!” she snarls. “I should’ve known!”
“Yes,” I say with amusement, “And yet you think you’re going to get help? Nu-uh. I saw you pushing around my friend. Those who bring her down must be taken out.” I hold up my bloodstained knife. “Here; do you want to feel it?” I hand it out to her as if I was going to give her my toy. I stoke it against her shirt and create a thin line of torn cloth.
“Untie me! Now!” Alana barks. With a smack my hand shot across her face.
“I don’t personally care if you want to be untied or not,” I hiss. I hated it when people don’t listen. That was why I had to teach them a lesson. “I do know that you won’t care in a minute.” I smile slowly as I raise the knife. “Now tell me. How would you like to die?”
She spits in my direction but misses about a foot. “Go to hell.”
“I’m working on it.” I smile and cut her arm from her shoulder blade into the crease of her elbow down to her wrist. Bright red blood starts gushing out and Alana howls. Her wide eyes finally register that I wasn’t joking. It was about time she realized that it wasn’t a game to me.
“No, please; don’t hurt me. I’ll give you whatever you want!” she begs. I grin coldly. “It’s too late.” In one swift movement I open gashes on both her legs. Amazingly Alana starts crying softly. “Please! I swear I’ll do anything you want!”
“Okay then,” I swipe downward this time. One stab was all it took. I aimed right for the ribs. Alana tries to scream but chokes on her own blood spilling out of her mouth. Her eyes stared straight at me and I knew she was having a hard time seeing me. I was but a figment of her weak imagination now.
“You said anything,” I whisper and I know she hears me before her body convulses and her eyes roll up. Something backs up in the shadows and I hear quickened footsteps. In a flash I run down the darkened school hallway and saw a young man sprinting for the exit. His muscles stood out everywhere but I knew it had to be from steroids. His size did not matter to me. To me he was a weakling who witnessed the deed I had performed. He could not set foot outside the school. Adrenaline again bursts through my nervous system and I push myself to run faster. My barefoot feet barely made a sound. When Steroids peers behind him he trips over his own two feet, puzzled and petrified that I had caught up to him so quickly.
“Where are you going?” I laugh darkly and raise my knife once again. It takes only one downward thrust right in the heart. He dies immediately. I smile as I hear that familiar drip drip drip that came off my toy.
I place it back in its scabbard. I had to go home and wash off all the blood. The first body, I’m sure, had to have been found right about now. No one could find out that it was me, at least not yet.
I leave their bodies where they lay and I start walking home. Once I got home the first thing I did was take a shower before my father saw me. The dark clothes were splattered with blood. When I finished I threw the clothes in the hamper; if anyone asked I could easily say that it was red paint. After all, I was painting my room.
“Mary-Lynn?” I hear my sister ask. Quickly I change into a bathrobe and opened the door. “Hey,” I smile.
“You’ve been in there for an hour; what the hell were you doing?” she grins after a minute and my heart flutters lightly inside my chest.
“I was showering.” I explain like it was the obvious thing to do. “I had to take care of…business.”
“Ah,” she nods. “Well, move. I need a shower.” She pushes me aside jokingly and slams the door. I sigh quietly and slink off to my room. Not yet, I had to wait. She will see sense. I could make her; I had to make her. I lock my knife in my toy chest again and I make myself comfortable on my bed while turning on the news.
“…a young teenager named Chelsea Barnes was found murdered today at eleven AM in the woods nearby the movie theater in Bowman. Witnesses have said to local police that they saw Miss Matthews walking out of the movies with her boyfriend, Charlie Davis, who has been taken in for questioning. The victim is believed to have been murdered by a six-inch kitchen knife across the throat. If anyone has any information on the murder of Chelsea Matthews please contact police right away.” The newscaster reports directly toward the camera with a stunned expression. Either it was from the killing or he was just bored with reporting it.
I laugh softly. “You guys don’t have leads now, do you?” I smile and pick up a paintbrush and dripped it into red paint. Slowly I worked painting on the walls of my room.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 4, 2012
Last Updated on May 7, 2012
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