That last chapter . . . dear God. I feel terrible. I'm taking any suggestions on how to kill Matt. Though I might not kill him until the sequel to this story (the name and summary will be on my profile). So, this is chapter nine and . . . I hope you like it.
I own nothing The Almighty Larson owns it all, except the title and Matt. Those two things belong to i'llbeyourcoat and Gema227.
As Collins once again opened his eyes, he immediately felt slight pressure on his back as well as an unbearable stinging. Tears pushed their way out of his eyes and a small cry of pain escaped from his lips.
"Collins?" Lisa said, her voice giving away the fact that she'd been crying. The pressure Collins felt stopped as Lisa spoke, but the stinging, along with his tears, remained. Through his tear filled eyes, he saw cloths, with his blood on them, piled on top of each other. His tears didn't slow up as the stinging continued and the memory of what just happened to him came flooding back.
"Why. . . why'd he . . .?" Collins couldn't finish his question.
"I don't know. I never thought he would . . . ever . . . I'll kill him." The rage in Lisa's voice was very noticeable. "I swear I'll kill him." Collins felt the pressure on his back again, but only for a brief moment. Lisa then helped him sit up and put on his shirt.
"Where's Susie?" Collins asked, scanning the room.
"Rob came down here to see if you were okay and then took her to the bathroom."
"To see if I was okay?" Collins was in shock. He and Rob had hated each other for as long as both of them could remember.
"Yeah. He's pissed at Matt."
"How the hell can he even work with him?"
"Well . . . Matt's afraid of Rob."
"Why?"
"Cause he has a gun."
"Doesn't Matt have a gun too?"
"Yeah, but he's only confident if the person he has prejudices against is unarmed." Just as Collins was about to say something more, Rob came down the stairs with Susie not far behind, her bear's body in one hand and its head in the other.
"What happened to your bear?" Collins asked, staring at the now beheaded stuffed animal.
"Some mean guy ripped his head off," Susie said sadly. "Freddy can't live without his head, Collins. How do I put it back on?"
"'Freddy?'" Lisa repeated.
"You named him Freddy?" Collins added.
"Yeah, Teddy's too common," Susie explained, trying to stick the head of her beloved bear back on.
"I can put it back on," Lisa said. As if on cue, Rob took a needle and thread out of his pocket. "Um . . . thanks." Lisa went to work and Susie watched her while Rob stared at Collins for a long moment.
"You okay?" he asked, finally.
"Um . . . as of right now, no," Collins replied.
"That bastard. If I'd known he'd had that damn thing, I would've-"
"Don't go blamin' yourself," Collins interrupted.
"I'll kill him," Rob said, glaring in the direction of the stairs.
"Only if I can help," Lisa put in, halfway done with her sewing. As she finished up and gave the bear back to Susie, who hugged it happily, Matt suddenly came down the stairs.
"Speak of the mother-fucking devil," Rob said, glaring at Matt.
"Any reason you've got that look on your face?" Matt asked, feeling a bit frightened.
Oh my God, Collins thought. He's really is afraid of him.
"He's mad at you," Susie told Matt.
"Thanks, I would've never figured that out without your help," Matt replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, Alex wants us to bring these two up to the van. We're heading to Albany so we can get rid of the bodies." Rob calmed himself down a little.
"All eight of 'em?" Rob asked. Collins' eyes widened.
"That's an octuple homicide," Collins said to himself in shock. He wasn't aware that he was talking loud enough for Matt to hear him.
"Mind your own damn business, fag," he said, glaring at him. Without warning, Rob punched him in the face so hard he fell to the ground, his nose bleeding. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?"
"That was for hurtin' my cousin!" Rob said. He took his gun out of his pocket and hit Matt in the jaw with it. "That was for everything racist you've ever said!" He thought for a moment and then kicked Matt in the stomach. "And that was just cause I can't stand your ass!" Matt didn't move. He just remained on the ground in pain. "Get the hell up!" In fear of being hurt again, Matt stood up and practically ran back upstairs. "I hate him."
"Damn," Collins said.
"You can say that again," Lisa told him.
"I think he deserved it," Susie said as Jack and Nick came down the stairs.
"Alright, up stairs," Jack told Susie and Collins, aiming his gun at them. They did as they were told and walked up the stairs quietly. Outside, they were once again put in the van. Lisa was told to ride in the back with them and she didn't complain. The doors were then shut and Collins turned on the flashlight that was still there.
"Where's Albany?" Susie asked as the van started moving.
"Up north," Collins replied.
"Why are they taking us to Albany?"
"I think the better question is, why'd they kill eight people?"
"Alex did all the killing," Lisa said. "He got paid to kill three people, but there were others who got in his way. Four others to be exact."
"What about the other murder?" Collins asked.
"The guy who mauled by Alex's pitbulls was the eighth murder."
"Would he kill . . . us?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. He's got nothing to lose since he's already wanted for an octuple homicide."
"He's gonna kill us?" Susie asked nervously, her voice squeaking.
"Um . . . no . . . at least . . . I don't think he is," Lisa said. Susie crawled over to Collins, who pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her protectively. She soon started crying. "Oh God. I didn't mean to scare her."
"It's not that," Susie said, trying her best to stop her tears.
"Then what's wrong?" Collins asked, wiping some of her tears away.
"I wanna go home! I wish none of this ever happened!" Susie began sobbing into Collins shirt.
"You and me both, Susie." Collins kissed the top of Susie's head. "You and me both."
Will Susie and Collins be the next victims in Alexander's killing spree? Will the bohos get to them in time? You'll have to wait and see! MWHAHA!
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