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Rage courses through me, making my blood pound in my veins and a ringing sound in my ears. The officer standing in front of me shifts uncomfortably under my glare.
He at least has the decency to keep his eyes down ashamedly as my mother clutches onto my arm, weeping.
"So that's it? You're just going to give up?" I ask, my voice hard.
"I'm sorry Mr. Martinez, but it's been six months with no trace of your father. We have not choice but to presume him dead."
I turn into my mom to hug her closer as she starts to shake. "What about Killer Ride, you going to stop looking for her too?"
He still refuses to meet my eyes. "There haven't been any more leads in months, the police are stumped. It's just crazy that no one seems to be able to remember anything about Killer Ride, it's not natural."
"So you're giving up." I say dryly.
"No, of course not-"
"It doesn't matter, you may leave now."
"Mr.-"
"Thank you officer, but you are no longer welcome here."
He hesitates, and then dips his head respectively. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more."
"You mean wont." He opens his mouth to argue, but I send the door shut, slamming against its frame.
I turn back to look over the room, all my friends gathered around the living room looking at anything but each other with sad expressions.
Max had risen from her seat on the couch to lay her hand on my mother's shoulder for comfort, but she turned into Max to cry on her shoulder instead.
Max's face is twisted with guilt again, mixed with sadness and regret. Then she looks up to meet my angry eyes and she flinches, I've never seen her flinch from anyone before, like my hate is directed at her. But it's not; it's directed toward the police and Killer Ride.
"Fang I-..." She hesitates. "I have to tell you something."
My eyes soften at her vulnerable look and nod, taking my mother's arm and lead her to have a seat with Nudge, where she comforts her.
Then I take Max's hand with little thought and lead her to another room.
"What is it?"
She looks me in the eye then with such regret that it makes my heart speed up. "Fang, I'm so sorry. I-"
I lay my hands on her shoulders to stop her words right there. "It's not your fault Max, you have nothing to feel guilty about. This is all Killer Ride's doing."
"Yeah, but I-"
"-And when I figure out who she is, I'm goanna kill her like she did all those other people."
Max stiffens under my hand and her eyes go blank before hardening. "What?"
"Killer Ride has caused my family so much pain. When I find her, I'm going to kill her. She wont ever hurt anyone again."
She smiles, though it's not a happy smile but something cruel. "I hope you do. Just don't let her kill you first."
That smile of hers sends a cold chill straight down my spine like lightning. I suddenly feel like I had just make a huge mistake in some way, and guilt crawls through me, though I don't know what I have to feel guilty about.
Maybe wanting to put a bullet through someone? I don't know why I would feel guilty about that; she killed my father... Or maybe it was making Max look like that, like she can't wait for Killer Ride's death. She shouldn't think like that, this is my problem, not hers. She doesn't need to have the thoughts of a killer.
"I'm sorry." I say. "You shouldn't have to think about that."
"No worries." She replies in a cheeriness that would make almost anyone believe. "You and me together, right? Hunting down a killer."
"No, you're going to have no part in this."
"Oh I can assure you, that if you're going to kill Killer Ride, I'll be right there with you."
Sighing, I run a hand frustratedly through my hair. "I don't want you a part of this, I didn't even mean to tell you that part."
"Well." She says. "I'm glad you did. And I'm more of a part of this than you think. If you're going to kill her, I'll be there."
Before I can argue, she walks back into the other room to continue to comfort my mother who has calmed down some.
Today was a mess.
Ignoring them, I walk up the stairs to my room, slamming my door loudly and sucking in a deep breath.
"Damn it!" I curse fisting my hands in my hair.
I scramble over to my bed and drop to my knees, ignore the dust that tickles my nose. My arm reaches under the mattress and pulls out multiple papers.
Don't forget the flowers for my grave. :3
The note stares at me.
Don't go looking.
it says.
It will only get you killed.
He seems so sure that I have no chance against his killer. He knew her too. Just what had he done to deserve what he got?
"What did you do, Dad?" I ask the empty room. "Where did you know her from?"
Sorry this chapter was so short, we're coming closer to the end. At least three more chapters.
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-feather flyer