Chapter 12

Okay. This chapter's kinda confusing. Some of it is gonna be events that happened earlier, I'm just putting it in their pov. But, it's not recent. Thing's that you haven't heard of, isn't part of it. Alright! Sorry, I've been gone so long by the way. I've just been really busy, and I've had writers block. But, I love you guy's for reading. On with it!

Duncan's P.O.V

Who would wanna kill her? Sure, she was a bitch, but I mean she had her moments. I just don't understand how someone would wanna kill her. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the incident. I didn't care much, we weren't anything anymore. As we were walking to my apartment, she slipped her hand in mine. Now usually I wasn't for this kind of thing.. but I loved her, so it made it all worth while. Yeah, I know, it sounds all 'gushy' and what not.

"Court..." I said, worry in my voice that I hope she wouldn't catch.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Why would you assume something's wrong? Hmm?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"You never call me 'Court' or 'Courtney' if something wasn't.. It's always Princess," She scoffed.

"Well.. You remember Roxy?" I asked her, flinching.

"Ugh, how could I forget.. I hate her," She made a disgusted face, her nose wrinkled which made her freckles dance across her face, I always found it cute. "What about her?"

"She's.. Dead," It sounded weird coming out and actually saying it.

"Huh?" She questioned, looking curious.

"I just found out yesterday." I told her, "One of my buds told me,"

"What happened to her?" She asked.

"Some idiot came up behind her and slit her throat." I scoffed, "Lowlife," I muttered to myself.

"Oh.. I.. dunno what to say to that. Do you care?" She asked me, raising one eyebrow.

"Of course I care, well, not about her, but yeah, I care that she was sliced." I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. You don't have to act all macho and say you don't care when you really do. Duncan, it's okay." She gave me a sly smile.

"I've gotta go identify her later." I said, monotone.

"Want me to come with you?" She asked, when we reached my door.

"No, I think I should go alone, considering you barely knew her." I said, carefully, trying not to offend her.

"Oh.. okay, I understand." She said, sounding worried.

"Babe! Everything'll be 'ight, I'll just go there and come back as quickly as possible." I tried to soothe her.

"Well, if you say so, then I believe you," This didn't sound like the Courtney that I used to know. Besides no one ever believed me. I gave her 'the look', and she just looked at me innocently. I couldn't resist the urge to grin. I grabbed her and kissed the top of her head, she instantly relaxed. I loved how I had that effect on her.

Jarad's P.O.V.

How the hell was I gonna tell Justin I ain't gay? He's so in love with me, it's creepy as hell. He'd probably kill me if I told him.. but I can't keep on pretending to be his, 'lover'. I winced at the thought. Whatever. Just focus on the task that he gave you. I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and read directions. "Roxy Coleman, ex lover. Reason: she's a tramp with diseases. Description: Black with red streaks, slender, eyebrow piercing, nose piercings, to make it short, a lot of piercings; punk-ish.

Wow.. that's explains so much. Jeez! That could be anyone! I rolled my eyes, folded the paper back up and put it back in my pocket. I grabbed my keys, along with my knife. Then headed out to find this stranger.

After about an hour, I was getting ready to give up. Because I was realizing that these directions sucked ass. I'd tried everywhere, half a dozen girls looked like that. I was pulling up to a red light, when I seen a girl, about my height, skinny as hell, looked like she had no meat on her whatsoever. Of course, she had black hair with the red streaks; her facial features were nice. She was a nice lookin' girl. Too bad. Wait! How do I even know that's her? I parked across the street, it was night out, and a little hard to see. She just stopped and just stood there, texting. She looked like she was waiting for someone. I jumped out my car, just in case, I grabbed my knife and slid it into the coat pocket. I hid behind what I could, so that she wouldn't see me. I finally made it across the other side without her seeing me. I accidentally stepped on a stick, and it snapped in half. She gasped and turned, but she didn't see me, thank God. She shook her head, and was looking around for what I thought was someone. I crept up on her, taking careful steps. This had to be her. I don't know how.. but it just was. I walked up beside there, and just stood there. She looked at me funny, I smiled. She just made a disgusted face. I casually but by hand in my pocket and began to whistle. She ignored me, and kept looking down the street for someone. I sidestepped, and grabbed her face with some cloth out of my other pocket. She struggled quite a bit, but I was stronger, I took the knife with my left hand and sliced her throat. In that moment, she slowed her struggling, and fell to the ground. I looked around, didn't look like there were any witnesses, I ran back to my car and drove off.

Justin's P.O.V.

I opened the door to the back room where I was holding a hostage. Before I could let her see me, I put on my mask and a voice monator that made your voice deeper. I stepped in the room to find her sleeping, the ropes on her ankles and wrists still attached.

"Wake up, Blondie!" I yelled in her ear.

She immediately opened her eyes, and squinted at the brightness. "Get up," I told her. She struggled to sit up.

"I have a name!" She yelled back.

"You aren't the one who'll yell here. I will when I choose. You do not talk unless spoken too. Are we clear, Bridgette?" I asked, in a low calm voice.

"Huh? H-how do you k-know my n-name?" She stammered.

"Oh, I know more then you think about you," I smiled.

"Who are you!" She hollered, but yelped when I hit her across the face.

"Oh, Bee, don't ask dumb question's that you'll never know the answer too." I cocked my head to the side like I did the night I kidnapped her. "Now.. I'm going to need participation with this part, got it?" I asked, though she better answer.

"U-uh.." Is all she could say. I hit her again, same place, leaving a sting I bet.

"Answer me! Say yes!" I demanded.

"Y-yess.." she said weakly, I smiled in approval.

"Where are the whereabouts of your little friend Courtney?" I simply asked the blond surfer.

"I.. won't tell you," She denied me. And, I for one, will not be denied. I stood up, cracking my knuckles, and kicked her in the stomach as hard as I could. She cried out in pain at the red mark that I'd just formed. I bent down, "Now.. are you going to tell me? Or.. am I going to have to kill you?" I asked, politely.

"I will not sell out my friend, you creep!" She groaned while clutching her stomach, she should have known it was gonna hurt to yell.

"Awwh, Bee, I like that about you. I really do, your so loyal." I ran my fingers across her forehead, down to her lips. "Unfortunately.. that's not the answer I want. Goodbye." I stood up.

"No! Please don't! I'll do anything.. else! Please! Have a heart!" Ahh, that was sound I liked to hear. Sounded like something she'd say.

"I'll give you one last chance. Where. Is. Courtney?" I asked, getting instantly annoyed.

"…" She said nothing. And that's all I needed. I just nodded. While she cried out for help, and moaned and groaned. I took a step out of the door, picked up the gun, and aimed for her heart. She got wide-eyed and gasped. And that was the last sound that she would ever make.