Lady Murder

Chapter 12: Starting to Make Sense

Geoff and Bridgette sat at the dinner table that night, both of them avoiding eye contact. Geoff had been a bit broken since he had seen the body.

Bridgette picked at her food and finally spoke up. "She's picking us off." She sighed in a shaky breathe, trying to compose herself, but then she felt tears in her eyes. "She's coming to killed everyone who ever had anything to do with that damn show!"

Geoff was quiet, and for the first time, he looked Bridgette in the eye. "I know."

Bridgette bit her lip, staring at him. "We have to get some kind of protection." She rubbed her fingers together.

"What are you implying?"

Bridgette closed her eyes slowly. "I think we should buy a gun."

Geoff's eyes went wide. "I'd never touch a gun." His voice went low, almost sad. "You know I would never even touch one."

Bridgette then stood up, her eyes wide, her voice loud. "Well then what are we gonna do, Geoff?" She pointed a shaky finger at him. "I don't want to shoot anybody either, but if they try to lay a hand on you…" She sat down, whispering, "I'm gonna kill her. The first time I see her, I'm going to kill her."

Geoff tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away. "I'm going to kill her."

The next day, Bridgette met up with Amira. "Hey," Amira said as they stepped out of the house to Bridgette's car. "It's good that you want to get some protection. But try to be easy on Geoff. He says it's like something has changed in you."

Bridgette didn't answer her, just kept speed walking to the car. Amira sighed but followed her.

As they rode toward the local smoke shop, Amira tried to start conversation. "I watched some of the old episodes, you know, from TDI." Bridgette stayed quiet, her eyes focused on the road, so Amira took that as a sign to continue talking. "And, um, I went to go visit Duncan."

Bridgette's heart stopped. "What?"

Amira put up her hands in defense. "Whoa, hold your horses, man." She chewed her lip. "It's not like I was able to see him anyways."

Bridgette looked over to her in surprise. "Why not? You're on the guest list." Bridgette and Geoff had gone to see Duncan when he had first gotten in the coma. Amira's name was on their list of guest- it made no sense that she couldn't see him.

Amira shrugged. "He's been moved to a different hospital apparently. When I asked which one, they said that they information was with held."

Bridgette gripped the steering wheel, a deeply sad look spreading across her face. "Courtney is so hurt. She's so hurt, and I don't know what…" She trailed off, her mind wondering elsewhere.

Amira decided to say it. She was going to have to address it anyway. "I really thought Courtney was Lady Murder."

Bridgette's eyes went soft, and she nodded. "I did too, but I shouldn't have. Courtney is my friend. One of my best friends, and she'd never do that to me."

Amira looked at Bridgette. "You mean, she'd never do that to those people, right?" Amira pressed the subject more. "Those innocent people?"

Bridgette nodded her head again, but she looked distant. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant." They drove the rest of the way there in silence.

They drove up to the store and then saw that all the lights were out inside the store. Bridgette looked puzzled. "That's weird, their usually open at this time of day." Both of them walked up to the store and peered inside, and although it was too dark too see throw the thick window, they saw the sign on the door that said 'We're Open' in big, swooping letters.

Bridgette and Amira entered the store and near the back. "Hello?" Bridgette said. There was no answer.

They then entered the door to the back of the store, where the guns were held, and saw something that made them jump.

There was shattered glass all over the floor, many of the drugstores contents strewn across the back of the store, and there were a bunch of different guns missing from their usual places. Other than the fact that the place had been ransacked, everything looked safe until they neared the counter.

"Oh my god." Amira said, covering her mouth and feeling sick all over. The man who usually tended to the counter had been stabbed, over and over, his face torn up and ripped so that you couldn't even tell what he looked like, through all the blood and gruesome horror. His leg was detached from his body, but nowhere in sight. They looked around the room, and Bridgette screamed.

Hanging from the ceiling fan was the man's leg, torn and bloody. A small piece of paper was attached to the bottom of his shoe.

Although Bridgette was about to faint, Amira found her composure and took the paper off the mans shoe. She looked at it grimly and read aloud:

"Aww, yes, I've killed him; HIP-HIP, HOORAY!

Some of you are trying to test these games I play.

You can be Sherlock Holmes as much as you can.

But once you figure it all out, you're part of the plan.

Your Loving Princess,

Lady Murder"

Amira shook her head, and her and Bridgette ran out from the store, terrified and hurt, running to the pay phone outside to call the police. As Bridgette talked to the dispatcher, she heard a distinct bell ring, and both of them looked back to the old drug store.

Attached to the top of the door was a bell that was ringing, meaning it had recently been opened. Bridgette's eyes widened.

She was still here!

Lady Murder was just here!

She looked around, but there was no one around. She dropped the phone. She ran and ran around the parking lot, shouting, "Show yourself!" through chocked sobs. She screamed, and then shouted, "Who are you!" She cried more, and Amira finished talking with the dispatcher.

Bridgette ran back up to the store, shaking with the sadness of her sobs, but both her and Amira felt themselves stiffen at what they saw next.

The small signed on the door that had said 'We're Open' had been flipped, now saying 'We're Closed', but under those words, in freshly applied black sharpie, something was scribbled.

'We're Closed' it said, in those same swoopy letters.

Scribbled under it was one word.

Forever.

A/N: Oh yay! Yay! Who just got killed? Can you guess? Take your best guess. Oh, gosh, you'll never guess it. There's no way! :D

I love this story!

Thanks for reading!