(all right, blame the internet for the delays. It sucks, I know. Luckily, as a (late) Christmas present, you get two chapters for the price of one.
Thanks to zackt2010, coolman123, Cenobia100, and LocalTalent53 for the reviews. I've reached 200! That's brilliant and I thank you all! It always feels good to reach each hundred. Let's have a look at our resident William hunter, shall we?)
Kris had decided that before continuing to hunt down William, he was going to collect the things close to him back at his house. Not many people knew, but Kris still lived with his mother. One of the reasons behind this was because it was much cheaper that buying his own house. He had planned to buy an apartment sooner than later, but he had never got around to it.
Now buying an apartment was the last thing on his mind. Clutching the wheel with his uninjured hand, Kris tried not to wince as he wiped away the blood on his face using his injured hand.
"Fuck William!" Kris spat, trying not to get too frustrated. He looked suspicious enough with his injured appearance, and he couldn't afford to get the police on his case, "Shit!" Kris suddenly exclaimed. In just that moment he realised that his fingerprints would no doubt be all over the place, let alone on the gun. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Kris ignored his previous statement, and quickly twisted the wheel, going past a corner and causing more than a couple curses from opposing cars.
He entered the suburbs with a crash, knocking a steel rubbish-bin off the curb. Bouncing around in the car Kris went down the familiar street and came to a stop outside of his innocent-looking house. Knowing his mother would be inside, Kris jumped out of his car and limped to the front-door. His leg had also hit the car hard, which was the cause of the limp.
Opening the door quietly, since his mother never liked to be surprised, Kris walked in and immediately heard voices.
", and you are sure you haven't heard from your son?"
"Not after he phoned me before the funeral, no. I couldn't go, because I was working at the local orphanage."
"Can you give us his contact details, Mam. We need to get a hold of him as soon as possible."
"But why?" Kris winced as his mothers rare angry voice came on. Luckily, that anger was never directed at him. Keeping close to the door, Kris peered in the keyhole to see two police-officers. He restrained the urge to shout, but continued to listen. "You cannot just barge into MY home, and question me for no reason. Please, tell me what my son has done or what has happened to him!"
"Mam, I'm afraid... that your son is a suspect in a number of crimes that have happened recently."
"What..." Kris shut his eyes at his mother's pained voice. Nothing hurt him more than hearing his mother sound like that. He loved his mother, and he was not afraid to admit it.
Rebecca, or 'Becca' as she liked to be known, had been sexually assaulted 22 years ago by her step-father, when she was only 16. Becca had fought back, but ultimately was unable to do anything. Once she became pregnant, however, she was able to prove what her step-father had done, and got him in jail.
While others would have got an abortion and broken down, Becca knew that the child had no choice, and allowed herself to have a baby. For the next eighteen years, she had raised Kris as a single mother. They were best friends and family all tied into one. Kris had seen many rough things, but when it was revealed to him just who his father was, he had sought to protect his mother from any other dangers. Their relationship was close, close enough for Kris to feel a tinge of regret for what he was doing.
I'm killing a killer. Kris quickly reassured himself, when a hand suddenly clamped his shoulder.
", and just what do you think you're doing, son?" a grizzled voice said.
Slowly turning his head, Kris came face to face to a third police officer, with a mullet and goatee combination. The police-officer squinted.
"Wait, you-"
The police officer was cut off as Kris leapt forward and clasped his hands around the police officer's throat, jamming his thumbs into his windpipe. Kris kept on the ferocious grip, trying to keep silent and pushed forward into the kitchen. The police officer wrestled with Kris' arm, but Kris was too strong. Kris suddenly slammed his head forward and let go, knocking the officer silly. Reaching behind him, Kris felt for the kitchen knife and swung it hard, stabbing straight into the officer's ear.
The officer squirmed, writhed, and fell to the floor. Kris stumbled backwards, the knife still in his hands. He had just... murdered... and innocent person, a police officer, a person of the law...
"Oh shit..." Kris groaned, ignoring the pulsing pain of his hand from the previous actions.
"What..."
Kris looked up to see the two other officers in the doorway, looking at the blood. Kris reacted before the officers, throwing the kitchen knife like a dart. His aim was true, and it struck one in the neck. Kris quickly leaped to the side as the other let off a shot from his pistol. He grabbed another knife and heard the officer calling for back-up. Kris closed his eyes, before leaping from behind the wall and rolling, avoiding another shot. He threw the knife, but it went wide, cutting into the officer's stomach. Kris quickly ran forward and jumped on the officer, noticing the previous officer was dead.
The final officer struggled, but Kris quickly silenced him by pulling out the knife and stabbing it in one eye socket. Realising what had down, Kris leapt to his feet. What had he done? Three police officers, no doubt with families, children...
"Kris!" The shriek of Becca drew Kris' gaze. Kris moved forward and quickly put his hand against Becca, pushing her against the wall.
"Ssh, ssh." Kris whispered hurriedly. "Becca, please, don't struggle. I didn't mean to, but you don't understand. Please, understand that I am doing what is best, I-"
Becca pulled away from Kris, looking completely pale and shocked. "You... You're a murderer..."
"Becca, no, you know I love you, and I wouldn't-"
"You are just like him." The snarl in his mother's voice drew something deep within Kris, and before he knew it, Becca was clutching her cheek, a red mark from a slap appearing on her cheek.
Everything seemed to freeze for Kris. He had just hit his mother, the person he loved more than anyone, had just physically harmed her. Becca was in shock, shakily feeling her cheek. Kris took two steps backwards, before sprinting out of the door and back to the car, tears falling freely from his eyes.
One question Kris couldn't help asking to himself kept on repeating in his head. Who am I?