Yay! I'm so glad yinz like it! As usual, I don't own any of this. Also, I realize there were a few spacing and grammatical errors in the previous chapters but I'm too lazy to fix them. So deal with it. And now a thanks to my reviewers: I can't thank you all personally, I'm so sorry, but here's a few things to say to you. Thank you guys so much, especially the reviewers who put feelings and help into their reviews! And yes, I know Zack is mean, but is it not plausible that being oppressed by his dad could force Zack to turn all…angry? Poor Zack….poor Freddy. Oops. Just read it…
Oh, my love, please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life
Zack was fueled. His rage ripped through him like a blazing fire. He had only one thing on his mind. Freddy. He was gonna get revenge on him if it was the last thing he ever did. Nothing else mattered except making that little punk sorry for what he did. Nothing!
I ripped out his throat
And called you on the telephone to take off my disguise
Just in time to hear you cry
He was walking about 20 feet behind the blonde drummer, keeping a steady, solemn pace. The last thing he needed now was to get caught. Freddy was the one who needed caught. Freddy was the one who was gonna get caught in his own sticky web.
When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Several minutes after Freddy departed Katie's house, he was in his kitchen of his own house. He was furious at Zack. Furious, yet terrified at the same time. It took a lot to even make Freddy cautious, let alone terrified. Fear was a feeling very foreign to Freddy, made even more unclear because of the love he felt for Katie being the main emotion occupying his mind.
Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands
And we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Zack watched Freddy enter through the front door. You weren't someone's best friend for years without knowing their house inside and out, so Zack crept stealthily to the sloping backyard. He grinned as he dug around in the dirt in the seemingly empty flowerpot beside the door for the key. Bingo he thought as his hand touched something small and cold. He drew the key out, fitting it to the lock in the doorknob. A truly demonic smile emerged onto his face. He was in. The mission was almost accomplished; the target was within reach.
There was...
Police and flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read "a lover died"
No tell-tale heart was left to find
Freddy was relieved; he made it home safe. He locked the front door behind him as he made his way into the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing as he made his way to the window. His face was to the front window as the lady at 911 answered.
"Hello, my name is Freddy Jones, and we have a problem here. My friend is in her basement, and our other friend might do something to us, we don't know where he is exactly, and we need-"
Freddy looked up and suddenly gasped at the sight reflected in the window and dropped the phone to the floor with a clatter as a sharp, steely knife found it's way to his throat.
The lady receiving the call was quite confused. "Sir, calm down. Sir, are you still there? Do you need an ambulance?"
Zack picked up the phone from the floor, wiping a smear of blood from it. He held it to his ear just in time to hear the lady ask if they needed an ambulance. "Yes, I think that's exactly what we need."
When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singing...
Katie, back in her basement, was going crazy. She really hoped Freddy would be back soon. She also hoped Zack wouldn't. Her woman's intuition was going haywire; she knew something was up. The only problem was, she was driven insane trying to figure out exactly what was wrong. As something down the street happened that no one would ever forget, Katie let out a bloodcurdling scream as images of a knife and blood flashed through her mind. She blacked out.
Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands
And we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight...
When Katie woke up, she was still in her basement. She didn't know what time it was, or how long it had been since she passed out. Ignoring the harsh throbbing in her ears, she blinked to clear her eyes as she realized the telephone was ringing.
"Hello?" she said as the warily lifted the receiver.
"Miss Callaway? This is Sergeant Johansen from the NYPD. There was a brutal murder down the street from where you live, a young blonde guy. Would you happen to know this young man?"
Katie's heart momentarily stopped as the floodgates opened and she dropped to the floor, weeping with everything she possessed. "Ma'am?"
"Yeah…I think I have a pretty good idea what the situation is…" she said through deep gasps for breath, tears staining her face.
He dropped you off I followed him home
Then I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do 'cause I'm so in love with you
Zack smirked with satisfaction as he clicked the phone back into the receiver. The deed was done. No one messing with him and Katie now… He calmly walked right out the front door, down the street, and into his house. The rain was now only a fine mist, making the flashing lights racing outside his window a few minutes later eerily distorted.
Oh my love please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands
And we'll start a new life
I don't know much at all, I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight...
Please don't kill me! I wasn't happy either. In fact I hate myself for making Zack do that....ahhhh.