Chapter 3
"Jesus Christ!" Chris shouted. "Do they know what kind of sick bastard would do that?"
Jessie shook her head, sighing as she did so. "No, the police found no footprints or evidence at either of their houses to suggest that an outside criminal had broken in. All they know is that the person had probably been someone that they both knew, because there was no sign of a struggle."
"Oh man... What if the person who killed them goes to our school?" Chris turned in his seat. All of the kids in the class seemed to be fine, like nothing had happened. Maybe they didn't know that two of their classmates were dead. "Does anyone else know?"
Jessie shook her head again. "No... At least, I don't think so. They haven't released any details as of yet to any news stations, so I don't think that most people know yet."
Chris thought of something. "Well, then how do you know that they are both dead?"
"Chris, my dad is police chief, remember? Are you suspicious of me?"
"No, no. Not at all. It just seemed strange that you were the first to know." Chris got up and grabbed his backpack.
"Where are you going?" Jessie got up and grabbed his shoulder. "You aren't going home, are you?"
Chris nodded. "I'm sorry, but I can't sit in school all day knowing that my friends are dead. I'll see you tonight." Chris bent down and kissed her.
Jessie sighed. "I understand. I'll see you later."
Chris went to the front of the class and opened the door. He had a bad feeling. He needed to go home and think things out, without interruptions. Some things seemed too coincidental to him, like him having a dream about his friends dying. He hadn't told Jessie about the dream, because he didn't want to scare her. The thought of dying scared him too, and he couldn't just sit around and wait for it to happen.
I guess I'll swing by both their houses and check it out, he thought. He walked out the school's two glass front doors and walked to the street. It was only a block from the school to Jack's house, so he might as well go there first.
As he ran, Chris thought about the weird things that had been happening. First the dreams, then my friends die. Strange.
After about five minutes, Chris arrived at Jack's house. It didn't seem like anyone was home. They were probably out making arrangements for the funeral. Chris walked up to the front door.
"I have to see the scene of the crime," Chris said aloud. He pulled open the screen door and proceeded to break into the house.