:Chapter Three: Frozen eyes and waiting knives

"P-Pete..."

Her words where empty. O shit. O shit...Her cover was blown. Those words played like a broken record in her mind; O shit, I'm so dead. A thousand times.

O god...

"Excuse me?" He inquired breathlessly, taken aback.

"Who the hell are you?"
Alexandra's eye twitched as she moved toward him into the streetlight.

"Who am I? I forgot long ago. I'm Alexandra. But you once knew me...by a different name."

He paused, then backed away to leave.

"I don't know nor have I ever known anyone named Alexandra. Mmkay? Bye..."

But it was too late. She had already made her move, shoving him against his car.

"I said you once knew me by a different name!"

"Are you a freaking psycho, Alex?!"

"The trick you played on me was really mean, Pete," She spat without thinking. "It's Alex now. You used to know me as Joanne."
It was so hard to choke out her old name...
Pete turned white.

He collapsed onto the ground.

"Wha-Wha-What?!"

"Joanne!!" Alexandra hissed angrily, kicking Pete's' form into the dirt. And I kicked him hard.

"You used to know me as Joanne!! Don't you remember, Pete?! Remember?!"

She turned away from Pete. Meanwhile, the boys' blood was frozen.

"That was really immature of me...I'm so sorry, Joan—"

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE, AND I'LL NEVER BE HER AGAIN!"

She screamed, turning to face him.

He was so afraid. She could see it in his eyes. Something was wrong and Pete sensed it. Joanne, he knew, had died. Everyone knew that. Everyone had been told she died. How. But...

Somehow, looking into her eyes he saw a hint of blue. But they where, for the most part, honey colored.

"You'reYour not Joanne," He growled. "you look nothing like her! Who are you? How do you really know me!?"

"I'M NOT JOANNE. I'LL NEVER BE HER AGAIN! Don't you GET IT PETE?! You always where slow. I'm Alexandra now. Joanne has been dead for years. Colored contacts and hair die changed my appearance. I wanted to leave that life behind me...But a question always burned in my mind. What if... It needs an answer, Pete.
And I think I know how to get it. You, Mary and Dex—You made me this way. Admire your work?" She stepped up and twirled.

"A cold-blooded serial killer who lives in a low paying apartment on a low paying salary at McDougal's. A raven haired escaped mental patient. Someone who had to drop out of school and live in the sewers for three years to dodge the beatings. Now, I see you here..."

She reached into her pocket, searching for her switchblade.

"I'm sorry, J—Alexandra! I'm so sorry! Please, if you could find it in your heart to—"

"EVERYONE IS SORRY IF THEY'RE AFRAID ENOUGH...And to think. I was just going to hunt down Mary and go psycho on her ass and I find you. This is my night. Aha. My switchblade. I found her."

"Please, Joanne. Would this make you any better than we where back then?"

Twitching psychotically, a deranged frown glided over Alexandra's features.

"No..." She started to turn away, but at the last minute sped around in a stabbing motion.

He let out a sigh and began to stand when he noticed her turning.

"But it would make me feel better!"

"NO! PLEASE—"

She's still not sure how she did it.

Mary always said she was cold. Maybe that's how I cut his throat. Maybe that's how she cut down his arm. Engraved on the back of his left arm, where the words, "I'm BACK".

She knew he knew where Mary was.

After that stunt they pulled on me, they'd be together forever. Forever bound through their cruelty.

Unless she cut them apart...

She doesn't know what drove me to murder him. She didn't know why I wasn't caught carving on his dead arms.

But her life seemed to be going very well at that moment...It was only a moment...But she felt strong.

I'm sorry, Pete.

I really was sorry...

I don't know who I've become...

I never meant to hurt you or to kill you...

You made me this way!
Don't put it on me!
You stole away my perfect life!!
You all did!
You all did this to me!!

What comes around goes around...

Don't blame me.

Was her only thought...It helped her stay guiltless.

For a while.

It took her a couple hours to drive across town when she realized she had been on the wrong road after all. No wonder Pete was there.

Although she still thought she was a creep, now that he was dead...She had a sort of respect for him.

Sheps' old house loomed above her. Sheppard Forrest. She missed him.

Breathing heavily, she knocked.

She knocked three times; soft, knocks.

They grew more frantic as she remembered how dark it was.

She remembered falling. It was so vivid. She remembered looking up into red eyes; like a demons. She was afraid she was going to die.

"Hi Joanne," The voice had croaked. "How about a kiss?"

Hello? Miss?

Miss, Excuse me?

Alex woke from her memory, breathing heavily and looking into familiarfamilier eyes.

"H-Hello? I'm wondering if someone named...named...Shep?"

She looked into the young mans eyes curiously...

"No, I'm not Shep. He's my cousin. I'm Devin. It'sIts nice to meet you, though... What is your name?"

"Alex," I said quickly, recovering my senses, "Alexandra Nejano."

Real smooth, Alex thought darkly, Nejano is just an anagram for Joanne. No ones' that stupid.

"I'll go get Shep. If you'd like, you can wait in the kitchen. Who should I tell him is here?"

"An old friend," She answered weakly. "We go way back..."

Nodding understandingly, he gestured to a clean room. To clean. Everything was white and sparkling. It smelled like lemon cleaner.

She waited.

After about fourteen minutes, she heard thundering footsteps coming down the stairs.

Shep and Devin.

Shep looked so different now. They all did. His once boyish good looks where manly and added a look of innocence onto his features. His now dirty blonde hair was childishly short, with long locks hanging out of place on his head. His eyes where still the beautiful green gems they had always been...But he was different all the same.

Shep entered and Devin left, understanding they needed privacy.

"Do I know you?"

"Shep—I'm back from the grave."

She was hoping he'd give her a chance to explain.