He/He alright. I tried to make it connect to chap. 4 as much as possible. I hope it was a success. He/ He and I do hope u don't get grossed up. Stay clear of the river! he/he

Chapter 5

That went we'll, I think... Cacey watched her father and Jason converse outside. They both showed up and they had been satisfied with the meal, I think... Cacey drew herself up and tried to remind herself of what happened. Ok, Jason came in fifteen mintues like he had said he would, Father came in four mintues after him, and... oh my, I don't remember. Cacey placed her hands in her head and moaned. What had happened between them? What had happened? She frantically searched her mind. Urgh! There had been a feeling of uneasiness betwixt my father and him... maybe that was just me. My mind had playing tricks on me or something. Maybe I am just overeacting. Cacey bit her nails and saw them both drive off. Daddy, daddy, rush home, please rush home. Oh No! Please don't stop, Jason's right behind you, oh please daddy, daddy, don't talk to him. No! Cacey shrieked and fell to the floor.

Now she remembered. Jason had come in with a big grin on his face, "Hey Cace! How's it going? Aw, still looking as beautiful as ever... oh um, do you need help with anything?" Jason had leaned on the counter and had seen the mess on the floor, "Look's like you need alot of help." Jason had thrown up his hands and had laughed, "Just kidding Cace, no need to get defensive." He had winked and sat down. "Aw Cace, this place looks marvelous, but um, why is there only two chairs?"

"Jason, about that..." :Ding dong: "Oh father!" Cacey had rushed towards the door and pulled her father in. "Oh my love, my dear, dear father. I am so glad your here... wow, I just can't believe it! Your here!" Cacey had embraced him and had led him to the table. "You just sit right here. Right here, yes. Oh I do love you." And after that, Cacey's fears and worries had melted away. She was with her father, her father. She had set the table and had hurridly sat down. "Thank you for coming, thank you so much for coming. Oh, I wish you would come more often. It's not the same without my daddio."

Her father had chuckled and had then relized the dark figure standing behind him. He exchanged a worried look with Cacey and got up. "Cace...?"

"Don't worry father, it's just Jason... just Jason." The name Jason had felt so stranged to Cacey, so unfamiliar.

Cacey's father had let out a sigh of relief and had said, "Oh, Jason, my son." He had held out his hand and had patted his back. "Never stand behind a man, gives him the... the..."

Jason had quickly cut him off after seeing his struggle, "Mr. Northernington, it really is a pleasure sir. Do you mind if I join you? I am sorry for such a short notice... but I really just couldn't resist." Jason had smiled wickedly.

"Any time with you is good company." Cacey's father had smiled sincerely and had motioned for him to sit.

Jason had dragged the wooden stool next him and had sat down. "A real beauty, don't you think?" Jason had unexpectdedly brought out a knife from his jacket. The knife had caught the light and beamed in brilliance and in a fleeting moment, had beamed death. Cacey's father scooted back and lifted his hands. Jason had held the knife up and smiled. Sighing he had said, "I've never seen one that's matched her. A real beauty I tell you. She can slice bone so easily... Do you see those ragged edges Mr. Northernington? I sharpened them for the occasion, a very, very vauble find." Jason had looked at Cacey's father and had chuckled, "Don't be alarmed, I carry it with me always." Jason laid it beside him, "Just in case an emergancy comes up."

Cacey's father had smiled weakly and had said, "Oh I see, we'll then I would hate to be around when an emergancy did come up..."

Jason had chuckled and sipped at his tea. "Yes, I am sure you wouldn't want to be."

Cacey had looked at him alarmingly and had thought, Why do his eyes have this certain look about them, something just isn't right. Cacey had run to her room and had brought her swervy chair from her computer. I don't want to leave him alone with him another mintue. Cacey had raced back, pushing the chair along, and almost tripping over a cord.

Jason had asked indifferently to Cacey's father, "What do you think about gun control?"

Cacey didn't remember anyting after that. It was all a blurr. She sat against the wall and tried to reassure herself that her father was going to be ok. Don't worry so much Cace, it's all in the Lord's hands, He know's what He's doing. Yeah, don't worry, nothing is going to happen. I'll call dad in twenty mintues and makes sure that he's ok and if he doesn't answer... we'll I don't want to think about that. Cacey sighed and tried to get her mind off of it. She jumped up and began to pace the floor. Everything is going to be fine, right? Yeah, just fine. Yup, fine. Everything good, just fine.

Cacey stopped in her tracks and realised what she had been doing. Slowly, she came to her knees and prayed, "I am sorry Father. I've made so many mistakes in life and this is one thing I don't want to make a mistake about. You said you would take care of us, your children and I am going to believe in that." Cacey stood up boldy and made her way to her room, but stopped once she saw a shiny piece of silver on the table. What could that be? Cacey's feet drew her closer and to her horror, she saw the knife. Cacey came still closer to knife and saw her reflection, beaming death. Cacey shrieked and placed her hand at her mouth. This couldn't be happening to me. Maybe, he's just playing a joke... He's not going to stab me in the back is he? Slowly she began to walk backwards.

Cacey found herself in her room. She breathed deeply and crawled into bed, The nightmare is over...

It had been weeks since my little scare at church and I was growing impatient, time was running out and I didn't know when another oppurtunity would show itself again. I had to make a move. I quickly walked towards my calender and scanned the dates, they were all meaningless. I wanted it to be a memorable day. A day Cacey would never forget. Hmmm... I flipped the months, all of them flashing before my eyes and then I saw it, I saw the black marker leaking through the page and oh, it was just so perfect. Why hadn't I thought about it before? I circled the date in red ink and smiled. What could be a better date then her birthday?

I patted myself on the back and gave myself a cheer. Honestly, I was clever. More clever then I even realized. I briskly made my way to the bathroom when I felt it come over me again. I banged my head against the wall and cursed. I hated this! I hated this with a passion. Maybe I should just kill the old man. Maybe I shouldn't wait. After all, Cacey's birthday is so far away and... and I don't know if I could wait that long. I bit my hand, blood began to gush out, but my teeth wouldn't let go. I needed more. I needed more blood. A pool of red streamed down my arm and stained my white cotton shirt and it still wasn't enough. I took out a knife and began to shredd the over stuffed pillows and sofas, but it didn't satisfy. Tears of anger streamed down my face as I realized that I had become a beast. An animal always in search of blood. I longed too often for the excitement and zeal I got before the kill. I liked the feeling of power. I could decide what would live and what would die. I lived for that feeling! It was mine!

I tore at my head and screamed. I couldn't take it anymore! I ran outside and searched for my prey. My heart was pounding and my teeth were baring almost like an animal. To my satisfaction I saw a gray cat in search of food. It pawed at the garbage can and mewed when it saw me. I smiled wickedly; I would take the cat out of its misery. I grabbed it by its head and tossed it inside. What to kill it with? A knife? Poison? No, nothing was fitting. My hands would be best. I ran towards the bathroom and slammed him in the tub. The cat shrieked and tore at my skin, but I could not feel anything. My professional fingers began to rip off its fur and tear it to pieces. It was finished. I panted and lay in a pool of blood. I felt relieved as slowly the urge drained from my body. But the problem was still there. I needed to kill the old man soon because after a while, this wouldn't work. This would no longer satisfy. I looked at the carcas lying inside the bathtub. How miserable it looked. Compassion came over me as I realized that I had killed an innocent cat. I shivered as it reminded me of Jesus, who was innocent and took my place.

But no matter, what was done, was done. I turned on the facet and watched the blood gurgle as it slowly drained, leaving no remains. I smiled. Nothing had been more complete or perfect. What could have satisfied me more than watching that cat take the old man's place? But then I rubbed my shivering shoulders and realized that it was true, he would have to die soon.