Jar of Hearts Ch 2
Disclaimer - Don't own the song by Christina Perri or the Teen Titans. Don't intend to profit from my stories, as I simply like to write FanFiction and I would like to share it with you. Carry on with the story.
James sat down on his couch and turned on the television set to the news.
"Sean Truth confirmed to have raped and murdered Christina Lucas last Saturday at her downtown apartment. Police are now searching intensely for Truth and have looked in all places of suspicion. Please call the police department if you have any information on Truth's whereabouts," finished the anchorman.
"Hmm…inspirational…" James muttered with a glint in his eye.
He sped out of his apartment on his regular motorcycle, dressed in black skinny jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He walked along the sidewalk and waited at the bus stop at the corner. A blonde girl carrying a purse who was about seventeen walked up beside him, presumably waiting for the bus. Not tilting his head too much, he glanced over at her. Shorter than him. Sunglasses. V neck baby blue shirt. White skirt. Perfect.
"Hey sweetie, need a ride?"
She looked over at James and smiled a little.
"You got a hot ride?"
"The best. What's your name?"
"Sarah. You?"
"Just plain old James."
She chuckled and they walked back together to his motorcycle and she hopped on behind him.
"Where to, babe?"
'My house, that house over there, that way," she said, pointing toward a big hill covered in trees.
"Even better."
They rode up the hill, the rest of the city getting farther and farther away. About halfway there, James slowed his bike down a little, to the girl's surprise.
"Um, James? Why'd you slow down?"
"So I can do this."
He jumped off and shoved her to the ground. She looked quite frightened, and simply fell down, staring back up at him. He straddled her, and looked into her eyes. She gaped back into his and suddenly grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers. They kissed furiously, rolling slightly down the hill before coming to a slow stop. His hand landed on her stomach and slowly glided up. She accepted the advancement and her hand slid down his back too. They continued making out for the next several minutes. Sarah was the one to stop. She broke off, grabbed her purse and stood up. He followed suit.
"Listen, James, I really like you and all, but I do really have to go home now. Mind driving me up all the way? My mom is expecting me back in twenty minutes."
"Actually, I do mind." He advanced, taking his hands out of his pockets and cracked his knuckles. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Wha…what are you doing?"
"Anything I want."
He stuck out his arm and shoved her down again with ease. Now she wasn't frightened. She was terrified.
"Aaah! James! Please! What are you doing?" she pleaded.
He landed on her again, this time his hands and body ready. He snatched off her skirt and took off his own bottoms. What happened next isn't a surprise.
He finished with her, Sarah weeping silently, not daring to look at him. James stayed on top of her and reached over at her purse. He picked it up and smirked at her, then slapped her across the face. She screamed.
"Shut it. I will make you watch me now. It's not horrible, don't worry." He reached into her purse and took all her money out, displaying it fanned out in her face. He placed the wad in his back pocket, still smiling, enjoying himself.
"Now I have a gift for you. It's special. It will be the last thing you ever see."
James reached into his back pocket and took out a hard, shiny red X. Sarah's eyes widened, her fear amplified.
"This won't hurt a bit."
Sarah struggled, inching away, but James held her head and neck in an upright, angled position. He glided the blade's edge down her neck, then suddenly stabbed the point deep into the flesh just under the left side of her jaw. She opened her mouth to scream, but it was too late. Nothing would come out. He drew the bloody line down her neck and her upper chest, stopping right above where her heart was. Her wide eyes froze in their place and her face relaxed a little. James was finished. The blood pooled out of the gash, covering her neck with blood.
James stood up and took a single dollar bill out of his back pocket, one that he had stolen from Sarah. He wiped the blood-covered point on the bill and put the bill back into her purse. He mounted his motorcycle and with a final look back at her, rode off.
Author's Note - So by now, you can guess that this isn't going to be a happy, very easy to read story, but if you liked it, hated it, had any emotions toward it, any questions, rants, please tell me in a Review!