I'm on a roll today! Hope this makes up for the few days of silence (and the days to come, haha). Please review! Oh, and listening to the song that I mention in this chapter as you read is cool. Just sayin'.

Chapter 12: Choices

Fingering the trigger of the gun in my pocket, I walked around seemingly aimlessly with an occasional glance at my watch.

I had but one hour to kill a random person to spare the lives of two people close to me. Briefly, I considered choosing myself, but then who would stop Freddy from killing them once I was dead? Nobody.

I hate to admit it, but a little part of me was slightly excited at the same time. Not many times are you able to say you were forced into doing something terribly wrong and presumably won't be punished by a higher authority. I have no choice in this matter, so I can't possibly be doing something wrong.

Reaching into my left hand pocket, I went to put on my music player, hating the unnerving silence of the neighborhood. Before I was able to press play, I heard a voice call my name.

"Hey Christine, wait up!" Suddenly, a plan clicked into place. No need to use a stranger. I think I'd feel more guilt with them than him.

Turning around with a sickly sweet smile, I waved at Jack before sticking in my ear buds. Finally pressing play as he ran to catch up with me, I was flooded with the soothing voice of U2.

Not quite appropriate for what I'm about to do. Going through my playlist, I settled on Jeffree Star's Get Away with Murder.

Just what I was going to do.

Cranking up the volume to an almost uncomfortable range, I wondered if Jack could see a malicious glint in my eyes that I just knew was lurking.

Seeing Jack trying to say something, I pressed my index finger to his lips with a smirk. "Shhhh. Come with me."

I'm gonna break your heart and get away with murder.
You shoulda known from the start that it wouldn't last forever.
I can't control myself - I feel like someone else.
I'm gonna break your heart and get away with murder…

Grabbing Jack's hand, I walked towards the more questionable part of town, which in fact wasn't all that far away from the police station. The part my Dad said to stay away for reasons such as the one I had in mind of doing.

Isn't it funny how things can change so suddenly? I'm sure Freddy was beside himself at the moment, laughing at what Little Miss Churchgoer will have to go through to save her loved ones.

Well, he'll know that he shouldn't fuck with her loved ones, because she is willing to do almost anything for them.

Seeing a shady nightclub that was definitely closed at this early hour, I dragged Jack to the empty parking lot behind it.

Jack's eyes were alight with excitement when I finally looked at him. It almost made me sick and not want to continue with what I had to do to make sure he was silent and off his guard.

Clenching my jaw and feeling my resolve build up again, I remembered that he did this to himself. Why should I feel bad when he came on to me first? Payback was definitely a bitch, now.

Pushing Jack roughly onto the brick wall of the establishment, I crushed my lips to his with absolutely no protest coming from him.

Figures.

Nudging his legs open slightly with my own as my tongue flicked at the opening of his mouth, I let the music course through me and nurture my anger into what seemed like desire to Jack.

Can you feel me breathing down your neck?
You're just a perfect little human wreck.
But I like you... enough to destroy you, tear you down.

Rubbing myself against him, I let his last pathetic moments of life be pleasurable before reaching deftly into my pocket to get the hunk of metal that was going to end it.

Making sure he was definitely distracted by my actions, I wondered how to do this without making too much noise. I'm sure the gun would be loud enough to attract some type of attention, after all.

Thinking about the part of the neighborhood I was in…maybe not.

There's a memory inside my head...
It feels like a part of me is dead.
I should save you…but I want to watch you drown...
There's nothing you can say or do.
Words mean nothing when your lips are blue.
I love you... now that you're six feet underground.

Bye, bye Jack. No more conceited jerk who thinks he owns the world just because he was 'blessed with good looks'.

I slowly pulled the safety as he sucked away at my face. Rather badly, I might add. What startled me is that I compared it with the latest kiss I had. With him. And even that was better.

Thinking back, it wasn't bad at all. Too bad he was a crazy demonic maniac with a bloodlust.

"Toodles, Jack." The guy was clearly dazed when I pulled away and definitely didn't expect the bullet that met his forehead a second later by my hand.

The shot rang, but was subdued for me by the music that helped me go through with the kill. Adrenaline surged through me as I watched Jack crumble, the light in his eyes fading away slowly. Satisfied that he was dead, I ran as fast as I could back to the police station.

As I sprinted, I grudgingly acknowledged the freeing feeling that was coursing through me. Was this what he felt afterwards, too? If so, I could see –

I stopped my thoughts right there. No way was I going to think more about this. I did what I had to in order to save my loved ones. The fact that I killed Jack was just a mere coincidence.

Although the girls of Springwood are probably better for it.

Reaching the police officer's parking lot, I saw Officer Miller leaning against his car nonchalantly. Well, Freddy at the moment.

Taking the ear buds out of my ear, I walked up to him with a self-assured smile. He looked down expectantly at me.

"I did it."

Freddy broke into a grin. "I knew you could. I knew you had it in ya. So tell me…who'd you off?" He looked genuinely interested in my answer. Should I lie?

"Just a random stranger." When I saw the grimace blossom on his face, I figured that he knew that I was lying.

"Now Christine, I just asked ya a simple question. You didn't have to go and lie! Sheesh, I thought that I was just messing around with just one of your precious values. Guess you're breaking more than one barrier today, huh? Care to try one with me?" Freddy positively gloated as a blush overtook my cheeks.

"How'd you guess?" I didn't have anything to say to his assertion and I'm sure that anything I'd say to my defense would be twisted into something sexual.

With a serious tone, Freddy answered, "The first one is never just a random stranger." It didn't take being a rocket scientist to figure out that he was talking about his own first murder.

A shiver travelled down my spine, and I looked up into his eyes. I wouldn't be honest to myself if I said that they weren't fascinating to stare into.

He returned my stare, searching my eyes for something. I wonder what exactly he was searching for.

Breaking the moment, Freddy suddenly took me by the arm and led me back into the station. I understood at once that Dad probably would return soon, and me being out here is not exactly a sight he'd want to see.

Being this close to Freddy again, I acknowledged that if I had half a brain, I would be scared. He had the capacity to kill and already threatened to kill my loved ones, not to mention did kill Alyssa.

The poor dear…

A snide voice in my mind voiced that she wasn't such a poor dear when she consistently used me for her own purposes. Narrowing my eyes, I pushed the voice away. Even though it was true, I wasn't going to let that justify her death. No way did it even halfway justify her death.

Okay, so she wasn't perfect. Who among us is?

Freddy kept silent as we passed through the crowded police department, maneuvering our way back to the office.

For a split second, I wondered if he could hear my thoughts.

That would definitely explain why he was quiet, not to mention why he didn't attack me when I was deliberating in the car as when I had nodded off.

Looking inquisitively at the face of Officer Miller, I raised an eyebrow. Can you hear me?

Freddy only smirked as we finally got to my father's office before roughly pushing me into the second seat and plopping himself onto the other one after closing the door with a slam.

Breaking the silence, Freddy turned his seat so that he was completely facing me. "Are you scared of me, Christine?" Leaning forward, he delicately traced a line down my cheek, evoking a sigh from my lips as my eyes fluttered closed. His touch sent tingles down my spine and I wondered if they would be considered fear or labeled something else. With a faint whisper, Freddy added, "You should be." His finger didn't just stop at my cheek; it traveled down my neck and then along with the rest of his fingers, grabbed a loose hold over my neck.

I felt the need to open my eyes just to see what sort of expression was on Freddy's face, ignoring the fact that he could at any moment start squeezing the life out of me. I really couldn't decipher it, but I did see something fiery in his eyes.

More than anything right now, I just wanted to sleep. All the adrenaline had worn off by now, and I just ached for some shut eye.

If I fell asleep now, would he still bother me in my dreams? I mean, he was in the real world…

I tried fighting the yawn that urged to come out and lost. Shifting slightly in my seat as Freddy's right hand dropped to drum on the armrest, I noticed that I still had the murder weapon on me. My eyes flew open as I fished it out of my pocket, hurriedly handing it to Freddy without a second thought. It just wouldn't do to get caught with the gun on my person.

The irony wasn't lost on Freddy considering he snickered. "Really now, just handing me the tool to just kill ya right here?" He leveled the gun at me before releasing the safety. A bit of dread formed at the pit of my stomach.

"You wouldn't kill me." I stated in a definitive voice. I hope I sounded surer than I was. I mean, what was there to stop him from squeezing the trigger?

Silence reigned for what seemed like a few minutes, but I really didn't know how long it was in actuality. I was stuck looking at the end of the weapon with a sense of trepidation.

I finally cringed and closed my eyes. Please don't let me die like this…

"You're right." I opened one eye tentatively to see that Freddy had put away the weapon and was leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Not yet." He added, with a look that was unmistakably menacing.

Where the heck was Dad? Shouldn't he back by now? I turned myself slightly to peer out his door window to see that he just entered the building.

Turning back to Freddy, I bit my lip before asking him, "You got what you wanted. You made me a murderer. What else do you want from me?"

A secretive smile was what I received in return. "You'll see. All in good time."