Living With A Murderer

There's been missing reports of teenage girls in Chicago. And of course, only one person is behind all of it. When three sisters, 17 year old Gabriella Montez and her younger sisters, 14 year old Elizabeth and, 8 year old Abigale Montez, are sent to their uncles house for the summer while their mom and dad are away, they don't have a clue wants coming to them. They didn't know that their uncle is a murderer. They didn't know that friendship would find them. One of them didn't know love would find her. And they didn't know the many consequences to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, or any of the characters.

M-Rated for murder and sexual situations

Gabriella walked slowly into the house. The lights were flickered off and nothing but buzz was what she could hear. The living room was pitch black, well except the light coming from a door she had never acknowledged. Knitting her eyebrows together, Gabriella carefully made her way to the opened door and peeked down it. Was it a basement? It sure looked like one. Gabriella snatched her head from left to right before making eh way down the creaky staircase. The walls were plastered from ceiling and down of news articles. News articles of murders. Gabriella walked numbly to the pieces of paper. Some from the 1900's and some from now. And, it was of all the girls that guy killed. Gabriella swallowed harshly and gasped when she heard movement from the stairs. She flew to a hiding spot behind a large vault. Her legs bent up to her trembling face and her knuckles turned white from her squeezing her knees.

The she heard a door shut and everything went dark. One second later a light flashed on. It was a small lamp that didn't produce much light, and it made a shadow. A shadow of Gabriella. Gabriella scooted back even further to try and hid herself. Then the talking began. "Hi, Julie," the voice said. It was Marcus, Gabriella though shakily. Gabriella flinched when she heard a mewl. "Stop," he demanded meekly. Gabriella let her bottom lip slip between her teeth as she shook in her spot.

"Now, I suggest you do what I say and no one will get hurt, okay?"

"No!" Julie shouted. Gabriella peeked around the vault and gasped quietly at the sight before her. Julie was closed in by ropes and scars traced her body. Marcus was glaring at her with an ax in his hand. Gabriella moved back in her spot making herself smaller than ever. Marcus was the killer. "I guess you want it the hard way," he murmured before Gabriella heard a slashing sound and a muffled scream right after. Gabriella shocked on a muffled sob she hoarded behind her sweaty hand. The slashing sound continued but the screams were mute. The only thing Gabriella could see, which she wished she couldn't see, was the splattered blood coming from the little girl Marcus was murdering.

It felt like she was stuck in there for an eternity. The slashing noise and blood scattering everywhere, some finding itself on her, made her want to gag. "Damn, girl!" Marcus yelled and Gabriella saw the ax rising and falling, blood staining the tip.

"You. Deserve. To. Die," he said between breaths. "Every fucking girl needs to be dead." Then he stopped with a strained yell. There was aloud plop then the lights switched off. Gabriella cried silently. Tears steaming down her cheeks. "Looks like it's the end for you, Julie." Marcus muttered and he left. The door closed loudly and Gabriella inwardly crawled out of her hiding spot. She cried harder at the little chomped pieces of a used-to-be girl named Julie. Blood was scattered on the floor and little limbs and body parts. Gabriella scattered to her feet and raced up the steps. She needed to tell someone, anyone. and for some odd, stupid reason, she dashed to Andrea.

"Andrea!" Gabriella half yelled half whispered. Andrea walked out of the bathroom. "Yeah, Gabi?"

"I need to tell you something." And she told her every last detail. From the news articles to the chopped body. Andrea listened closely. Her expression didn't change through out though. She just sat still, her hands firmly on her lap.

"And that's it," Gabriella concluded with a breath. "I need to call the police." But Andrea stopped her. Gabriella looked back at her with a bemused expression. Sighing, Andrea told her silently to sit down and Gabriella did, confused more than ever.

"I know what Marcus does, Gabriella, but you can't tell anyone."

"And why not?" Gabriella asked, letting herself shoot up from the bed.

"You don't know what Marcus can do, Gabriella. In fact, he's listening to us right now. And I'm pretty sure he saw you, too."

"You're damn right I did."

The two, well Gabriella, jumped at the voice. They looked towards the door where Marcus stood. Blood was splattered on his face in little spots which made Gabriella cringe away. "You..." Gabriella's throat closed after that. She then dashed out the room. The sound of footsteps behind her scared her shitless. She ran into Abigale's room and closed and locked the door. Startled, Abigale looked up at Gabriella. Gabriella ran to her and held her tight. Both girls jumped at the crash at the door. "Abbie, come on, we have to get out of here."

Just as they were about to climb out the window, Gabriella set her jaw straight when a thought sprouted in her head. Elizabeth. Elizabeth was just across the hall. Oblivious that her uncle could kill her.

"Gabi! What's going on?" Abigale asked when the finally reach the grass. Gabriella chocked on a sob and brought out her phone. She had wanted to dial 911, but was tackled immediately. "Get off me!" Gabriella screamed as she kicked and hit Marcus. Abigale watched with shock and horror. She dashed to the house and to Elizabeth's room. "Lizzie!"

"What?"

"Gabi...uncle...hurt." Elizabeth scrambled to her feet and gripped onto Abigale. They both stammered out the house and gasped at the sight of Gabriella under Marcus who was literally tearing her clothes off and bruising her like crazy. "Gabi!"

Gabriella ducked her head and kicked Marcus off of her. He rolled with a grunt and Gabriella tumbled before running to her siblings. They didn't even take a breath to run. They were down the street and away from Marcus within a minute.

"Get them!" Marcus yelled and stood up. "They're dead! All of them!"

"Marcus! Marcus, calm down!"

"No, I'll find them then kill them. If they get help, looks like I'll have double the fun." He marched into the house right after. He had a crazy grin on his face. Andrea dropped her head, looked to the door then down the street. The next thing she knew was that she was running down the street to the girls. If Marcus was going to kill whoever helped them, looks like she'll be dead then.

It only took about 30 minutes to write this chapter. I have school tomorrow, I know this is short. Sorry. Review please?

Thanks!-Brittany