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

Andrea darted to the girls. "Gabriella," she shouted and the girls stopped in their tracks, turning to face her. "I won't hurt you. I want to help you." Gabriella narrowed her eyes so the were brown slits. "How do we know you aren't lying? You helped him," Gabriella threw at her with glare.

Andrea let her brown eyes grow wide as she stared back. "Do you think I wanted this? He made me do this. At first I had no idea. He was a sweet caring guy who wouldn't be expected to kill a living soul. I fell in love with him and moved in with him after a while. His actions started getting rougher like when we get physical with our relationship or he just pushes me down when I do something he doesn't like. He made me clean the house night and day. He forbid me to leave the house," she said painfully. "Then, one night when I was wondering where he went, I found him in the basement doing the most horrible thing. He was literally scooping a women's eyes out and skinning her flesh clean. Without turning to me, he asked me what was wrong. I went crazy and ran out of the room, but he went after me with his bloody hands, pulling me down the steps. I tumbled down them and cried so hard. He grasped me up and pushed me violently into the wall. His eyes were black, and dangerous. I was scared so much. He told me he loved me. He told me he would never do anything to hurt me, well if I never told on him. I pushed him away and threatened to tell, but he pulled his knife out on me. That night, two years ago June 2nd, my life ended."

The girls looked agape at Andrea who was strongly holding back tears. Gabriella walked to her and hugged her tight. "It's okay. Sorry for what he did," She apologized wholeheartedly Andrea nodded meekly and pulled back. "Well, we better be going then. We have to find some place to hide." Gabriella nodded and pulled out her phone. Quickly she dialed a number and held the phone numbly to her ear, still not believing that this is happening. A horror movie for sure, but real life? Her life? It's not real.

The person on the other end picked up immediately. "Gabriella?" he breathed worriedly into the phone.

"Troy," she said shakily. "Troy, I need you help." Hearing the terror and complete shakiness in her sweet voice alarmed him like a fire bell. He was already gathering on some clothes and out the door in a flash. "Gabriella? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Gabriella ignored his frantic questions. "Troy, he killed that little girl."

"I'll be there in a second. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not at the house. I'm a few blocks down. Troy, don't even get near the house, he's there."

"Okay, I'll find you. But who's there?"

"My uncle."

Sirens filled the street at full speed. The sound emerged into the house, alarming all people. Police Officers scrambled out of their cars, guns raised high, aiming for anyone who dared stop step out that house. Sheriff Bolton stepped out his car and immediately barged into the house with his team, and some people the SWAT team. They huddled close together, cautious for anything to pop out any moment.

Nothing dangerous popped out, but one thing did that could scare off a two ton monster. A little girl, red pale hair, blue shimmering eyes, freckles planted on her face and probably scaled to the age of 4, was hanging in the kitchen archway, limbs cut off fully, head, too. Her mouth and eyes were wide open and her hair was taped around her face with duck tape. Sheriff Bolton let his mouth fly open and his weapon drop. "Jesus," he breathed. "This was no one-time-murderer, guys. No, this is the Chicago Murderer."

Marcus chuckled at the police officers before sneaking off the lawn and out of sight. Andrea had left him. He didn't want to have to kill her, too, but what was going to be the difference by killing all 10 wives and 5 girlfriends?

He crept slowly with life skills and listened for any sign of movement or sound. Nothing. Oh, well. They can run, but they can never hide.

"Gabriella?" Troy whispered. He had his back pack slung over his right shoulder with a knife secured in it. He hardly knows this girl, but taking one look at her made him fall in love. Troy chuckled to himself. Falling in love in a graveyard? How non-romantic is that?

"Troy," a faint voice whispered back finally. Troy picked up his pace and let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding when he saw her. But not the way he wanted. Her clothes were slightly torn and she had a blueish purplish bruise under her right eye. Troy clenched his fist tight and walked forward to her. His hand softly caressed the bruise. "You okay?"

"Now I am," she admitted lamely and Troy smiled. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the love of God, no time for romantic mushy stuff because you two had drunk sex. We're going to murdered by our uncle!" Elizabeth grumbled and pulled Gabriella away from Troy. Gabriella's cheeks lit up bright red when Elizabeth had said that and Andrea threw a glance at her. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"Gabi, I'm scared," Abigale said, pulling to her oldest sister. Gabriella looked down at her shaking form and pulled her in for a sideways hug. "Me, too, Abbie. Me, too."

"What's our plan?" Elizabeth asked looking to Andrea and Gabriella.

Andrea shrugged. "Most likely he heard the police sirens and left. So, he's after us. We have to run or at least find a decent hiding space."

"Sharpay's house," Troy perked up. "My friend, Sharpay evens. She has top security. Her house is humungous. We could use that?"

"And risk her life as well?"

"Well, we have to try, right? We can't just wander the streets and wait till he pops out at us."

"Fine," Andrea agreed. "But, we have to keep a look-out. If Marcus finds us, it may be hard for him, to get in, but I'm sure he will somehow."I

I'm not filling these chapters up enough, am I? Sorry, I'm doing the best I can. It's not much either. I'll give you a preview for the next chapter:

Gabriella locked the closed the closet door, her breath ragged and dry in her throat. She pulled herself into Troy, hugging him tightly. "Troy," she sobbed. "He found us."