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 some sexual situations
A few minutes before...
Andrea hushed the younger girls crowding behind her. They had escaped their hiding space which was the laundry room, and walked through the thick house. It was silent. And it seemed like a deadly silent. Like Marcus would just jump out at them and strike. Andrea shivered involuntarily before twisting her head so she could see the girls. "Shh, girls," Andrea warned them. Abigale stopped moving confusing both older girls "Li-Lizzie...A-Andrea...Un-cle M-Marcus," Abigale stammered out, her finger rising and pointing at a dark figure.
The older girls went to see what it was and they nearly jumped out of their skin. It was Marcus. He was carrying a head that was detached from its body. A Sharpay head detached from her body. "Marcus," Andrea said, scared, but brave. Elizabeth gave a smile of gratitude towards Andrea. "Marcus you shouldn't be doing this," Andrea said, her eyes wandering to the items in his hands. Sharpay's head that had blood leaking out of it and blood licking out of the cuts. Then in his other, there was a chainsaw. Hung around his shoulder was a bag filled with a saw, hammer, and riffle.
Andrea shut her eyes closed tightly, trying to keep her breathing steady and fear swept away, but it was hard. Her eyes flew open. "Marcus, you've done way too much. Killing innocent girls. Killing innocent boys. Killing everyone." Andrea took a step closer, making the girls behind her grimace in disapproval. "And to even think about all those nasty thought towards you're family..you're insane. Crazy."
"Andrea," Elizabeth said meekly. "Andrea, please come back." Andrea looked back at them. They were shaking like a blender turned on. Poor girls, Andrea thought sadly. Maybe she could talk some sense into this monster.
Andrea looked back at Marcus. He had a wide smirk plastered on his face. His hand went to her cheek and he caressed it softly. "Andrea, you're so cute. That's what I love about you and I hate that I have to kill you."
"You're pathetic, Marcus," Andrea said, her voice rising. "You're sick! You need help or you need to die. No one but you needs to die! I've been with you for two years. Two fucking years! And I've been in hell as well. Their children, Marcus! Get a grip! Get a heart! You had a miserable past, we know, but that doesn't mean you have to take it out on other people. Do you really want to live like this? Knowing you've cost so much pain to many people? Well, if you do, I hope you'll be happy."
"Andrea, baby. That hurt."
"Yeah. Does this hurt?" Andrea pulled out her gun and pointed it at Marcus. She pulled the trigger without hesitation, but nothing happened. Her finger pressed repeatedly on the trigger, but no change. Oh, God, she thought and lowered the gun. The gun was empty. She had never filled it...Oh, God. He was walking towards her. He had that smirk on. His killing smirk. She doesn't want to die at thirty-three. That's too young. Maybe when she's sixty or seventy or eighty. But not now. Half her life wasn't even over. Then the girls. A quarter of their life never even happened. Especially Abbie. She's eight for God's sake. She doesn't deserve this. She needs to protect them. Even if it cost her her life.
"Marcus, wait." He stopped. "You can do whatever you want with me, but the girls stay unharmed."
"Well that's not fair," Marcus pouted but that dark look was still playing in his eyes. "I kind of hoped I could kill all of you."
"Lizzie," Abigale cried, hugging her sister closer. "Lizzie, I want mommy and daddy."
"Me, too," Elizabeth whispered. She then looked up at marcus, her eyes shining over with tears. "You sick bastard," she chocked out painfully and all eyes were on her. "I hope you die. How can you be so heartless? I don't know your past and I don't want to know, but you can't do this."
"I've been doing it most of my life," he said with a smirk.
"What outcome do you want from this?" Elizabeth asked, a thought rushing to her head. Marcus shrugged. "I want whoever called the cops on me to pay and to pay hard."
"What if I told you it was Troy Bolton and my sister?"
"Then I would have to kill them, wouldn't I?"
"Lizzie?" Abbie asked, scared for Gabriella.
"Shut up, Abigale," Elizabeth spat. Abigale winced, but shut up. Elizabeth looked back up to Marcus. "Why don't you kill them, then? They've done nothing except put us in trouble. Both me and you." Andrea and Abigale both looked at Elizabeth, surprised and shocked and in dismay. Elizabeth shrugged them off though. "I think I heard a noise in the closet," Elizabeth said, flicking her head to the top of the steps where a closet was. And, I think I see them." She can see them. Bad move, she thought. Marcus turned and smirked. "Thanks, Lizzie. Maybe I can reward you." He gave a dirty smirk causing all girls to gasp in disgust.
"Oh, just go - go and get them." Elizabeth backed up, Abigale let go of her when Marcus was out of sight. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Abigale asked, causing both girls to looked shocked at her. "You...Gabi... You told on her, you tattle tale! She's going to die because of you!"
"No, no," Elizabeth soothed. "No. It's a distraction. He'll be distracted and we can run. We can get help."
"I suppose..." Andrea said.
"I would never hurt Gabriella. I'll die if she dies."
"Let's just go," Abigale gasped. The three girls emerged through the front doors, running wildly for a phone. All three of them were oblivious to what was going on in the big house a killer was standing in.
Then that's when it happened...
Her fingers wrapped numbly around the cool metal object and she lifted it feebly to the air. She had grabbed it once she heard what Marcus was doing to Troy. And when she heard then saw, her heart was getting pushing down violently in her chest. Her throat was burning, too. Probably because she was gasping and not enough oxygen passed through her. Or, maybe the wound in the back of her head caused it.
She didn't know where her voice came from, but it did come out and it was loud. "Get the fuck off of him you fucking bastard!" Shaking hands, trembling, clumsy, closed on the trigger. It actually went off a multiple of times. Each time she jerked and cried harder. "Troy," she sobbed, but her eyes were shut tight and she was shooting, but she knew she was shooting Marcus.
Her finger pressed once more then she stopped, suddenly the whole world became blank and nothing but silence and heavy breathing eased itself around the hallway. Troy didn't speak. Oh, please let her have shot Marcus and not Troy. Oh, Troy...
"Gabriella." It wasn't Marcus. She opened her eyes feebly and her heart quickened at the sight. Troy was settled under Marcus's body, holes with blood leaking out of them was planted all over Marcus. "Oh, my God," Gabriella gasped. A sob rolled out of her lips as she crawled to them. She pushed the hopefully dead body off of Troy and hugged him immediately. "I thought I lost you," she sobbed quietly.
"Never," he said back just as quiet.
"Never," a voice echoed and both broke apart, mortified at what had talked. It was Marcus. He was gripping onto the hallway table, shots were gaped in him, but he was too stubborn to shut down. "Never," he said again. "has anyone shot me." He staggered for the gun. "Because they know the consequences." He lifted the gun slowly, trying to make a perfect aim. The two teens went to fly the scene, but it just happened too fast. Two shots. Two teenagers. Two seconds. Two unconscious people lying limply on the ground. One satisfied murderer.
Sorry for the short chapter. I've got to make these things longer, don't I? Wasn't going to end it with them both getting shot, but oh well. Guess what's going to happen in the next chapter? Please review? It'll make me happy.
Thanks!-Brittany