Note: HI GUISE! This is my attempt to be overly enthusiastic like those annoying teachers in those annoying pep clubs! YEAH! Which is why I can't stand Glee. Because it's too happy-sappy-crappy, if you know what I mean, for my taste. Now, on to the murderers and stuff.
A True Underdog Story: Chapter Three
"THIS WAS. NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED. NOT. MY INTENTIONS!" Billy sang. We had been sitting in the bathroom for over twenty minutes, keeping an ear out for anyone leaving the complex. Thing was, no one was leaving. And Billy, as shown above, was getting antsy and bored.
Billy antsy and bored is not a good thing.
Observe.
"I GOT SO BRAVE, DRINK IN HAND. LOST MY DISCRETION."
"Billy!" Casey snapped. "Shut the frick up!" Casey was sitting against the wall on one end of the bathroom—far away from the urinals, which was where Billy's hopping and dancing was heading him towards.
Marissa laughed and I just rolled my eyes as Billy danced around. "IT'S NOT WHAT. I'M USED TO. I JUST WANNA TRY ON YOU I'M CURIOUS FOR YOU. CAUGHT. MY ATTENTION!"
Casey rose from his spot, looking like he was going to punch Billy in the face, when Billy managed to somehow climb up on one of the sinks and sing, "I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT."
"Billy!" it was my turn to shout. "SHUT UP! I can't hear a word outside!"
"THE TASTE OF HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK."
Casey began rubbing his temples. "I have a major headache thanks to you."
Even Marissa was looking pretty annoyed by now. "Actually, Billy, I have a headache too. Wanna stop now?"
"No." he wiggled from head to toe.
"IT WASN'T A QUESTION." She snapped.
Billy changed his tactics. Now, he was full-on directly annoying Casey, but inserting his name into the song. "CASEY KISSED A GIRL AND HE LIKED IT!"
"Alright, prepare to get turned into Pratt-pulp," Casey actually cracked his knuckles.
I smirked.
"HE HOPES HIS GIRLFRIEND DON'T MIND IT. IT FELT SO WRONG, IT FELT SO RIGHT."
Suddenly I heard footsteps outside. "Shhh!" I whispered. "Guys, all of you, shut up!"
Billy kept singing the song in a frenzied whisper, but he finally shut up when I said, "I think I heard the exit door clang shut. That might be him!" I opened the door cautiously and quickly crept out, my friends following close behind.
We looked through the glass windows, and sure enough, Rauen was walking home. He wasn't going to the parking lot, so he probably lived nearby. Perfect.
"Let's go, gang!" Billy said in a Scooby-Doo-ish manner.
"Billy, if you open your mouth one more time, you will get it," Casey was not in his best mood as of this moment.
We followed him from a safe distance, far away so that even if he was to turn around or catch us meandering, we'd just look like we were strolling around the neighborhood for a leisurely walk. I noticed it was getting dark out, though. How long had we actually been in that stupid bathroom?
Marissa grabbed my arm. "Look, Sammy! He's going into that house."
It was a creepy house. Not old or dirty or anything, but just…dark. All the blinds were closed. There seemed to be four locks on his front door. He had three different code-panels just to get into his garage.
"Look, he's opening the garage." Sure enough, Rauen was pressing the codes into the garage and entering it right this moment. He crossed through the garage, which only had one old, banged-up van parked in it. You know, those huge square-shaped white vans, with tinted windows? The ones that serial killers are notorious for using. Ropes, duct tape, knives, guns and bodies could all fit inside the back without a problem. Convenient.
"Look at all those Home Depot bags!" Billy pointed in the corner of the garage. "You think he buys ropes there? Hammers, to smash peoples' heads open with?"
"We can only find out." I watched carefully, like a lion hunting for prey, as Rauen entered through the inside-garage door to his house.
"Now!" I snapped, and we all ran as quickly as we could into the garage. We dove behind the van.
"What now?" Marissa whimpered. "Sammy, not again!"
Suddenly the door from the house to the garage opened back up. I peeked under the van. I could see his squeaky-white sneakers standing on the steps. Just…standing. Had he heard us? What was he doing?
Suddenly the garage began squeaking shut, slowly, growling and groaning until it finally hit the floor and sealed all areas of sunlight we had a moment ago. Still, with the inside garage door open, I could still make out some things.
He had only come here to close the garage…right? I hoped.
Sure enough, I was right. He walked back into the house and shut the door behind him. We were left lying there in complete darkness.
"Great. I'm trapped in a former-criminal's garage. Not to mention, he's our gymnastics instructor!" Marissa whispered. "What if we wrongly accused him of being a killer? What if he's just our gymnastics teacher? What if he catches us? Imagine how awkward sessions will be then."
"Then we'll just quit!" I snapped. "He's acting so shady! Can't you see?"
Casey said in a calmer voice than he had been speaking before, "Actually, Sammy, he's been acting pretty normal to me. You're only thinking he's acting suspicious because you know he has a criminal record. Which, by the way, I very much regret telling you all about now."
"Yes!" I heard Marissa whack him. "You're an idiot, Casey! Sammy, your boyfriend is an idiot!"
"Gee," Casey said sarcastically. "I'm flattered."
Billy suddenly hushed us. "Sshhhh! Guys! Listen!"
I did. Banging. I heard banging. Coming from…inside the van!
Actually, it was more like very soft, very faint thumbs.
I got up and opened the trunk of the van. Thankfully it wasn't locked.
In the darkness, I could only make out one thing. A large cloth sack, the size of a garbage back. Tied at the top. Cliché thriller-movie moment.
But still.
It was squirming around. Softly thumping. I highly doubt a hunted deer awaited me in that bag. The size, the shape, the movements could only mean one thing.
There was a human inside the bag.
My friends were all beside me now, and I heard Casey mutter something incoherent under his breath—I assumed he was swearing, or praying, or vowing to break up with me the second we got out of here. I had brought them all into a serial killers house.
No one else was moving. I could see the silhouette of Marissa clutching on to Billy with one hand and Casey with the other. So finally, my impulsivity kicked in and I climbed into the back of the van.
Time to uncover a body.
I began untying the rope knot at the top of the bag. I think Casey finally snapped to, because he was saying, "Sammy, the door is opening!" he dove into the back of the van with me.
The door to the garage opened—as if in slow motion, Billy shut the trunk of the van and dove behind some giant Home Depot bags with Marissa. I saw the garage door fully open through the van window.
Rauen got into the front seat. Casey pulled me down so we were flat in the back of the van. If Rauen saw us, we were going to be the next ones tied up in a cloth sack like hunted game.
The body bag also stopped thumping when it realized something was happening.
All was still for the split two seconds that Rauen was buckling his seat belt (how very citizenly of him!) and inserting his key into the van. I heard him pull the van lever into reverse.
I felt Casey's hand squeeze mine as the van pulled out of the driveway and away.
Thankfully, Billy and Marissa would be alone now so they could escape through the inside garage door.
But still.
Note: So…how was it?