Chapter 3

Well, well, well, if it isn't the two preps I was talking about earlier. I felt the atmosphere shit from pure clearness to darkness of hell. They walked towards me with the same expressions on their faces from this morning. They know something and I want to find out. I got up and brushed off the dirt and leaned against the brick wall waiting for them. I look like a fucking drug dealer.

"If my eyes deceive me, I see the Queen of popularity and I'm here in her presence."

"We want to know" says the dumbass blonde. She's trying to be serious, but I can see it in her eyes, she's not succeeding.

"You know, trying to be all serious is just one big show for me. So, stop with all the crap and tell me what you want or get out of my face and let me enjoy my freedom." I crossed my arms after I said that. The prep guy started to speak.

"We just want to ask you something" said the blonde hair prep guy. For them being serious is just one big show.

"Whatever game you're playing, you can count me out." I started to grab my bad and then the unthinkable happened. A gun shot was fired. I looked back and saw the blond guy on the ground bleeding to death. I run towards him and kneel next to him to see if he was still breathing. He was still alive. I didn't know where the blonde popularity girl went. She must've been kidnapped or so I thought. I saw a pair of legs around the corner. I never thought I would us it till this day. I went into my bag and took out a black case. I started to tremble when I opened it. It was the black firearm that was engraved with red cursive lettering that says "Crimson Rose Elite Squad". I stared at it for a minute and then I felt a hand on my wrist and looked down, this guy looked at me and I could see his fear in his eyes and wanted me to stay with him.

"I'll be right back. I'm not going far" as I told him quietly. He understood and tried nodding his head, but could barely move. I put my hand on his forehead and gently laid his head down on the ground. I smiled gently at him and he smiled back. I took the firearm out of the case, got up and slowly started to walk toward the white pair of legs around the corner. All I could hear was my heart beat, slowly getting louder in my head. Gripping the gun in my head and went into position. I admit I was scared as shit and didn't know what to expect, but that's what you get for being in this kind of situation. As I got to the corner, I walked around the corner; this day couldn't get any worse. I was wrong, it just did.

She was dead. They sliced her neck open, stabbed her chest multiple times, cuts and bruises all over her arms and legs. I wanted to scream, but couldn't. Why did this happen? Why did someone kill the Queen of popularity? Did someone have a grudge on her? However, one question lingers in my head, who murdered the Queen of popularity? All these questions and no answers to them. I heard police sirens coming and they aren't far away. I put my firearm in my big ass pocket and walked around the corner, kneeled next the guy and didn't say a word to anyone. The police sirens were blaring in my ears, I thought I was gonna go deaf. Ten police cars, two ambulance cars and three firefighter trucks. I watched them take the blonde guy and put him in one of the ambulance car. I wanted to go with him, but I had to stay. I was going to be questioned right here, right now.

"What were you doing when all of this was happening?"

"I was about to go inside, so I can beat the crowd before the bell rang. I walked toward the door and that's when I heard the shot. I looked back and saw the guy on the ground bleeding to death. I ran toward him and he was still alive, but I didn't find the girl until I walked around the corner and the girl was butchered like Michael Myers would do to his victims." The detective wrote everything down of what I know and what I saw today. He looked at me and noticed something bulky was in my pocket.

"What's in your pocket?" I looked down and I couldn't lie about it the bulkiness in my pocket.

"I'll say it again, what is in your pocket?" I seriously couldn't lie about it, so I had no choice. I sighed and put my hand in my pocket and showed him my "Crimson Rose Elite Squad" firearm. He looked at it and he recognized it and he remembered me.

"You used to be on the Crimson Rose Elite Squad, weren't you?" I looked up at him and felt sad and full of sorrow. Memories started flowing before my eyes like an old western movie in black and white. I felt eyes on me and I had to say something. I whipped the tears away and looked serious instead of this weak person.

"Yes I was, but that was a long time ago. I'm not on the squad anymore." Tears started running down my face and I was crying for the first time ten years ago. I heard my dad's voice and I pushed the detective and his partner out of the way and ran towards dad. Running towards him brings back memories from that day. Gun shots were fired and hear different voices yelling in the distances to each other. I felt more tears streaming down my face and running towards dad's arms. Dad met me halfway and I could feel his warm arms around me. We both fall to our knees and hugging each other with all our might. Dad hated to see me cry. He feels like he couldn't do anything. Everyone started to stare, but all they could think about was that day of the Crimson Rose Elite Squad being murdered. One by one were getting slaughtered either at day or night. After the last brutal murder, the murderer disappeared. No one has seen him after that. Two years later, he left his mark and left it on that poor blonde prep. These memories are sealed in my memories until the day I die.