Even though Darren told me I shouldn't skip school anymore... I decided that today, it'd be for the best. I just couldn't deal with the drama, along with everything that's going on with Ben. Speaking of Ben, I haven't seen a sign of him today. I even went on the internet for a while, and not once did he pop up Cleverbot. My phone vibrated then, and I saw it was from Darren. I sighed, knowing good and well he cussed me out for skipping out once again. Of course, if I had notified him in advance, he would have been on my doorstep, banging on my door for me to get the hell outside.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"
I looked up to see Ben, his usual smirk planted across his face. I rolled my eyes, part of me not minding his presence. "Yeah, but I'm not," I murmured, cracking my knuckles.
"Skipper," he sneered, adjusting his hat.
"What brings you here?" I asked, leaning back on my bed.
"Oh, ya know. The usual haunting you and stuff. Nothing out the ordinary."
"You kind of suck at haunting me," I giggled, grinning at him.
He glared at me, his red pupils intense. "It's not my fault that you are weird and aren't terrified of me. The only other time I've seen someone not afraid, was when there was a vicious fan girl. I'm tellin' ya, I may be a ladies man but damn!" he huffed, sitting on the swivel chair once more.
"Ladies man?" I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Why, you're such the charmer."
"Thank you, I'm well aware," he grinned, seeming oblivious to my sarcasm.
My phone buzzed once more, and I peeked down to see it was once again from Darren. I sighed, opening them up. The first one said, 'Where the hell are you?!' and the next said, 'I'm on my way to your house. Hope you're up.' My eyes widened. Darren never had the balls to just up and leave once he was already there. Something must have happened.
"Ben, Darren is on his way over. Could you come back later?"
He glared at me. "He your boyfriend or something?" he snarkily growled.
"No!" I violently shook my head back and forth. "Just my best friend. I think something bad happened to him."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Winter. Every time I fucking get here, he seems to come."
"Well, he isn't aware that a demon elf is haunting me," I hissed.
Ben said nothing more as he crawled back into my computer, silence echoing in the room as he went. I walked downstairs and laid on the couch. I was partly worried about what has happened. Then again, he might just be aching dramatic as always. Finally, there was a knock on the door. I swung it open to see Darren standing there, bloody knuckles and one of his eyes black and swollen.
Ben's Point Of View
Frustrated, I paced my room. I was aware of Jeff's eyes on me, his silence being abnormal. He could tell I was pissed, I mean it isn't that hard to tell.
"Your victim is really getting to you, huh?" he asked.
My head snapped up, my eyes like razors. "Shut the fuck up."
"Why haven't you killed her yet? It's been what, three days?"
"Barely," I scoffed, trying to save a bit of my pride.
"And she's not scared of you?"
"No."
"Fan girl?"
"No."
"You want me to take care of it?" he grinned, his eyes alight.
"No!" I growled, baring my teeth.
"Yeah, that'll probably piss you off if she's terrified of me and not you," he chuckled. Douche bag.
"I've barely gotten to even have the opportunity to scare her! It's Darren this, Darren that. I'm about to go slaughter him," I growled.
"Ooo, sounds like ole' Benny boy is jealous," he cackled, his unblinking eyes glued to me.
"Fuck off, Jeff, it's not like that. I barely know her. Hell, I don't ever have the opportunity to get to know her!" I growled, frustrated.
"Want me to take him out?"
"Jeff, for the last time, I don't want your fucking help," I snarled.
Jeff rolled his eyes, exiting the room without a reply. I guess he's going out to go killing. I let out a sigh that sounded more like a hiss. Lucky him. I haven't had the thrill of the kill in what feels like ages. Just because this blue haired bitch doesn't possess an ounce of fear in her. That... or she plainly doesn't care. That thought alone got me to thinking. What was behind those grey eyes?
Psh, as if she'll even give me the time of day to find out!
Winter's Point Of View
"What the hell happened?" I demanded, frazzled.
"Fight at school," he stated, nonchalantly. Darren walked over to the couch, slumping down onto one of the cushions.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Daniel again?" I mumbled, walking to the fridge. I grabbed an icepack out of the fridge, returning to Darren's side. He nodded, taking the icepack gratefully. "Did you at least beat the shit out of him?" I asked, sitting next to him.
"I tried. Got some decent swings in before people pulled us apart. Better outcome than usual," he shrugged. "I bailed so I wouldn't have to deal with the teachers lecturing me today. I'm just not in the mood for that as well," he sighed.
I nodded. "Yeah, I understand."
"You kind of picked the best day not to come," he chuckled, his gold eyes warm as he looked over at me. "I wouldn't have wanted you mixed up with all of that. And knowing Daniel, you would have."
I smiled, it soft and sad at the same time. Darren and I have stuck together for years, suffering the wrath of the dreaded group at school, Daniel being the ringleader. Luckily, school was almost over.
Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by a loud banging on the door. It caused both me, and Darren to jump. I looked over at him, and he merely shrugged. I stood up, walking to the door. I looked through the peephole, seeing something was blocking it. RED SIREN! Went off in my head. I backed away from the door, twisting on my heel to get to Darren, and tell him to run upstairs. Before I did, however, the door was busted down from its hinges.
I stared, horrified to see a man walk in, stepping on the broken door as he went. The hood on his white hoodie was thrown over his head, long black hair shielding his face from view. He wore black dress pants and converse. 'Nice shoes' was my first thought. But then I couldn't help but notice the splatters of red that spotted his hoodie, praying that it wasn't blood. Of course, my fears were proven correct when I saw the large kitchen knife that laid in his hand.
Psychotic laughter filled the air, his head tilting back, his hair falling aware from his face. My eyes widened, noticing the black rind that circled his eyes. He has no eyelids... Not to mention the huge smile that was carved onto his face. Without another thought, I twisted on my heel and sprinted to the living room. I wasn't worried for my sake. But for my best friends'.
"Darren!" I yelled, causing his head to snap over to me.
Instantly, I was plowed to the ground, the man's heavy body holding me down.
"Get off her!" Darren growled, springing to his feet.
"Hehehe, it looks like you've already got into one fight today, boy," the man giggled, insanely. "Besides, it's not her I'm after."
My heart sunk. I twisted around, kicking him where the sun did not shine. A grunt flew from his lips, as his black pupils returned to me.
"Why you little-"
Just then, Darren approached, swinging his fist at the boys head. The boy crumpled as I scrambled out from under him. In an instant, the boy was back up, a deadly look in his eyes. He cocked his head, his psychotic smile stretching larger.
"I have a question. What is black, white and red all over?" he asked, suddenly.
Darren and I stared at him, dumbstruck. Of course, knowing me, several answers popped into my head. A newspaper. A penguin with a sun burn. But my voice box just didn't seem to want to work.
"Hehehe. The answer, is me," he growled, his smile ripping around the edges as it grew bigger.
He shot forward, taking Darren to the ground. I had no time to approach, before the man's hand shot down, his knife impaling itself into Darren's chest.
"Go. To. Sleep."
For the first time, I screamed. Over and over again, the screams came out, along with the amount of blood that was splattering every where. The man's hand continuously flung down, Darren's pleads being cut short. I stared at his bleeding corpse, my sanity shattering. My best friend, for more than ten years now laid dead in front of me.
The killer turned his head towards me, his smile large. I glared at him, tears now rolling down my cheeks. I guess it was my turn, right? Well, I wasn't going to fight him. All I had left in this world was a demon elf that planned on killing me anyway. Might as well get this done early. But the killer simply stood up, walking to the door.
"What the fuck?" I screamed, shocking him.
He turned, facing me. "Hehe, thought I was gonna kill you too? Sorry, princess, but that isn't necessarily on my job description."
I glared at him, visibly shaking. "But killing him was?"
"You could say that. More like a favor. And since I'm a nice guy, I do nice things. But anyway... I have to get going. Your screams were pretty loud," he cackled. "Goodbye, Winter."
Yes, I know it's sucking -_- Me and this story don't get along very well. I'm considering rewriting the past couple of chapters, so if you want me to, let me know. I want this story to be the best it can be, so please let me know if there are any complaints/suggestions