Kate's POV
I heard my window smash from downstairs, making my heart drop as my eyes widened and ears flattened. For a moment I contemplated what to do. It didn't take long for me to decide. I marched to my room, throwing my still ringing phone on the bed, silencing it before I threw it. I then walked over to the bedside table on Rick's side of the bed and quickly pulled out the gun from his old house. I pulled the clip out to see if it was loaded, it was. I then checked the chamber to see if that was good to go. It was. I flipped the safety off and turned around. I was ready.
I held the gun low as I krept back out into the hallway. I listened out for footsteps as I stood at the top of the stairs but heard nothing. I contemplated just staying there until I saw someone, but decided against it once I began to feel extremely anxious. Not only that but it was pitch black at the bottom, so making somebody out would be tough until they were right there and if they saw the gun they would flee. A Thought came into my mind on who just broke into my house. Was it a thief? No, if it was I would hear them walking around to check the place out. No this person was being way too sneaky, they were here to do harm. Was this the same person that killed Rick? Was I being targeted? Well if it was who killed Rick then a fight was exactly what they were going to get, and since they used a knife on RIck I knew they didn't have what I did.
I felt myself grow angry as I descended the stairs, gun still drawn. If this was really that person they were not leaving here alive. I wanted them dead. I wanted them to suffer, I wanted to know why they were targeting us as well. The way I was feeling no murderer would dare mess with me. But still I felt scared.
I reached the bottom of the stairs, leaning to my left as I looked to my right to see into the living room. No one. I then looked to my left to the front door and the dining room. Nothing. I krept off the final step and looked down the hall and from here I could see what was smashed. Someone had thrown one of the patio chairs through the sliding glass door, and they were in here somewhere. My house was nice but it wasn't very big, so they could only be in so many places. I had to find them before they found me.
I kept into the dining room to look into the kitchen which also connected to the living room. I stood behind the dining room table with my gun aimed. I didn't turn the lights on so as not to give away my position. But that impaired my vision a bit. But if I couldn't see, then neither could they. Still though I had to be cautious and I was doing my best, keeping my breaths low, even though I was shaking a bit. I haven't been this scared since I was little. I had to be brave though, at least until I found the fucker.
I could hear the outside air as it blew into the house through the broken door. It was breezy, making my hearing a little off. But I tried my best, telling myself that even the slightest movement could be heard. Again that went for both of us.
I made my way back over to the front door. I could leave, I could leave right now and get out of here. But what if this really was Rick's killer? And what if I left then they would go after someone else. If I was a target then so was Shaky, Humphrey and Lilly. I couldn't put them in danger. I had to take this one for the team. Worst case is that I die and see Rick again, so even the worst outcome wasn't so bad.
I gulped, raising the gun again. Aiming down the hall back to the living room. I began to slowly make my way over. They had to be in the living room somewhere… hiding… waiting for me. There's no way that they didn't know I heard them break in. What if it was more than one person though? Could I take them? Well if I couldn't then I would die trying. Again worst case scenario.
I began making my way over to the living room. This was it, the moment of truth. I felt myself begin to shake even more as I grew closer and closer. When I got there I just had to quickly check the corners. The closest one first. Right and left. me moving so fast would give away my position if they weren't there, but if they charged me then I only had to shoot. It would be over with quickly. It was something that Rick taught me when we were playing airsoft. It was actually one of the ways that we won a round after Angel had snuck up on Rick and took him out.
I was about to near the corner, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, before finally going for it. Right before I did though I heard the doorbell ring, making me jump. I turned around, aiming the gun at the front door, putting my back to the living room. It was a natural response which was my own fault. I heard footsteps move quickly behind me, making me turn back to the living room again with my gun aimed. The person had ran out of the house though, back the way they came in. damn it. I ran over, checking my corners quickly before moving to the broken glass door. No one was out there.
The doorbell rang again, making me grow annoyed. I walked back inside and over to the door, gun still drawn and looked through the peephole. It was Shaky. What was he doing here? I sighed a sigh of relief as I turned the dining room light on, checking behind me just to make sure. Still no one. I put the gun in the back of my pants, putting it between my pants and tail before opening the door. Shaky stood looking nervous as I greeted him.
"Shaky… what're you doing here?" I asked.
"I just felt like… we should talk… I just heard about what happened" he answered. I stood there for a moment, feeling sorry for a second. Did no one tell him about Rick? Did he want to talk with me about this because he knows what I'm going through? Enough to come out of his house even though he was in so much pain. He really did care for me. I was about to pull him into the house quickly and explain what was going on. I reached for his arm but jumped back when I saw someone run around the corner and over to him wearing a dark outfit and hoodie with a ghost face mask.
"SHAKY LOOK OUT!" I screamed. He turned around quickly but it only earned him a stab to the gut. He yelled out, presumably holding the knife as it plunged inside of him. I jumped, tears instantly flowing in my eyes. No… not again. NOT AGAIN! I wanted to shoot but with Shaky in front of me I had no shot. That and I didnt know if they knew I had a gun. I had to play this smart.
Shaky went to fight back, grabbing the person's arm but they simply ripped the knife out and stabbed him again, making him yelp before he was thrown to the ground bleeding out. I then made eye contact with the killer. I gritted my teeth with tears in my eyes as I felt myself grow furious. Calm down… I still had to be smart about this. I began to back away as the killer raised their knife and started to walk towards me, into the house and away from Shaky. I don't think they knew I had a gun. I walked backward until I had them in the hallway. Somewhere where if they tried to run it would be in a straight line out the door where I would have a clear shot. Once he was there I drew my gun. The killer stopped in their tracks, taking a step back.
"Yeah… I guess you didn't know I came prepared" I said. There was a moment of silence. "Take off your mask… I want to see your face" I demanded. No response. They just stood there, making me grow even more impatient and furious. I aimed for their leg and shot it, making them yell in pain as they hit the ground. From the sounds of their yelp it was a girl. "TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING MASK!" I screamed.
They panted, beginning to get up again, using the wall as leverage. I kept my gun aimed at them as they did, making sure to keep my distance. They turned to me again as they panted.
"Take it off or I'll kill you and take it off myself" I growled. It took a moment, but they reached up, grabbing the mask before lifting it up. I lowered my gun at the sight of who it was after they took it off. "You" I said. I didn't remember her name. She panted as she bled from her leg, gritting her teeth in anger as she stood up, keeping pressure off of her now bad leg.
"What's the matter? Don't remember me? Was it just a one time thing after you left me out in the school yard?" she growled. I shook my head.
"Why?... why you?" I asked. She grunted in pain, looking down at her leg for a moment before looking back up at me. I tried to remember her name but couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. "What's your name?" I asked angrily.
"You stupid bitch! Why couldn't you just give my cousin a chance? Why did you have to…" she yelled but winced in pain again.
"Name… now" I growled through gritted teeth.
"MINDY! Fucking Mindy" she screamed. I fought the urge to not kill her right there.
"So why did you do it Mindy? Why did you take him from me?" I asked.
"Fuck you… I have to go to the hospital" she cried. I shook my head, gun still aimed at her.
"You're not going anywhere until I get an explanation," I said. She looked over at the open door, still panting. "Go for that and I promise you won't get far" I said. Mindy stumbled, catching herself on the wall as blood leaked out onto the floor.
"Why did I do it? BECAUSE OF YOU! All because of you…" she answered. I felt myself grow confused.
"Me?" I asked. She panted some more before continuing.
"Garth loved you… believe it or not he did. He was a great guy… he was just held back by his dad… BUT YOU NEVER LISTENED TO HIM! Instead you just pushed him away, being too good for him, whoring around with that other pussy until you two took everything from him…" Mindy explained. Still I was confused. I understood but there were still things missing.
"Good guy… your cousin was a horrible person" I said.
"FUCK YOU" Mindy screamed, lunging at me. She didn't get very far though with one leg. It looked as though she tripped as I stepped back, still keeping the gun on her even after she hit the floor. She panted, now looking more upset than anything.
"It was always me that comforted him, every time you shunned him out… he would try and talk to you, and because he looked like some jock, the way his dad made him look. You pushed him away. You didn't even give him a chance. You just went for that idiot… I ALWAYS COMFORTED HIM!" she screamed.
"You're wrong… he tried to kill him" I said. Mindy began laughing.
"And I finished the job right?" she said. I grew furious and again had to stop myself from pulling the trigger. I sat there silently, trying to control myself. When Mindy went for the knife. I kicked it over to the door to get it away from her, making her scream in anger.
"That can't be all… why are you really here?" I asked. Mindy gulped, going to get up again. I stepped back once more as she leaned against the wall. If she went for that knife again I would shoot her other leg. I'm growing impatient.
"After that idiot's sister pulled that stunt in the bathroom, made him feel defeated… I showed her who was really in charge… but then you came along and attacked me… left me on the school yard like a fucking savage! I wanted to come after you then. Jump you and show you who was really in charge like I did to her… but Garth convinced me not to… even though I really wanted to… I shouldn't have listened to him, but I did because I loved him… I cared about how he felt towards you, and hoped things would turn out different… but I knew why you attacked me and I just couldn't let that shit slide… so I went again… I took a different approach this time" Mindy explained. I lowered my gun as I felt myself begin to feel sick, I knew what was coming but I didn't want to believe it.
"You would be surprised… how much loosening brake on a car will do… it was only supposed to be an accident that injured her… and the whole time Garth is begging me not to do it but I tell him it's either her or you… he chose her…" Mindy explained. I felt myself break down as I felt like I was gonna throw up. I lowered the gun for a second, feeling so many different things. Sick, angry, useless, dumb… this bitch had to die… she took three people from me now… she was as good as dead. But tears flowed out of my eyes no matter how much I tried to stop them. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut before opening them to aim the gun again. Mindy continued.
"After that little bitch died and that shit with the locker happened… Garth lost everything… his dad got mad, yelled at him, punished him, disowned him… and Garth felt as though it was all his fault… so he killed him out of anger… but since he had nothing, and knew he would get caught he killed himself right after… I was the one that found them… I heard about what happened and went over there to comfort him again… but when I came in Garth's dad had no head… it was just a shotgun blast while he sat in the chair… and Garth… up against the hall with the same thing… he was unrecognizable" Mindy explained as she began to break down now. But I felt no sympathy for her. She looked up at me and continued.
"He blamed his dad… I blamed you… you and your fucking loser friends… so I killed them, starting with the one that took you away from Garth… and you were gonna be next…" she explained. I panted out of anger, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself but it wasn't working. I wanted this bitch dead RIGHT NOW. "You would be surprised with the things you do out of love," Mindy added.
"Out of love?... YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!" I screamed. Mindy laughed as she shook her head.
"Yeah and he died like a pussy," she smiled. From that moment forward I saw nothing but red. Immediately I threw the gun to the ground and lunged at her. It didn't take much force as we went crashing to the ground. We landed and I immediately sat up, punching her in the face again and again. What I didn't realize right away though was we landed right next to the knife which I had kicked away earlier. Mindy went to grab it and almost got me with it but I blocked it, grabbing her wrist and taking it out of her hand. What I did next changed my life.
I raised the knife and screamed as I stabbed her, plunging the knife in her chest. Mindy's eyes widened as I screamed at the top of my lungs. There was so much anger and emotion going through me that I couldn't think straight. Blood began to pool down her chest and onto the floor as I held the knife in her. I looked down at her for a moment before ripping the knife out and stabbing her again, and again, and again, and again. Rapidly in the chest so many times. There was so much blood everywhere. I kept on stabbing her with presumably the same knife that she used on Rick… and Shaky… this bitch killed three of my family. OVER HALF OF THEM! And I wanted her dead. I kept going. Stabbing her so many times even after she was already gone. I just kept going, remembering my family in our happiest moments. My sister as she made her snarky comments, my brother as he made us all laugh, and the love of my life as he gave me the love and affection I always needed. All of them gone because of her.
I kept on stabbing her so many times until my arm got tired. But even then I kept at it, just slower. The sound of a knife piercing someone filling the house as I stabbed her over and over. Once I finally felt myself grow tired I threw the knife across the room, getting off of her as I scooted back into the wall. Curling up and crying loudly. Did I just commit murder? Oh God what have I done? Was I gonna go to jail? Was I never gonna see the outside world again? Would God forgive me? Would I see Rick again after I passed? All these questions flooded my brain as I cried.
I heard a groan outside, making me stop with an opened mouth as I looked over at the open door. I grew silent, only small pants as I heard coughing from outside. I began to feel some hope as I began crawling over to the door. I picked myself up and ran outside, seeing that Shaky was still alive. I gasped and ran over to him as he held his stomach.
"Kate… what…" he started.
""No no no shh shh. You're gonna be okay, Shaky. Just hang on" I said in a panic. I reached for my phone but I didn't have it. It was still upstairs. I didn't want to leave Shaky like this… I got an idea, feeling his pocket for his phone. I found it and took it out. I swiped but saw there was a password. "Shaky… What's your password? Shaky!" I yelled, smacking his face lightly to wake him up.
"Its… zero, two… sixteen" he answered drowsily. zero , two, sixteen… that was Angel's birthday… I whimpered as I put the numbers in and called for an ambulance. I held Shaky's wound with my other hand as I told them to hurry up. They told me that paramedics were on their way and to stay on the line. I didn't though. I put the phone to my side and took Shaky's hand.
"Shaky, an ambulance is on the way. Hang in there… please… please don't go anywhere" I said, breaking down as I began to cry again.
"Not… going… anywhere…" Shaky mumbled. I squeezed his hand as I felt myself panic even more. They needed to hurry. Judging by the blood I wasn't sure how much time he had left. "Who… was… that?" he asked.
"Don't worry about it, Shaky, just stay awake, keep your eyes on me… please" I said. Shaky didn't say anything. He just nodded weakly. I sat there, holding his wound and hand as I sobbed for about five minutes until finally, what felt like an eternity. I heard approaching sirens in the distance.