The Revenge Murderer (Sequel to Axe Murderer)

Chapter 4 - The Happening

Aiden, Destiny

2:45am
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"Destiny," Aiden began. His eyes was blood shot open; glaring at the wood crackling in the fireplace. The sound of the popping noise made Aiden jump from his chair. "Come over. You'll be fine babe."

Destiny groaned. "I'll be right ov-" The phone cut out. The whole room light completely turned off. The only source of light was the fire roaring behind Aiden. Quickly sitting up, he head to the basement. The flashlight on his phone lighting up his way. He slowly open the basement's door and hesitated.

"I'm coming down!" He hollered down the stairs. The tone in his voice was clear; frightened. His hand and legs were shaking in fear. The flashlight shined upon a glimpse of his dead sister in the basement pacing the concrete floor nearby the breaker panel. "Amber??"

Shocked and shaky, Aiden slowly made his way down the squeaky wooden stairs. His hand were inches away from the metal stair rail hovering on the beat up wall.

With his left hand on the railing, he looked into the basement and saw the breaker panel, his eyes shifted to the side and were still seeing his dead sister. His sister, Amber, was killed two years ago. The ax murderer slaughtered her with an ax.

Before he could say anything, his phone began to vibrate in his right hand. His eyes glanced at the caller ID and was disappointed.

"Hello. Who's this?" Aiden answered the phone. He isn't afraid of anything. Aiden knew what was coming before it happened. He had a hunch.

"Poor Aiden," the menacing voice chuckled. "You must hate it being left in the dark."

Steam rosed from Aiden's chest. "Who's the fuck is this?" He asked again. "This better not be you Destiny."

"I'm hangin-" Aiden was interrupted by the figure.

"Come find me first," the voice said. "If I find you, you'll die."

Call ended

Aiden's flashlight shined upon his murder board list. All evidences pointing to Mason Woods; text messages, pictures of the dead victims, and locks of each victim's hair. His eyes glanced onto the pictures and noticed his sister's picture was absent.

"Mason where the fuck are you?!" He hollered. His voice echoed throughout the basement. "I know you killed my sister."

The sounds of footsteps slowly approached Aiden from the behind. The ax thwack-thwacking against the concrete floor. He turned around and caught a sight of the dull axe in mid air.

Before he could fight for his life, the axe sink down into his skull. The figure slowly yanked out the axe, blood gushing down the his forehead. His body collapsed to the floor. The axe slowly approached against, de-attaching his head from his lifeless body. The figure bent down and grinned widely. "I can't wait to play with you."

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Destiny arrived at Aiden's suburban two-story house. She noticed the lights in the house were out. "Aiden! I'm here. I bought some tequila."

The suburban street was quiet and peaceful. 4am slowly crept upon Destiny and everyone else. The residents were respectful during the nights, it was perfect. The safest place to be.

Destiny shifted her way down the side of the house. She stopped. The ring light above her suddenly turns on. She waved and announced herself once again. "It's Destiny! Can you let me in?"

She walked into the backyard; it was small for a family that once had two teenagers. A stripe of grass and four by eight patch of pebbles and stones. She made her way up the stairs and lifted up the mat to reveal a house key. She slid the key in, turned the lock, and slowly stepped inside.

"I left my phone at home," she began. "I would had called."

Suddenly, a creepy music box began to play in the background. With this, Destiny followed the sound down the dark eerie hallway and located the sound and turns it off.

"Very funny, Aiden," she chuckled. Gripping the tequila bottle, she walked into Aiden's bedroom. The tequila bottle fell from her hand and scatter across the floor. Destiny let out a blood-curdling scream and bursted into tears.

There Aiden was, legs were dangling from ceiling, arms were tied to the bed frame. His guts were propping his legs up. His head and organs were completely gone. Inside where his organs should be was an empty cavity. His rib cage was nowhere in sight.

"What's happened to him?" She asked herself. Her blouse was covered in snot. "Who'd do this to him?"

She quickly grabbed his phone on the bedside table and dial 9-1-1.

"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" The female voice on the other end was soothing and instantly made Destiny calmer.

"Someone murdered my boyfriend! Please send some help," Destiny pleaded.

"Stay calm," the operator said. "Someone will be right there any minutes. I've traced your call."

"Thank you," Destiny said. She exited out of the bedroom and into the living room. "Should I inform his parents?"

Call ended
"I need to look for some clues," Destiny said. Her voice was shaky. "Where should I start at?"

It was about 4:10 in the morning on October 3rd and instead of having sexual intercourse with her boyfriend, she found him dead with no trace of who murdered him.

There were some knocking on the front door, she stood there frozen. The knocking got louder and louder. A voice was heard from the other side. "Who's there?"

"We was told there was a dead body," the voice said from behind the door.  "Come on Destiny...don't you want to be gutted like a fish and be with your boyfriend?"

Destiny dashed out of the back door and leaped into the pool. She glanced as the figure made their way past the pool and into the house. She quickly got out of the pool and patted her pockets looking for her keys.

"Shit! I left them inside the house." She mumbled under her breath. "I can't go in. That son of a bitch is in there."

She knew she would be a prime suspect if she leaves her car there. She also knew she wanted to make it out alive.

Instead, she spun around and walked towards the front door. She glanced down and collected the crowbar. She gripped onto the crowbar tight. "Ready or not bitch. Here I come."

She shook her head mentally. "I can't do this!"

Before she could leave the scene; vehicles flood the scene. All the attention were pointed at her. Blue and red lights were flashing. "Drop the weapon Miss!"

The suburban street used to be a quiet neighborhood. Everyone would had looked out for each other, made sure there were no suspicious activity. It was the safest place to live...until now.