Adventure Bay High

The Killer

WARNING! This is going to be a stressful chapter, including violence and blood. Read at your own risk.

'Where is he? Where's Rocky?'

Skye slipped as he came close to her, snarling. She was overpowered by the rank odour of alcohol and cigarettes.

Almost by coincidence, the door opened, making the two look. A slim teenage boy shut the door, pushing his grey fringe out of his eyes.

'I'm back...'

Rocky froze as he saw his father in a worse state than before. His eyes were bloodshot and purple. His face was grubby and bruised, and his body was covered by a thin fabric that had too many holes to call a jacket. In one pocket, he could see a gun. He looked behind the man's shoulder, where he could see Skye shaking with fear. He looked directly into her eyes.

'Get away,' he muttered. 'You don't want to see this.'

Skye ran to the door. BANG! A scream pierced the room, as Skye collapsed onto the floor. A bullet was sat above her hip, and blood was starting to pour out.

'Nice try kiddo.'

Rocky was close to crying.

 'What the fuck have you done? I thought you wanted me dead. Why did you have to hurt Skye?'

'She would've run off to the police. Can't let that happen, can we?'

Not knowing what else to do, Rocky ran to the kitchen to try escape.

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Skye had managed to pick herself up now. The wound was bleeding more. She grabbed a jacket to try cover it up. She dialled 999. 

'Hello? I need an ambulance and police. A man from prison is here with a gun. Please hurry.' There was a knock on the door. Skye opened up the door, still on her knees. It was Zuma.

'Skye! What the hell happened?'

'Rocky...he's in...'

Zuma didn't need to hear the rest. He pulled off his jumper.

'Use this to twy pwevent the bleeding. I'm finding Wocky.'

Zuma ran into the house.

'Zuma no!'

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BANG! BANG! BANG!

Rocky was now hiding behind the bar. His father was waiting, gun cocked and ready to aim.

'You can't hide here forever!' he grumbled.

Rocky was worried his rapid heartbeat would give himself away.

'You know this is your fault really. You're the killer here. You're the reason she is dead...'

'She has a name!'

Oh shit. He blew his cover. He ran as quickly as he could as his hiding spot was showered with bullets. Stay alive, he told himself. He'll run out of ammo, and the police will be here.

He turned and stopped. He was stuck.

'Can't run now, can you? Relief really, as I only have one bullet left.'

He cocked the gun and pointed it at Rocky's head.

'Say your prayers.'

What happened next was a blur. A blur of brown slid past him. Blue blurs from the back of his eyes were pushing away a black blur. He heard a scream of pain that wasn't his. He looked down, his vision becoming even worse as tears smothered his eyes. Zuma.

He was laying there, blood swarming all around the bullet that was inserted in his upper torso. Rocky collapsed, kneeling at the heavily-bleeding boy.

'Zuma...'

'Hey Wocky.'

Zuma gave a weak smile, which made Rocky's heart shatter. Zuma limply lifted his hand to touch Rocky's face.

'I'm sowwy I wasn't thewe, but I couldn't let you get huwt.'

His hand fell as Zuma lost consciousness.

'NO! ZUMA! DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE ME!'

Paramedics swarmed in, helping Rocky to his feet and carrying Zuma on a stretcher. He was laid next to Skye, who had bled through the orange jumper Zuma had given her. She was also unconscious. Rocky looked at them. This was all his fault. They could die today, and he was the one to blame. 

You're the real killer.

What had he done?

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