Serial Killer (Ricky Horror)

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Emmett's POV

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I went down to the living room where I knew Ricky would be.

When I walked into the living room, he was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the plain white wall, it looked like his eyes were welled up with tears.

"Ricky?" I said. He ignored me and continued to stare at the wall.

"Ricky?" I said again, sitting next to him. He ignored me again and scooted away from me.

"Ricky, please answer me" I asked. He continued to ignore me.

"Ricky, just acknowledge me" I begged.

"Oh, I fucked off and now you want something to do with me? Great logic Emmett, you should be a psychiatrist" he said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry" I said.

"No, you're not. If you were, you wouldn't have said what you said. You're right, you could kill me at any time and I wouldn't know, just get it out of the way and kill me already, just go on with your life without me" he said.

"No" I said.

"I'm giving you permission to kill me, just take a gun to my head and put me out of my misery" he said.

"No" I repeated.

"Just fucking do it! I don't care anymore, my friends and family probably already think I'm dead, so let's make those thoughts real!" He said.

"Fine! If you want me to kill you! I'll kill you!" I said as I went into the junk drawer in the kitchen and pulled out my gun, it was my grandfather's Glock 22.

I loaded the magazine up with bullets and then cocked it. I took Ricky down into the basement.

I stuck him right smack dab in the middle off the basement.

I made sure the gun was cocked and held the gun up, pointing it at his head. I gave all my attention to shooting him. Right as I put my finger on the trigger, I began to lose my steady hold of the gun and dropped it.

Fuck. I can't kill him. He made me into a softie.

"What's wrong? Can't do the thing that you were supposed to do before I begged you for my life?" He asked, obviously finding humor in my inability to murder.

"J-just go, here's the key to the front door, just leave, go back to your band, I've caused you enough trouble, just please... Don't rat me out to the cops" I told him.

"Really? You're letting me go because you can't kill me? Wow..." He said.

"Just go, you obviously don't like it here, what's stopping you?" I said.

"I can't just leave you" he said.

"Why? I've made your life a living hell" I asked.

"Because I'd be an irresponsible adult if I left a teenager to fend for herself" he said.

"You're already irresponsible, you made out with me a couple times and we've almost had sex once" I said.

"I forgot about that" he said.

"Back to what I was saying, just go, leave, here's the key" I said, pulling the house key out of my bra.

"I'm not going unless you get help" he said.
"No, I'm not getting help, I'll be locked up for the rest of my life and I'm not giving up my freedom to be locked up in a loony-bin!" I said.

"Just go get help, I'll visit you, I'll get you out of there in a year" he said.

"Think about it?" He asked.

I nodded. I guess I need to think about this...