Life With Killers

Two New Faces

Eventually, Monday came around. You went through your morning routine as normal. When you left the house you said your goodbyes to the men that were awake. Walking to school, you had the oddest feeling. Like something was off. You shrugged off the feeling and carried on. Upon getting to school, you
noticed a large group of people crowding around something. You opted to ignore whatever it was and carried on toward the front doors. You did happen to glance over at the center of the crowd. You locked eyes with one of the two boys being surrounded by half the school. He had longish, dirty blond hair. The other boy was getting a kick out of the attention while the first one almost looked annoyed. He nudged the other boy, who was slightly taller but with shorter blonder hair and nodded in your direction. You ignored them and carried on. You stopped by your locker to drop off and collect what you need before heading to
your first period. Unfortunately, this was the only class you had without Lachlan so you sat in the back. This class had tables instead of desks, with four chairs at each. You were the only one at your table. The bell finally rang and after the morning announcements, the dean walked in with the two boys following
suit.

“Good morning. This is Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. They will be in your class for the remainder of the year. Be sure to make them feel welcomed,” The dean announced to the class before nodding to the teacher and then taking his leave. The teacher turned to the two boys, welcomed them, then pointed to
the open seats next to yours. You internally groaned as they sat down. You liked being by your lonesome. The taller of the two, Stu, reached his hand out with a wide grin. You looked from his hand to his face, to Billy’s face. He had the same look on his face as he did the first time you met eyes. You realized what that
look was. He was studying you. Both Brahms and Hannibal used to do it when you first met. You looked back at Stu’s hand. Calluses on his palms, probably a knife of some sort, just like Micheal’s. If you looked
close enough you could see traces of blood under his nails. You cocked an eyebrow at the two of them. They were killers too, no doubt. But who?

At lunch, you and Lachlan sat together at your table. No one else wanted to sit with you. Girls would come over to flirt with the ginger but never stay long. You were halfway listening to whatever Lachlan was rambling on about. You were spaced out thinking about the new boys. If they were killers, did they move
because they were almost caught? Or were they looking for new victims? Before you could even begin brainstorming, the sound of two trays hitting the table made you jump out of your deep space. Looking up you saw Billy and Stu. The latter of the two seemed to be the one with all the energy. He was just about
bouncing in his seat. You sighed and held back the urge to drop your head on the table. “Heya Y/n, other person,” Stu said happily. Lachlan gave half a smile and his name before throwing you a confused look. “So, Y/n,” It was Billy this time. This was the first time you even heard him speak so you tried not to look
so surprised. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Shivers ran down your spine. You knew who they were. Ghostface. You’d read the stories about them.

You stood up quickly and grabbed your tray. So you were right. You blocked out Stu and Lachlan’s confused voices and dropped your tray at the drop-off and headed to your locker. You knew how a killer's mind worked. Hell, you lived with a hefty hand full of them. They would be following you. Once at your locker, you leaned against the door with your arms crossed and watched the corner you just walked around. Sure enough, a minute later both boys came around. They froze seeing you waiting for them. You stared them down and lifted your hand to make a beckoning motion. Both of them made their way to you. They stopped two feet away from you. Stu kept his head down while Billy stared with a challenging look. Before he could say anything, you beat him to it. “You have questions, I have answers. First and foremost, does ‘The Flash’ exist in your time?”