Crazy Eights

Chapter 16

        I was baffled. I had went to jail as a child, I was a murder, I was in a house of murders. None of it made sense, I'm not sure it ever will though. I walked out of the study, everything neatly placed in my bag, and I walked down stairs in the kitchen where everyone was sat, talking. When I walked in, everyone turned to stare at me. Simon was the first to say anything, "You look like hell Joyce" He said, I ignored his comment and walked over to the table.

        "Okay, I have found some answers. Not many, but some. I have 2 different journals." I said, pulling them out of my bag. "I have files, on children that are now dead." I said, pulling them out and laying them on the table in front of me. "I have our psychiatric and police records and blood vials that are labeled." I said, laying everything out on the table, everyone looked at me, a mixture of shock, fear and confuison on all of their faces.

        "What do you want us to do with them?" Chase asked, putting his coffee cup to the side. Everyone looked at me with anticipation. "I have found out many things from looking through these, but I can not figure everything out myself." I said. "We all need to look through these, because I have had flashbacks from reading these, and I want to see if maybe you guys do to. I know some of this stuff is shocking, and you may not beleive it all. But if we want to uncover these secrets then we need to work together." I said, feeling like I'd just given a speech at a high school reunion or something.

        "Can I help?" A male voice said, from the doorway. I jumped and spun around quickly, praying it wasn't a killer. "Who are you? Do we know you?" I asked. He smiled slightly, showing his less than perfect teeth.

        "My name is Thomas, you may know me as Tommy. I am Carrie's younger brother. After you killed my sister" He said, pointing at Chase, "I ran away, you don't remember your childhood, but I know some parts of it." He said, he was only 18 or so. I walked over to him and hugged him. He hugged me back.

        "I am so sorry, I don't know what we were thinking back then" I said, tears running out of my eyes. He pulled away, and flashed me a reassuring smile. "I do not blame you for the actions of others. You tried to stop Chase from killing my sister, but he was just to strong." He said. I forced a smile through my tears, and wiped them away with the back of my hand.

        "I did not kill anyone!" Chase said, his voice rising slightly. I spun around quickly, "Chase calm down, we are all going to figure this out." I said, grabbing Tommy's hand and leading him to the table. He took a seat next to me and we began looking through files, and newspapers.

        "You see, you and Simon found me and Carrie when I was 4 years old. You tried to convince Simon to leave us alone, but he forced you to go and get Chase." Tommy said, grabbing my right arm, and pushing the green sleeve up revealing my pale arm, and a long purple scar. "You got this scar when Chase tried to kill me. He was about to slit my throat, but you jumped in front of me, and he ended up cutting your arm, all the way down to the bone" Tommy said, and I looked over at Chase, wondering if he was still dangerous.

        "Chase was the leader of your gang, the Crazy Eights. I had escaped that day, but when I was 8, you guys were all down by the creek, singing a song. I can't remeber the lyrics now, but I remember being afraid. I stepped of an branch, and Luke found me. He dragged me to the lake, and tried to drown me. He didn't succeed, obviosluy, you always stopped them." He said, smiling down at me. I smiled back.

        "So....I mean we really are killers" Luke said, looking naesaus. I nodded and he ran over to the trash can, throwing up.

        "Look, this is bullshit!" Chase said, flipping over the chair."Carrie was here a few days ago! She was only killed a few days ago, there is no fucking way that we killed her!" He yelled, Tommy seemed to edge away, so I ran over to him and held him back as best I could, but he slapped me, and I fell to the floor.

        "W-what? You see her to?" Tommy asked, his eyes seeming to fill with a mixture of  feeling undesioheravl feelings. "I see her to, but I thought I was the only one. Do you know who killed her?" He asked, grabbing my wrist tightly. "I do not now......none of us do. All we know is that we found Aveline dead to" I said. And he smiled hugging me tightly.

        "I stayed with Aveline right after I escaped. This means you see them to, and that I am not the only one!" He said, his eyes filling with glee. I smiled, confused slightly, but happy that he was happy.

        "Chase calm down!" Luke yelled, he ran over to chase and held him down, until he calmed down. "Why can't I remember any of this?" Simon asked, looking at me. I shrugged, having the same question.

        "I know this is a lot to take in" I started, and Chase glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

     "You're damn right this is a lot to take in! We just found out we were cold blooded psycotic homicidal maniac kids!" Chase yelled, Simon talked to him a minute, calming  him down.

        He continued telling me these things, up until the sky became dark, and there was no light to read any longer.        

"Would you like to stay Tom?" I asked, using the name he perferred now.

        "No thank-you. Excuse me for saying so, but I do not trust anyone here besides you anymore than I did a decade ago." He said. I nodded, understanding why. "I will however come back tomorrow." He said, we hugged, said our farewhells, and then he left.

        "Let's go to bed, we can discuss this in the morning" I said, everyone nodded. We didn't find out much, but we did find a few things out.

-We may not remeber anything due to the experiments that were done on us

-Chase is a bad-ass.

-We all see dead people as if they are alive.

-Tommy is alive.

-Lucielle is supposed to be dead, but no one besides me even cares.

-We have killed 41 people, and there is only 40 files because we didn't write one for Aveline.