The killer I helped

Chapter three

I walk into my bedroom after getting a bath I put on a black shirt a size to big for me and a pair of long pj pants, I remember the doctor said I can take my bandages off so I take my shirt off and start to take the bandages off I wince at the pain but get it off.

I look at the words carved into my abdomen it's low so I have to pull my trousers down a bit to see it
'Fucking copycat.' I say out loud not thinking anyone would hear me but someone did. I was about to put my shirt back on as I closed my eyes to put it over my head I feel someone wrapping their arm around me tightly restring my hands

I look and it's the copycat holding a knife to my neck. 'The fuck did you just call me?' He said menacingly
'A copycat cat. What you got hearing loss?' I chuckle as his grip gets tighter 'is this funny to you? Or are you just a sick freak' he asked
'Both. Just don't look under my bed unless you wanna fuck me' I said not able to control my laughing
He held the knife closer a bit of blood started dripping 'jokes on you in into that' I say looking at him in the eyes the best I could
'your disgusting.' He said  not moving
'Well your the one who broke into my house killed my friend, my mom and just watched me get dressed and now your choking me while I'm shirtless and I'm pretty sure you've got a boner right now.'

'....'

He lets me go and walks to the door 'nope not today.'
'Hey, if you really wanna learn how to kill and not get caught you better learn from me. I'm the best shot you got at not getting found out.'
'Why would I listen to you?' He says with disgust in his voice 'because I've been doing this since I was 13. If you wanna learn come to the woods next Monday.'
I say as he leaves.

|| killers POV ||

Dam that boys weird..also how the fuck did he know I had a.... never mind he's crazy. He's crazy if he thinks I'll show up. I get home and take off my robe and mask....

I look in the mirror 'Jesus Scott get it together..'
It's 11pm and no ones home....

I go into the bathroom and deal with my 'problem'
As I do I think of him.why am I thinking of him. I want to kill him? But when I think of him I flashback to him getting dressed and him shirtless when he was right up on me, granted I was holding him their but he put his leg between mine. I'm sure he knew what he was doing. God.
I finished, got cleaned up and got on my bed
I just sat their thinking. What should I do.

The next day I saw him. He had no idea it was me of coarse. He had volunteered to help at the library, it was a Sunday so it was just us two and there weren't any cameras as they didn't see the point. It's a library after all.

We got new inventory, He was on the floor getting books out of a box and went to place them on the cart and went to find where they belonged I followed him and finally after an hour of us packing away books we were done. And I decided to do something.

'Hey Cory' I say walking up behind him
'Mhm?' He says turning his head
'What happened to your neck?'
'Oh nothing just fell in an unfortunate spot haha' he said with a smile it was so innocent like he was the purest thing in the world. But he isn't at all he's a murderer and fuck he's hot.

I pinned him against the wall roughly kissing him he was surprised at first but eventually kissed back I picked him up and took him to the back room and I started to take my shirt off and well.... We did a lot more then kiss

The next day corys pov

I go to the woods thinking about last night it was great fuck he looked good shirtless I thought walking into the woods and I saw...copycat.
'Wow you actually showed I'm surprised.'
'I didn't have anything better to do.'
'Oh well come on' I said leading him into the woods
'Where are we going?'
'Where I find most my victims. The camping spot' I said calmly '...i saw you with that Scott guy yesterday what was that about...'

'Awww your jealous..how cute' I say
'I'm not.' He said blankly 'surree...'
'So I never got your name.' I say lifting the silence
'The press call me John Doe.'

'Wow how original' I say sarcastically
'Hey I didn't pick it. What does the press call you. You haven't been in any recent papers.'
'Ghost. They call me ghost johnny boy maybe one day you'll have as many kills as me'

Scott's POV

'God your cocky.' I say amused at how confident he is when just yesterday he was on the library floor on his back begging for more and looking helpless.
'I'd rather be cocky then be unknown' he said with a stare.

We scouted out the camp and he told me a few pointers tonight were gonna do our first kill as a duo.