Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

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"One day, one color, one whose just a like

A small little boy who rides his bike.

Now turned killer, holding a gun and a knife

Oh, how he wishes for a normal life.

One day, one color, poor little girl.

Why couldn't you leave the sweet precious Pearl,

Oh sad little girl, run out of time,

Now your life is on the line."

I woke up drenched in sweat. Their words turned around my head. No doubt they were talking about Joey. And myself.

They repeated the words like a scratched record. I couldn't turn them off. I couldn't drown them out. I shook my head. I couldn't dislodge the scary poem.

I was the little boy who holds the gun and the knife. Joey was the sweet precious pearl who ran out of time. She ran out of time because of me. I was the one who cut the line.

I threw my legs over the side of my bed and got dressed. My legs were slow. My body was sore. It was almost as if I was in a battle while I was asleep. Which wasn't as crazy as it sounded.

Glancing at my clock, I groaned. Not only was it a Saturday, it was also one thirty. In the morning. I knew that there was no point in going back to bed so I wandered towards the kitchen. I stepped around the pile of glass on the floor before I got a glass of water.

Taking a long gulp from the glass, there was a crash. I froze. My entire body went on alert. Somebody was in my house. Uninvited. Not many people would just waltz into my house without a purpose. Besides. Nobody would waltz in at almost two in the morning.

I reached for the baseball bat I kept hidden above the door. My blood ran cold and for once the voices shut up. Soft and heavy footfalls echoed through my home. My grip around the bat tightened. I swallowed back the fear.

Sneaking my way out of view from the entryway, I waited. My stomach had twisted itself into knots. I bit my lip and held my breath.

And then, a shadow walked past me.

I swung. The bat hit its target with a sickening crack. I gritted my teeth and swung again. This time the intruder had suspected this. They duck and landed a blow to my stomach. The bat in my hands fell to the floor. And the stranger had me in a choke hold.

"Come on, Lukey. Really? A bat? To take on your old man?" He whispered in my ear.

Of course. Now it made sense. He had watched Joey pull me into my home. He had waited to make sure that I lived here. And then he watched me get driven to the hospital. Which is why he left the flowers. And sometime between that visit and my arrival back home, he had left another vase. Another bouquet of flowers.