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

Running

I watched as Joey ran. This might be the last time I ever saw her. Or anyone for that matter. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that she was going to be safe. She was going to get help. Which was stupid of her. But, that meant she cared enough for me. She cared for me. No. She loved me.

It was funny how quickly things had changed. I went from wanting to kill the girl with long brown hair to falling in love with the girl who had bright green eyes and saw nothing but good in me. I went from being a killer to wanting to change. It was never about the blood or the people I killed. It was about the power. It was about wanting to be good enough for the man I called father. But, that wasn't possible. And it took me until now to figure that out.

I heard the sound of his boots cracking sticks as he chased after us. After me. I could picture the fury in his eyes. He was losing at his own game. He was losing me again.

I prayed that Joey would get out safely. If anything happened to her, I would never forgive myself. She had to be okay. She wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me. If I hadn't talked to her that first day, none of this would have happened. But, it was her who started it. It was her who wanted to talk to me. To get to know me.

"Hi, I'm Joey."

"Hi, I'm Luke."

She was wearing a band tee. Her beautiful green eyes shone in the light. The feeling that something was going to change. The realization that she had to be mine. The feeling in my stomach and chest. The snap of something inside me.

And then, she smiled.

Joey Benson. The girl I never knew I had been waiting for. The girl who came in and changed everything with a few simple words. The girl who changed me.

"Luke! I know you are out there!" He yelled.

No. No. No. You don't. You don't know where I am. You can't touch me. Or Joey.

"You have your girlfriend with you?! If you do, she's next! Ever thought that maybe it was always her?! That maybe, I never wanted you?! Maybe I only wanted Joey!"

No. No he didn't. It was never about Joey. It was about me. I had figured that out. I had known that from the beginning. I had.

I couldn't help it. I ran. I ran in no particular direction. I just knew that I had to get out of there. I had to leave. I had to find her and make sure she was okay. I had to get her to safety. No matter what. Joey came first. Joey always came first.

My feet thundered against the ground. My breath was ragged. My entire body felt like it was being torched alive. My legs were weak. My arms felt heavy at my sides. My head was spinning in a million directions.

The voices were screaming. My body was screaming. My father was screaming.

Screams. Screams echoed through the wood. I couldn't pinpoint where they were coming from. I could only hear them. Screams that echoed someone else's pain. Screams that echoed agony. Screams of confusion. Screams of anger. Screams of frustration. It was society's way of asking for help. Screams were the only thing any of us had in common.

"Come out come out wherever you are! I'm the big bad wolf who wants to play!" His voice echoed through the night.

I could see him stalking his way through the wood. HIs eyes crazed. His weapon of choice held deadly in his fingers. His heart thundering. The look of confusion and power. The ultimate decision to end it all.

I wanted to hide but, there was nowhere to go. I wanted to run but, how long till' my legs gave out? I wanted to find Joey but, that would lead him right to her.

And that was the last thing on earth I ever wanted to happen.

The only thing I wanted was for Joey to be safe. I wanted her to live her life the way she wants. If that's running away from home then oh well. If that's her never wanting anything to do with me then, I can respect her choices.

I tripped over something and landed with a thud on the ground. My face was covered in mud. I tried to stand up but, I couldn't move. I had no energy left. I had to get up. I had to. But, I couldn't.

I heard a scream and the sound pierced through my chest. My heart clenched itself in pain. There was only one sound that could ever have that effect on me. The sound was Joey's. Joey had just let out a bloodcurdling scream.

I couldn't do this. This was all my fault. It was because of me that she was out here in the woods running. It was because of me that something was terribly wrong. It was all me. Nobody else had such a crazy life follow them around. Joey could be hurt. Joey could be dead.

The thought seemed to rip me apart. It burned itself into my skull. It sunk its way into my chest. My heart.

No way was I going to let Joey die.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to my feet. I used whatever energy I had to run. I ran towards the sound. I wasn't caring about where my father could be. I wasn't caring whether or not I could die at any second. I only cared about her.

"Luke?" A voice whispered.

I stopped dead in my tracks. She was here. She was there somewhere near me. I spun around searching for her. There was absolutely no way I was going to leave her here.

And then I saw her.

She was lying there on the ground. Her precious green eyes struggling to stay open. I fell to my knees beside her. Her brown hair was soaked with sweat. I felt tears swell in my eyes.

"Oh, baby," I whispered.

This was all my fault. Here she was lying on the ground with every ounce of strength going towards her trying to breathe. She had to stay.

"Shh. I'm going to get you out of here. I promise. No! No! Don't you dare close your eyes! You stay with me, Joey! I won't let you go! Come back. Please." I cried.

My world was shattering.

And I had nothing left but, this girl.

This girl, who was slowly drifting to sleep.