Cry for me

6 To kill or not to kill

I got to have some fun watching her kill her father, but I needed her knocked out so I could get my things that I hid on the second floor of the library. She was useless to me now. I grabbed my lighter and lit up a book before using the flame to light my cigarette. The lit-up book was flung into another stack of books and I watched as they too took on a different shape as the flames engulfed them. The lazy cops should've been here investigating the crime scene, but they didn't care enough to show up early so now they'd have something beautiful to show up to.

I felt my phone buzz, so I turned around towards Alice slumped over next to her father. The bastard was strong I had to give him that! His chest was slowly rising and falling as he took shallow breaths. His ribs were probably broken by the looks of it. It didn't really matter to me. If he was lucky the police would show up before the building went up in flames and if he wasn't, he'd get cremated for free.

I grabbed Alice and threw her unconscious body over my shoulder while taking another swing from my cigarette. I walked out of the library before grabbing Alice's hand to close the door again so the smoke couldn't escape the building. Sean was parked right by the door and no one was around to see us. I threw Alice in the trunk of the car and nodded at Sean.

''You know where to drop her off right? I'll finish the job later.''
I didn't need to wait for his answer as I walked off. I could've made it look like the perfect crime scene if I just left her there with her father, but instead, I had her taken to my hiding spot. I had a soft spot for Alice as all the memories always came flooding back when I was around the crybaby.

''Don't cry Kev! Don't fucking cry! Why are you always crying? You're always crying like you've seen pain! You haven't seen half of the pain that you caused me, but don't worry. I'll show you!''

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Crying meant more pain.

My phone ringing shook me out of my thoughts, I immediately picked up and listened.

''I said you can keep them here for a little bit. It's been two days and they smell! Get them out of my classroom. I don't care how you do it, but I want them out now!''

Who is even in the closet and when did I discuss this nonsense?

Yesterday. Right! Yesterday?

I rolled my eyes and pulled the hood of my hoody even tighter over my head. No one was ever patient these days. It's like people are so used to instant gratification that they can't even wait for what's essentially a work of art. I quickly marched to Johnson's science classroom. The smell of death filled the classroom with its all-too-familiar stench.

No one was in the big empty room that seemed to be endless because of the whole window wall that stared right into the hidden woods behind the school. I moved to the front of the room and rolled my eyes at the little nameplate on Johnson's desk. Next to her nameplate was a set of keys that I grabbed before moving to the tiny closet.

There they were; Alexia and Mariam, with bloody tears on their cheeks, crammed together in the tiny closet. They were tied together and placed in a trash can that was leaning against the wall and their bodies seemed beaten and bruised which was strange. On closer inspection, Alexia's bloody tears that coloured her now pale and cold cheeks weren't artfully placed or thought out like a tattoo. Her cheeks held deep scars which appeared red, tick and elevated. I missed it at first because their long and silky-looking hair that they liked to flip around was now missing big chunks. This wasn't just a kill to kill, because it looked... too angry and violent to match the right M.O.

I took another step towards them only then noticing the note that was taped to Mariam's lukewarm hand.

Your turn
PS: Air their dirty laundry

I looked outside the closet window and quickly dragged the trash out, with my now gloved hands, into the classroom once I noticed that no one was around. Air their dirty laundry? How? I glanced around and smirked at the sight of the large window near the teacher's desk. They were already tied together but it was difficult to pull them out of the trashcan, fitting, I guess. Luckily The large windows looked out to the many trees at the back of the school, so I didn't really worry about being seen as I opened the windows. There was a ledge, just big enough for me to stand on, so I grabbed some of the access rope that was tied to the middle of the trashcan and tied it to the heavy-looking bookshelf that was behind the teacher's desk. I carefully grabbed the trashcan and lifted it out of the window. The bottom was leaning on the outside walls and the side was leaning on the ledge and I pushed it further to the side until I could see the tension in the rope build

They were now leaning against the ledge so they couldn't be seen immediately after someone entered the room and it wasn't as messy as having them drop down. That would be a pain in the ass to clean up, and I'd feel sorry for the dude that had to deal with their mess.

I heard some sounds from outside of the classroom so I quickly stepped on the ledge and moved to the side over the trash can into the part that was completely covered by bricks so that I could see inside the classroom without being seen. Someone entered the classroom and I couldn't see who it was, because I was distracted by the soft and slow movements coming from the now-suspended trashcan. I guess that was why her hand wasn't cold.

I could hear what sounded like the closet door open and I shook my head at Mariam. Holding on to the wall with one hand I moved the other one in front of my lips, but I could see from her red eyes that she wasn't going to listen, so I pressed my back tighter to the wall knowing that unless someone completely leaned out of the window I couldn't be seen. Mariam foolishly started to scream thinking whoever was in the classroom might help her. I moved my whole body away, so it was hidden by the pillar and I nearly fell as the snow made the ledge slippery. I looked outside in time to see a head pop out of the window. Soft curses could be heard before I saw a sharp silver knife moving over the rope. Mariam's horrified eyes met mine as the blade moved back and forth but in a crazy twist of fate, the blade seemed to slip away and crash into the ground 10 feet away from where we were.

''For god sake!'' I could hear movement, the classroom door closed, and I heard the door lock.

''Help please!'' Mariam's soft begs didn't stop. She had somehow managed to wiggle her way up a bit revealing her tied-up hands. I slowly grabbed my utility knife from my back pocket and looked at Mariam before I started working on her hand. There was no way! She was completely tied up as far as I could see, and I wasn't going to risk my life for hers.

''Good luck, your hands are free so you can fend for yourself now.''

I wasn't willing to risk my life for her. So, I quickly started climbing down the pillar while holding on for dear life ignoring her protest. I kept climbing until I was close enough to jump. I braced myself for the fall and took it like a man, but I couldn't celebrate for long before the trash came crashing down right in front of me. I looked up and smirked, the window was open, and I could see a figure leaning out the window. The trash can was crashed for the most part revealing that I was right about the mess, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be as there was only one dead body.

I quickly walked away acting like I was unaware of the very alive Mariam that was now desperately clinging to the pillar where I had been standing minutes before.

My phone buzzed again.

You're getting sloppier and NOTHING makes me angrier.