I Am Elvis

Chapter 12 Trust No One

Leah looked at Michael's bloody body in horror, "What do we do?" "I-I don't know...I can't believe this is happening...not Lisa," I said, my breath getting shaky. Lisa approached us with an evil grin, much like Priscilla's, "Oh, hello," she chuckled, "There's my scythe! I've been looking for it." She grabbed it from my hands. "Lisa, did you do this?" I asked. Lisa nodded and laughed, "Why yes I did! Aren't you proud of me, dad?" "No! This is a terrible thing you've done!" I cried. "Well...I can't take much credit...I'm not entirely in control of my actions," Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Elvis, she's possessed! What are we gonna do?" Leah gasped. "There's nothing you can do," Lisa giggled, "EXCEPT BE MY VICTIMS!! HAHAHA!" "RUN!!" I screamed, taking Leah's hand. We ran downstairs, I tripped over a brick on the steps, "AAAAAHH!!" I hit my head against the brick, my nose bled. Leah quickly helped me up, "Are you okay?" "I'm fine, we gotta keep running! SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" We ran to an elevator, I pushed the button but it was taking so long to open. "Come on, come on, come on, HURRY!" Leah grunted. Lisa was starting to get closer, swinging her scythe around, "I realize that it was disrespectful for me to lie to mom and disobey her commands...so I better finish the job!"

"NOO!! LISA YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!" I cried. "ELVIS THE DOOR!!" Leah grabbed my arm as the door started to open, and we ran inside. Lisa started to head for us, as the door started to close, she stuck the blade of her scythe through the small crack. I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth, her scythe was so close to me, I backed up. I heard Lisa growl as she pulled her scythe out of the crack and the elevator started to go down. I stood in the corner of the elevator, crying into my hands. Leah came over and put her arms around me, "E-Elvis, I-'m so sorry about Lisa." I sniffled, "Why did this have to happen? Why!?"

"I...don't know," she bit her lip, "But we're gonna have to find a way to stop her...Elvis, we might need to kill her." I looked at Leah, my eyes widened, I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I can't kill my own daughter! "No...no I don't wanna kill her, we have to let her live," I sobbed. "Elvis, it's either kill or be killed! Do you want her to kill you? If you get killed then your soul will be trapped here forever," Leah said. I sobbed and stuttered, almost incoherently, "I-I-I j-just- I-I.." "Oh, come here," Leah sighed, taking me in her arms and hugging me, "You're so sweet and caring...you don't deserve this..you don't belong here, we're gonna get through this together."

"T-thank you," I sniffled, my breath shook with every word. A couple minutes later, the elevator stopped and the door opened, Parker stood there holding a gun. "Hello there," he grinned. "Please no," I gasped, looking at the gun. "Parker, don't shoot Elvis!" Leah exclaimed. "I'm not gonna shoot him," Parker chuckled, "I'm gonna shoot you," he pointed the gun at Leah. "NO! DON'T!" I cried, quickly shielding Leah from him. "You best get out of the way, my boy, if you don't want to get shot!" Parker hissed. "Make me," I growled. Parker pushed me to the ground and pointed the gun at me. "Any last words?" He grinned. "I love you, Leah," I said quietly. "UGH!!" Leah grunted, throwing herself on top of Parker. "AAAHH!! GET OFF!!" Parker screeched. Leah kept punching him in the face until his face was all bloody and bruised.

She struggled to take the gun from him. "NO!! STOP!!" Parker cried, gripping onto the gun. "LET IT GO!!" Leah growled, ripping it out of his hands. Before Leah could shoot him, Parker pounced on top of her, wrestling with her. He grabbed her by the throat, choking her as hard as he could. Leah's eyes watered, her face turned red, "S-stop...E-Elvis..h-h-he-help," she coughed. His grip was so tight, that she started to become weak, she dropped the gun on the floor. I grabbed the gun, my hands trembling, I pointed it at Parker, I closed my eyes as I pulled the trigger. "AAAAAAAH!!!" Parker screamed as the bullet went through his head, the blood splattered all over the walls.

Leah slowly opened her eyes and looked around, hyperventilating, she looked at me and gulped quietly, "Thank you for saving me, dream guy," she smiled. "I love you," I hugged her. "I love you too," she giggled, hugging back. "Let's go," I sighed in relief. We walked out the door, Lisa sat in a chair, she wasn't holding a weapon or anything. "Hello," she said in a quiet, deadpan tone, "I'm sorry for trying to kill you...I was possessed." "I forgive you," I smiled softly. "What about you, Leah? Do you forgive me?" She asked. "Sure," Leah shrugged. "Thank you," Lisa said. "Are you alright, Lisa?" I asked. "Why yes," Lisa replied, still with little emotion.