Something Sinister • Ethan Landry

PART XXV

Watching her arm raise and her eyes turn a darker shade Ethan closed his eyes, there was no other proof he could've given aside from his word. His father clearly wasn't going to be truthful and even his sister stood silently, he couldn't blame Mallory considering he was the one picking off her friendship group one by one. Why would she choose to believe him after all that. Why would anyone. He hardly believed himself anymore. The only thing he was certain of was the feelings he held for Mallory. It had been such a short period of time and yet the only feel he could feel was her. He came here for Richie but he wanted to stay for Mallory.

In the very brief moment he'd had he thought of his father. His father was here for Richie and Ethan and Quinn were his props to ensure all was running smoothly. He stood here eyes closed waiting for Mallory to take his life knowing he wouldn't be able to stop her but his father would. He'd heard Quinn's distant yelp in an attempt to save him but his father had done nothing aside from stand back and watch. Ethan had always known Richie was his favourite, so had Quinn if they were honest but this was different. His father had already lost a son and now he was doing nothing to save his second son.

The slicing of flesh could be heard by everyone in the room, once before a dying curdling scream followed. Ethan opened his eyes looking down at himself, no knife. He lifted his head to see Mallory standing over Leslie Macher who now had a knife deep inside her chest. Mallory had been splattered in red which only made Ethan want her more than he already had.

She believed him.

Leslie Macher stared up at the girl who had just signed her death certificate, "stupid— little—" the coughs were coming out with a deep red blood splatter between every word, "bitch—" she stopped trying and somewhat failing to take a breath as Mallory pulled the knife out, "I was your— mother—"

Mallory stood back not daring to look at anyone else, "No you weren't" she scoffed, "even when I believed you to be, you were no mother to me" lifting her foot she kicked back the woman who had already fallen to her knees.

Ethan took the time to snatch the knife in her hand back, walking around the scene he'd helped to cause to stand by his father once again.

"You were going to let her kill me?" His voice was low, but not low enough to be unheard by the others.

"I knew she wouldn't son"

Did you? He'd wanted to ask, because from where he'd been stood it sure as shit didn't seem like it. It seemed like he was happy to be killing two birds with one stone.

To him it looked as if Mallory hadn't cared for his movement, his running toward his father. She still stared down at the woman she'd nearly gutted, then she let out a laugh, a laugh which everyone assumed to be due to what she'd done until she looked toward Bailey, "you knew I wouldn't?" She repeated his words gaining a stern nod from the detective, "I'd kill the woman who raised me but never the guy who lied to me" she was now looking at Ethan who hadn't known whether to be scared or turned on.

Tara's hand wrapped itself around Mallory's wrist pulling her gently toward the two sisters.

"I'm sorry Mal" Tara's whisper had her snap her head away from Ethan and turn to the two girls who both held sympathetic smiles. Well now her and Sam were in the same fucked up boat.

"Whatever it takes?" Sam whispered.

"Whatever it takes." Tara and Mallory both repeated at the same time.

"I can distract him" Mallory followed up with a whisper as the three girls began to back away, "I'm going to run the opposite direction — have two got the others?" With a nod from both girls mallory took that as her sign to go ahead. Bailey had started wittering on about why they were here, who he was and how Sam was a killer but Mallory hardly listened. She had been too focused on the door by the stage to her left.