Psycho Killer

Take 8: Splitting Up & Complete Fucking Insanity

Enid's POV:

I'm beginning to regret asking the group if we could travel up to Kip's dorm together. We've already agreed prior to this moment that sticking together is the best thing to do, but I think everyone had staying within the cafeteria in mind.

With all of us moving quietly through the snow, trying not to poke our noses into anything that isn't our task, it is deathly silent outside. It's snowing lightly but there aren't any winds to keep us company.

Jodee came over to Tina and me when I spoke up to the room, taking her hand and holding her close, just as she needed. I've never been more thankful for someone's ability to read me. More than anything right now, I need Tarek. I need my arms wrapped around his as we move through the night. Jodee saw right through me as soon as I asked about Kip's clothes.

"Guys." Tina stutters. "Don't you think we should get Olivier some clothes, too?" Tina questions as we arrive at the dormitories.

"Who?" Afryea asks, walking to Kiren's side with her arms wrapped around herself.

"Mr. Hendriks." Tina corrects herself. "He'll need clothes too."
"You're right," Jodee speaks up. "I'm going to say the stupid thing and vote we split up."
"Oh god." Afryea grimaces.

"We'll split into three. Who here is okay with spiders?" Tarek asks.
"I am." Jodee volunteers. "And Tina can help pick out the clothes for Hendriks."
"Alright. You and Tina go to Hendrik's. Kerin and Afryea go for Kip. Enid and I will stay out here and keep an eye and ear out."
"Okay." The agreement to these instructions is hesitant at best, but there's no room for argument. Everyone just wants to be back inside as soon as possible. I watch both pairs head inside the dormitories. They'll only need to split once they get to Kip's floor.

"Hey. How are you doing?" Tarek puts his hand on my cheek, directing my gaze to him. He's never done this before. My entire body is screaming this little fact at me. Then there are two hands cupping my face.

"I'm holding up." I place my hands over his own, unable to believe they're actually there.
"This is all starting to freak me out, Enid." He whispers. "Things are getting out of hand fast."
"I know," I reassure. "But we'll be okay. Unless this is a horror film, then you'll die from a heart attack, and I'll get myself a boy-toy."
"Seriously?" He smiles, chuckling at me. "That's all you can think about right now? How you would totally screw the psycho killer?"
"Yeah. Anything to not think about the actual scary stuff." I nod. "I don't think you can judge. Are you going to deny that you've been thinking about brownies since this all started?"
"I'd be lying if I did." His smile grows wider.
"Good, because I have a gift for you." I dig into my coat pocket and pull out a small bag of brownies. "Made and saved you some for emergencies."

"God, why haven't I married you yet?" Tarek pulls me in, capturing my lips with his own for the briefest of kisses. The smile is a reflex. The rest of me remains frozen.

"Holy shit," Tarek swears, grabbing me by the hand. He drags me behind him, hiding down the alley between the dorms and the literature wing.

"Enid, there's someone out there." He whispers, between the thumping in my ears and the banging in my chest, I don't know what to concentrate on. "Enid, you need to listen. I'm going to confront them. When I do, I need you to run somewhere safe. Anywhere. Go find Kip and Hendriks in the showers." He holds my cheeks again, presses his lips to my forehead and rushes out into the open.

"Hey." He shouts. "What the fuck?" The air of panic surrounding his words isn't lost on me. Sounds meet my ears, but none of them are words, just screams, slashes and stabs. I go to step out, biting down on my lip to hold in the inevitable cries.

The doors to the dormitories open first. Two female screams echo from the doorway. Yells follow from upstairs and a screech I'm sure is Afryea pierces my ears. I jump out of the alley, forcing myself to face reality. Jodee and Tina are running in my direction.
"Enid, come on, we've got to go." Both of them are crying, trying to grasp my hand and move me on. "Enid please."
"Tarek?" I blubber. The tall figure is taking slow steps to advance on us. Behind him, the snow is dyed red. The outer circle is bright, whilst the ground under the body gets darker and darker. There are no facial features to recognise, not enough left of his hands to see, but his blue flannelette, now torn and not so blue, confirms that it is him.

I can feel the twitches in my body. I don't have the strength to fight the girls being strung behind them, but my limbs are too weak to continue. All I can see is the body.
"Go," I say to them as I turn to the masked killer storming toward me. I'm doing nothing but slowing them down.
"Enid." They both scream. "No. Come on."

"Run." I use the dying core within me to scream it so loud that they cannot help but listen. They're gone in seconds, diving inside the first building that offers them safety. The psycho killer who murdered Tarek wraps his hand around my throat.

"Seriously?" ... "That's all you can think about right now? How you would totally screw the psycho killer?" That chuckle haunts my head. Something snaps.

"Harder." I laugh as he backs me against the wall, grip tightening around my throat. "I've read about better BDSM from an 80-year-old." Cackling, which makes him strangle tighter. I throw my arms around his neck, admiring the red eyes of the mask, the pale painted skin. The smile is wide across it, almost cut into the surface. I can hear the heavy breathing of the guy behind it.

I pull him in, pressing my lips to the mask's mouth and kiss it like I kissed my first boyfriend in grade seven. If a mask could return a kiss, this would be it, the hard surface pushing up against my affection. I jump on instinct, legs hooking around his waist. My lips never detach from his. One hand remains around my neck, the other roams the rest of my body, grabbing at whatever feels good to him from behind his disguise. It flashes through my mind as he begins to grind against me, that it could be Kyong, Ewan or Hendriks behind this mask. That Kip could be just as dead as Tarek. There's a deep groan from the psycho killer's throat.

His hand slides under the waistband of my pyjama pants, rubbing me through my underwear. My hand follows his actions on his body, a moan leaving my lips upon sizing him up. The knife that killed my best friend cuts at my pants, getting them out of the way, and in seconds, the psycho killer is inside me. We move in a rough pattern. It's terrible and yet feels so good. As he continues thrusting, his hand still working, it doesn't take much for me to feel the pleasure building, and I sense myself reaching my dreaded climax. The overwhelming relief causes me to tremble violently.

As I do, I realize where I am and what the fuck I'm doing. I slam my hand against his shoulders, push his face, do anything to get him away from me. It's only moments before he's no longer inside me, pants zipped, and the only place we're connected is his hand around my neck. I'm thrown to the snowy ground, but the strike of the knife I'm expecting never comes.

The psycho killer is walking away from me. My brain can't function in a way that tells me if I just instinctually saved my life or if I'm heading towards complete fucking insanity.

Lying in the snow, looking over at Tarek's body. A pathetic sob leaves my lips. I cry but don't move, can't move, for his death is debilitating. I don't move when I hear the sound of a scream or the breaking of a window. Hoping whatever's gone through it will land on me and end this soul-sucking pain.

But it lands next to me with a soul-crushing crunch as Afryea hits the ground, breaking her neck and killing her instantly. I can see her bones sticking out of her back in several places. There isn't going to be a single patch of snow that isn't stained red tonight.