Play Along With It

You're a Killer

(HOLY SHIT!!! Ok, this has nothing to do with the chapter, but HOLY SHIT SEAN PATRICK FLANERY IS 49!!!!!!!! HOW IS THAT ALMOST 50?!?!?!?! ^^^ Jesus Norman and Sean will look hot even when they're 70!!!)

Suddenly, the door opened. I dropped the phone and faced the intruder. Norman was holding my bag in one hand. In the other, he held two sodas. When he saw the look of terror and horror in my eyes, and his phone laying on the bed, he sighed.

"Now you know what I am." He stated. I started trembling again. He signed once again, and sat down on the edge of the bed. I scooted away from him. Norman pulled out a box of cigarettes, and took one out. So he was a druggie! He lit it, making a small stream of smoke come up from the bud. He took a long drag from it before blowing it out. The sunlight slanting through the window let me see the smoke easily. The grey clouds swirled around in the air, before eventually evaporating into nothing. The room was filled with the stench of smoke, making my virgin lungs cough. Norman noticed, and got up. Making his way over to the window, he unlocked it and cracked it open. Then he turned back to me, and sat on the bed once more.

"Suppose you're wondering why I haven't killed you yet." He muttered, taking another drag. I watched as he made smoke rings and threw them into the air, where they faded to nothing but stench.

"Yeah. I guess." I mumbled, pulling my knees into my chest.

"I don't kill girls." He stated, tapping the butt of the cigarette. "I only kill people who kill or hurt others."

"Like those three guys?" I demanded. He nodded.

"Yeah. Like I said last night; I don't like seeing young girls get raped." He muttered.

"So you kill rapists." I concluded. He nodded again. "Are you proud of that?"

He shrugged. "It feels good knowing that I just helped a young girl. Not that I killed someone."

"Why do you do it?" I asked.

"Protect some people. Y'know, one less rape. One less girl traumatized for the rest of her life." He stated. "That's how I like to think about it." One question kept gnawing at my stomach.

"How long have you been doing it?"

He shrugged his shoulders again. "'Bout 20 some years. Been doing it for a long time."

I shuddered again. Just knowing that he's killed people for years was horrifying. He noticed. "You're fine. I was gonna do more than just slash those guys' tires." He admitted. My eyes went wide. So he was gonna kill them either way...

"So you're a killer. How have they not caught you yet?" I demanded.

"I dump the bodies in sewers or rivers. Water decays the flesh, and removes most of the evidence. And I'm sneaky at it." He explained.

"What're you going to do with Buffy and Twig?" I asked. As much as I hated to admit it, he was intriguing me with his world.

"Same. Throw 'em into a river." He stated.

"What're you gonna do to me then?" I questioned, a feeling of dread in my stomach.

Norman shrugged. "You can do whatever you want. I've done what I can." Then he got up, his cigarette in his mouth, and made his way over to the door. He opened it, and left the room. Left me alone with my thoughts.

So he kills for good, in a way. Kinda like Edward in twilight. I'll admit one thing; it's kinda sweet. In a way. Not that I'd recommend people to kill others. But the fact that he wants to preserve some girls' innocence makes my heart warm slightly. And it's not like he's stealing from children. He's protecting girls.

I got up, and grabbed my bag. Grabbing the bottle of Coke as well, I stepped outside. The morning sun quickly warmed my black leather jacket, and I made my way to my Harley. Taking the jacket off, I hung it over my seat, and opened the bottle of soda. Taking a sip of the acidic liquid, I couldn't help but think.

He is a good guy. As far as I know. He did save me twice. He's nice enough. Probably lonely too. Maybe I could join him too? Save some girls from trauma.

I shrugged my shoulders. Not like I had anything better to do.

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I had to wait about an hour before I saw Norman coming back around the building. He looked genuinely surprised to see me standing by our bikes. When he approached me, I approached him as well. Before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I want in." I declared. His hands moved to my hips, sending shivers down my spine.

"What do you mean?" He murmured.

"I want to help you. Protect girls, save lives potentially, stuff like you." I stated, pinching his long dark brown hair between my fingers. He smiled slightly. He kissed my lips gently, and I kissed back. His lips moved across my cheek, to just below my ear.

"You sure about that?" He asked, pressing his body against mine. Despite him being a murderer, I didn't mind it much.

"Yeah." I groaned. He placed his lips below my ear, and I felt him smile slightly. He kissed along my jawline, towards my waiting lips. Before they met though, he pressed his forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes. His crystal blue eyes sending shivers down my spine. Good shivers.

"If you're sure about it..." He trailed off, brushing my nose with his. His lips barely brushed mine, making my breath hitch. I wanted a kiss so badly by this point. I leaned up, catching him by surprise as my lips met his fully. He kissed back, though. My heart started racing, realizing what I had just agreed to.

I was agreeing to help him kill people.