Please (H2OVanoss) BOOK 1

Chapter 12

Jonathan's POV:
How could someone else know? That's impossible. Unless one of the guys told somebody. No they wouldn't do that. They're too loyal to one another.

After school I followed the noted instructions and walked out behind the school at 3. I had to give Evan an excuse as to why I'm not riding home with him.

I walked back behind the school and saw nobody there.

I shrugged and staRted to walk back the way I came when I got pushed to the ground.

"Well, well, well. You actually showed!" I turned to face my blackmailer.

"Sark." I smirked. He's from one of the other gangs in our school. "What is it that you know about me? Are you sure you were told the truth, and not some rumors?" He looked at me dead in the eye. "Oh I know you kill people. It's obvious. A boy who's father 'mysteriously' disappears after the murder of his mother? Jon, come on. We all saw this coming," he scoffed.

"So," he started "I have a job for you. If you do this job for me, I'll keep your little secret to myself. If not, it'll go to everyone in the school, and then it'll go to everyone in town." I shook my head, "I don't kill anymore, Sark."

He laughed and took out his phone. "I can tweet your secret right now if you want me to." He smiled.

I had to think about Evan and the guys. If he sent that out, they'd be too embarrassed to stick around with me. They'd go to jail for keeping me a secret. I can't do that to them.

"Fine. Who?"

He smirked, "Ohm."

"What? Ohm's your best friend!"

"Was. He was my best friend. Until we did a job together and I didn't get my cut. So he has to pay me back, with his life." He laughed at his remark.

I sighed and nodded. "Okay, when."

"Tonight."

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Evan's POV:
I sat in silence as I did my homework. Worrying about Jon, obviously. Why'd he not come home yet? Where is he?

He's probably with Marcel or something. I'm just overreacting.

After my homework I got onto GTA V with the guys. Marcel was on also.

"How's it going with Jonathan, Marcel?"

"He's a dick but I don't hate him."

"What'd he do this time?" I laughed.

"He broke my friggin nose! You were there, Evan!"

"Wait, he's with you isn't he?"

"What? No. Why'd he be with me? Why isn't he with you?!" Marcel yelled, obviously angry that nobody knew where Jon, the serial killer, was.

"Shit." I whispered.

I turned off the game and then my Xbox. I have to find him. I thought to myself as I'm putting on my red jacket.

Jon's POV:

Before I left Sark's place I asked him, "Why do you want ME to do this? Couldn't you find someone else?"

He laughed. "Hellz no! You're a skilled killer Jon. You're good enough to do this. I trust you. Not really, but kinda." He smiled.

I never really liked Sark. He was a good guy, but when he wanted you to do 'jobs' for him, he went crazy. He's killed before. Why couldn't he do it? I decided not to push the questions on him.

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I walked into the bar to where Ohm was at. Luckily he won't notice I'm there.

As he walked out, not noticing me, I followed him until he came to a stop.

"Jon! How's it going? What are you doing here?" He smirked. He knew exactly why I was here.

"I'm here to kill you. A job for a friend."

"Oh, so you and Sark are friends now, eh?" He laughed. "We both know you're not going to kill me, Jonathan." He started to walk away when I grabbed my knife.

"That's what you think." I started to go for his back when he grabbed my wrist.

"Jonny..come on. Just leave."

He let go and walked away, I turned around in defeat.

I felt someone grab the hood of my blue hoodie and throw me to the ground. I knew Ohm wasn't going to leave like that. Why was I so stupid?

I probably got a multiple scratches from hitting the ground. As I was on the ground, Ohm got on top of me and started punching my face with his fists. I had to kill him or he and Sark would kill me.

I tried to roll him off of my so I was on top, but he wouldn't budge.

"You can't win today, Jon." He chuckled as he continued hitting me.

That's when I couldn't take it anymore. I suddenly got super strong and pushed him off of me. He hit the ground with a thud and mumbled something I couldn't quite make out.

I then got on top of him, on the sidewalk at 11 PM, and started punching him harder than he punched me. He deserves it.

I then grabbed my knife and put it to his throat. "I think I'm winning now, Ohm." I smirked. His eyes filled with terror as I slit his throat.

I covered his mouth to stop him from screaming. The blood poured out of his neck and onto the ground making a puddle of blood.

After Ohm was done bleeding, I picked him up and put him into one of the dumpsters in the alley.

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Evan's POV:
"I've called him seven fucking times Tyler! He won't answer!"

I called Tyler over to my place to help with Jon. He didn't exactly know what to do.

"Maybe, we should just leave him be for a little bit? Just give him some space? He's been through a lot, Evan."

Tyler's been telling me the same thing for hours. Maybe he's right? No Evan. He's not. Jon's your boyfriend. You have to find him.

"Fuck you then." I said and walked out of the living room to the front door.

"Evan!" Tyler called after me. I didn't care about him right now. I had to find Jon. When I find him, I'm not letting him out of my sights again.