The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《16》

-Darcie-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"Come on!"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

After the seventh frantic knock, the front door flew open and I ran into Steven, wrapping my arms around his tall frame.

"Where the fuck were you, Darce?" He said, eventually pulling me against him in a protective embrace, his voice relieved yet still raspy from sleep.

"I'm...I've done a bad thing. You were right. You're always right... I... should've listened to you." I babbled as tears involuntarily escaped my eyes. My breathing was uneven, as I had ran for approximately three and a half miles as fast as I could.

I regretted my actions almost immediately after I had knocked Chandler out, realising that if nothing was done soon, I'd have consequences to pay.

--2 Week time skip bc I can, mothertruckers--

Steven and I had been living in a motel about three miles away from home for the past two weeks. It didn't take him long to make the decision that we had to move as soon as possible.

"He's violent." I had told him. "I don't know what he'll do when he wakes up."
I had still, of course, missed the point that he was a murderer, whether he killed bad people or not.

We still couldn't fly over to Colorado yet. Steven had booked flight tickets for June 12th. It was still only May 29th, and he couldn't change the date. Also, the new apartment wasn't ready for us to move into, so we had nowhere else to go for the time being. That meant that my school, and my job believed me to have gone AWOL...

"Three dollars, twenty five cents, please ma'am." The cashier said, as I put a bottle of milk and Lucky Charms onto the checkout.

I pulled my wallet out of my bag, quickly unclipping it and pulling out two dollar notes, looking to the side as I began to feel around for a quarter.
As I did so, a figure caught my eye.

They were wearing black from top to bottom; a leather jacket with ripped skinny jeans, and a backpack, inspecting a box of some sort of candy. Their head turned slightly, and the hood which covered their profile moved back and I caught a glimpse of a bright blue eye.

His blue eye.

"Oh...god." I whispered, seeing him standing there, in the Isle.

My hands began to shake uncontrollably and I dropped my wallet, spilling small notes and coins onto the floor.

The noise attracted his attention and he stared straight at me. A smirk tugged on his lips and his eyes narrowed. His shoulders shook with what seemed to be a chuckle.

"Uh...are you okay, Ma'am?" The cashier asked.

"N...no." I said, not looking back at him. Then, after brief hesitation, I ran.

What's he going to do to me?

I'm going to die.

I ran up the street, almost tripping over several paving stones as I looked back.

-Chandler-

I saw Darcie sprint out of the store with pure terror spread across her face and I smirked to myself.

Little did she know I had Natalie help me track her down.