Along Came a Murderer

Feelin' Peachy

Steven and I ran into the woods. It was dark outside, but we could still manage to make our way through it. We stopped to catch our breath. "Do you think they know we escaped?" Steven asked.

"I hope they still think we're inside." I replied. I sat down on a rock and drank out of the river. It didn't taste too bad, but it's better than nothing. Steven did the same, until we started having a conversation.

Steven looked up at me. "Hey, so. How do you feel?" I wasn't my best, but I'm just glad to be out of that place. "I feel great, I guess. I've never done anything like this."

"Me neither. This has been one hell of a day for both of us." Steven took another drink from the river. "So how long have you been here?"

Steven sighed and rubbed his head. "There's nothing wrong with me. The reason why I'm here is because I was such an ass as a child. My parents left me to here to learn how to... behave... I was only supposed to be here for 6 years. But I've been here for 14..... How about you?"

I started feeling a terrible pain inside of me. "Uh... I'm pretty sure I've only been here for about 6 days." He kept looking at me, wondering if I had anything else to say. "So... how'd you end up here?"

The feeling got worse. "I... I killed someone. On a bus." Steven's eyes opened wide. "Then you killed, like... 6 more people after that, right?" I looked away. He was asking too many questions.

He knows too much.

"So, about that incident, yesterday." It was hard to remember all the things I did. "My mind is completely out of it. They gave me so many shots."

Steven laughed. "Dude, you shoved a paper plate down that guy's throat. He totally deserved it. But... They couldn't get it out fast enough. He ran out of air and then just..."

"Died?!" I turned to Steven. He started getting a worried look on his face. "Uh... you ok?"

I started laughing a bit. "I'm just peachy!" I stood up and picked up a big rock and threw it on top of Steven. His ribs cracked and he made a funny face. Red liquid started coming out of his mouth, and then he stopped moving.

See? I told you that you'd end up killing him.

"You were right. I should've killed him earlier."

I went deeper into the woods, trying to find a place to sleep. "How about up in that tree?"

No, if they searched for you, they'd easily find you.

"In a cave?"

Not unless you want to freeze to death.

"Well, where should I go?"

In there.

I looked up and saw a cabin. My feet practically walked themselves there. Knocking wasn't necessary. No one was home, so I broke through the window.

Take as much as you need. They won't mind.

"How kind of them." I took a backpack that had been hanging up, and packed a couple snacks, some water, a lighter, and clothes that had been in a dresser.

"Where should I sleep?"

Sleep in the storage room. It's always warm in there.

I opened the door to the room and laid a couple of things down to sleep on. "You're so smart, who ever you are."

Yes, I know. Now get some rest. You'll need it.