Along Came a Murderer

Where's the Body?

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of voices above me. "They're here. What do I do?"

The voice didn't respond to me. "What do I do?" I asked again, but still nothing. I was on my own. They were upstairs, I was downstairs. I'll be ok as long as they don't come down here. The voices were getting louder, so I could understand what they were saying.

"Did someone break in while we were gone?"

"What do you think? The window is broken, our things are gone, and there's a pile of bloody clothes on the floor."

I started shaking. "I thought you said that they wouldn't mind."

I stood up and put the backpack on. I reached to grab a knife I found down here, and walked over to the storage window. Being as careful as I could, I pulled with all my might to open it, but it just wouldn't budge. I kicked it with my foot and the glass shadered.

"What was that?!"

"Let's check it out!"

"Oh no." I pulled myself through the window and ran away. I heard distant screaming and yelling from the house.

Do I feel bad about killing Steven? Not really. He's like all the other 7 people I killed. Steven, being the 8th. Do I feel bad about taking stuff from the cabin? No. I feel nothing. I've lost my privilege to feel. Now I'm just another mad man.

I sat down and ate some food. A thought was going through my mind. I was thinking about Steven. Would his body still be there? Did someone come across his body? Do they know I killed him? I decided to walk back to the spot where I murdered my good friend. But he was gone. Police tape was blocking off that part of the forest. I heard footsteps behind me and pulled out my knife.

"Don't. Move." Who ever was behind me saw that I pulled out a knife. "Drop the knife." I stood there, not doing anything. "I SAID DROP THE KNIFE."

I dropped the knife and put my hands up and turned around. "You stole from our cabin."

"Where is he?" I asked. She looked confused. Her gun dropped as she wasn't sure what to say. "...Who?"

"Steven. Where is he?" She pulled her gun down and looked at me. "Hey, I know you. You're... Alice Cooper!"

She ran over to me and gave me a hug. I took the gun out of her bag and hid it in my pocket. "But... why did you take all this stuff?"

"If I told you, you would freak out." She nudged my shoulder. "C'mon! You can tell me! I am such a huge fan of yours."

"I don't think I can tell you without getting in trouble again." Her smile went into a scared look. "Wait, so. You... did kill someone?" I reached down for my knife, and she reached for her gun. "Wait, what the hell?! Where's my gun?!"

I lifted up the gun in my hand. "I won't kill you if you take me back to your cabin and hide me."

"Give me my gun and I will." I laughed a bit. "You've got serious guts, girl." She smirked and put her hand on her hip. "If you do try to kill me, I'll scream."

"I'm not playing games, lady. Take me to your-"

She let out a high pitch scream. I ran towards her and covered her mouth with my hands. "Ok, ok! I'll give you the gun, just shut up!"

She ripped the gun out of my hand. "Follow me, cutie."

I raised my eye brow, and followed her.