Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Killer!Alex Part 2

Killer!Alex Part 2

AN Holy shit, I made Killer Alex a lot more creepy than I'm used to how am I going to live up to my own standards? Thanks for all the positive feedback on this, I'm so glad you guys loved it. I really hope that this year serves you guys well and now that 2015 is a thing of the past, just breathe out the negatives of last year and breathe in the positives of this year. Enjoy reading lovelies, you make my heart dance xx

Your POV

We drove in the car for what had felt like years to me. He was eerily silent, and I was just trying to figure out what the hell happened. I know that I had walked in on him while he was.. you know. And I know that he had me change into his own clothes, but everything after that, I don't remember. Somehow he had put the girl that he was torturing in my room, and set it on fire. Oh fuck, what about my vinyls?

I couldn't very well ask this guy about them either, he could kill me for all he wanted. He's perfectly capable of it. I was even too scared to look at him. I couldn't remember his name for the life of me either. What was it, Adam? Andrew? Something started with an A, I knew that much.

"Are you going to speak at all or am I just going to have to pretend you're talking to me?" he said, startling me. I kept quiet and put my hands in my lap, eyeing the front door. "This silent treatment you're giving me is making me tired, say something for God's sake."

I didn't know what the fuck to say, so I told him that. "I don't know what to say," I mumbled.

"Ah, she speaks," he smirked in my direction, and holy shit I felt uncomfortable, it was oddly charming. "Say anything, why don't you just tell me about yourself."

"And why would I do that?"

He shrugged, and kept his eyes on the road. A really really straight road that had no turns or anything. "To pass the time I guess."

"Why would I want to pass the time with you when you just took me from my family, my home, even my vinyls!" I was starting to shout, but I didn't care anymore. If I was going to have to be stuck with this guy, I might as well just die now. Everyone else just thinks I'm dead anyway.

"Ah, so that's what you're mad about, the music. I could always just get you more music."

"Out of everything that's happened, and you think that's what I'm mad about? After kidnapping me, killing someone right in front of me, convincing my family that I'm dead, and burning my apartment down, you think that's what I'm pissed off about the most?"

"Well sure, you haven't even tried pleading for your safety yet. First thing people tend to do when their kidnapped is beg them to talk to their loved ones, next thing they do is beg for their life. You, however, haven't done either. The most I've seen you animated about is your music and your sleep. So don't tell me that you didn't want to get away from your family because it's written all over your face."

I said nothing. I couldn't, he had hit the nail right on the head. I didn't give a shit about my family, and they didn't give a shit about me. I stared out the window again. "So where are we going?" I asked him.

"Memphis, going to see an old friend to get some things."

"Some things?" I asked, and looked over at him, my attention caught on his rose tattoo. He nodded. "What kind of things?"

"That's for me to know and for you to shut the fuck up about."

"Well am I at least going to get some clothes?"

"We'll pick you some up in Memphis, my treat for you being so obedient."

"Gee, thanks," I muttered under my breath. I turned my attention away from him. I didn't even want to think about him, he was making me sick, but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I was scared by the image of him stabbing the girl in the chest. I shivered the thought away, but it remained imprinted in my mind.

"What is it?" he asked, faking sympathy. I think. Either he was faking it, or he was actually sympathetic. If he was faking, he was doing a really good job.

"Can't sleep," I mumbled.

"Bad dreams?"

"Yeah, because of you."

"I have some chloroform in the back, you want me to help with that?"

"That's the worst idea I've ever heard of."

He turned to look at me, and his eyes went dark, probably annoyed. "Just trying to help, babe."

His use of the nickname so calm and casually made my stomach churn. The way he was acting made me want to throw up, and I already didn't feel good anyway. I remained silent until the car stopped. I wasn't actually asleep, but my eyes were closed.

"Get up, I know you're not asleep." Fuck. I took off my seatbelt, and climbed out of the car with his help. "We're getting food, you can have one thing to eat and one thing to drink and if you have to shit or piss, I'm going with you."

"A real gentleman," I rolled my eyes. He gripped my arm harshly and shoved me inside. I looked around for any escape route. I don't know where I'd go from here, but I'll sure as hell find somewhere. First thing I had to do was get the attention from the store clerk. He wasn't paying attention though, he was staring at his newspaper. This guy was really good at blending in.

"Remember, food, drink, leave," he reminded me.

I shrugged him off, and he followed me close behind. He wasn't letting me go from his sight, but I was saved briefly by a couple of people walking in. His vision was sidetracked for the smallest minute, and I took my chance.

I tried to call out to the store clerk, but the guy had got me before I was able to speak. He shoved me outside, and where his hand had been had left a mark in my arm. "Ow! What the fuck was that for!"

"I know exactly what you were going to do," he chastised me. His voice was calm but his eyes were wild. "You think this hasn't happened to me before? You're not the first girl I've taken with me, and you're sure as hell not going to be the last. So behave while you still can."

"Fine, I'll behave," I mumbled angrily, crossing my arms. I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, and it made me weary of it. A guy this attractive shouldn't be doing this. He had some stubble that grew from the first time I had seen him, and it just added that scruffy charm of his. It made me uncomfortable.

"You don't get a choice in what you do anymore. I'm putting you back in the car." He shoved me toward the car and put me in, locking the doors, but not before he leaned in and told me that I don't get to choose what I eat either.

When he came back, he tossed the bag of food at me. I stared at it. "What the fuck is this?"

"It's your food, now eat."

"Do you realize how many calories are in one of these things?"

"No, and I don't particularly care." His tone was bored and I groaned internally. He wasn't going to budge acting like this. I didn't know what to do, so I took the Mountain Dew he placed on my lap and drank from the bottle.

"This was a warning, Y/N. The next time you try to run away from me, the results won't be so pretty. So think twice before you're going to act. I can slit your throat faster than you can say the words 'help me'. Got it?"

I nodded, refraining from meeting eyes with him again. "What'd you say your name was again?" I asked him, my heart beating a mile a minute.

"Alex," he said quietly as he drove out of the lot of the convenience store.

"Alex," I repeated, making sure I wouldn't forget it this time. I looked through the bag to see what else he got. A couple of energy drinks for the road, and Advil PM? "Why'd you get Advil PM?"

"It's for you, so you'll be able to sleep better." He replied with such sincerity, I couldn't help but think it was real.

"Thank you?" I thanked him, but I didn't know how to go about it, considering he was a sociopath. He didn't respond to my gratitude, and I just started to nibble on my food. It was a long drive to Memphis, and considering how things are going, I don't know if I'm going to survive.