Hunted

Chapter 18: Removing the Pawns From the Board

"What did you do?" I asked, silencing everyone else in the room.

I placed the phone on the table, turning my brother's voice on speaker.

"You haven't figured it out yet? My grand master plan," he mocked through the receiver, "I thought you were smarter than that, sis."

I looked over to the others in the room as I thought of what he could possibly be planning. Each face watched me in confusion as to what was happening and who the man on the phone was.

"You killed Ana and that girl in the town over," I began, "But that was just to tell me you were here. Sending a hired hand to take a shot at me at the school was to warn me off of the police. Promising me there was nowhere safe, but attacking Andy isn't something you would do."

"Are you sure, little sis? You know how I love to butcher up little girls," he laughed into the phone.

"No if you attacked Andy, she would be dead. You aren't sloppy enough to leave such a mess and you wouldn't have let her survive," I started pacing around the room as the others listened to my conversation.

"All I'm doing is removing the pawns from the board. The game is just begin-" he started but I cut him off.

"No," I argued, "Killing for you is like hunting. Hunting isn't a game to you. You see the target and immediately go for the kill; however, you're never sloppy with where and how you kill. You definitely wouldn't allow Andy to live. You're meticulous in your kills, but... but you always attacked without thinking," I spoke, whispering the last parts as my brain processed my thoughts and his randomized plan.

"It seems I have outsmarted you on this plan, dear sis," he mocked.

I continued to think about the last couple weeks. All the deaths and the messages were preplanned. The kills were thought out. It was a different set of skill than what my brother has shown before. Then it clicked.

"You're right Jason. I am smarter than that. That's why I know this isn't your plan," I stated, turning back to the phone, "You're not smart enough to plan something this complex. Not with this many moving parts."

"You think you know what I have in play here?" he mocked in the phone, "I can't wait for you to see what comes next."

With those words left in my head, he hung up the phone. The entire room was staring at me with wondering eyes. Who was the man on the phone? What was going to happen next? And the most important one I saw in all those eyes, Is this her fault?

After a few moments of silence, Ryan spoke up, "Who was that, Silver?"

I took a deep breathe, remembering all the pain in my life, before replying, "His name is Jason Hunt. He is a psychotic serial killer with no conscious and has no remorse. He has killed many people than I cared to count to, and he is my bother."

I could see the horror on the students faces as the realization of my past set in.

"Why is your brother here?" Dylan spoke in a soft tone from across the room.

"He's here to murder me."

*****

"We have to get out of here!" Megan screeched for the fourth time in a row.

After my announcement of who my brother was, everyone started to argue with each other over the best course of action. The marshals had left the building and there only seemed to be a few cops stationed outside the building.

"Where are we going to go? The cops already cleared the building. It's safest to just stay here," Ryan spoke to her.

"No its not," I said having the conversation return to focus on me, "Jason won't care if there are a few cops or hundreds. I am here; therefore, he will come here next."