Things like this don't happen often, but we've gotten into close calls like this before, get scared we're going to get caught, and end up killing another most likely innocent person each time.
This time I did the killing. Adrenaline was already pumping through my veins and I wanted to kill him, I didn't think about anything else besides killing him for at least 20 minutes. Once he was handcuffed and face down on the ground, Jensen and I pulled as hard as we could on both of his legs to get his (at least) 6 foot, 400 pound body into the thick forest. He was unconscious, i'm assuming its because the fall, but since it took so long dragging his body he woke up once we were almost finished. We did our best to keep him restrained but he was surprisingly strong, he could've been just throwing his weight around, but anyway he ended up getting onto his feet and kicking Jensen in the shin. He probably thought we could do no or little harm to him, that he could easily get us on the ground and handcuff us and call some of his cop friends or whatever to arrest us. But that isn't what happened.
He was long gone by now, I knew that. But he hurt Jensen. Do you really think I would let someone get away with that easily?
I just kept stabbing and stabbing, I was exhausted. The first stab I started out screaming- no , the first stab I was on my knees trying to defend myself and Jensen, the second stab I started out screaming. I was furious, no one hurts Jensen. Here I am, half an hour or so later still stabbing away at a bloody pulpy "body". I can't even call it that anymore, it doesn't resemble a body whatsoever. I'll just call him- It my creation. My art.
It's pitch black outside. Blacker than you think it would be. Since we're in the middle of absolutely nowhere in washington, there are no city lights or anything, no headlights, nothing. It probably doesn't help that were in a forest, we couldn't even see the moon.
"I'm done with my artwork!" I call to Jensen. He's been leaning against the same tree looking the opposite way of me ever since I first started my latest masterpiece.
I suppose he's mad at me when he doesn't answer. He usually hates when I protect him like this, when I guard him. He says it makes him feel powerless but I honestly can't help it. I am overprotective, I know. I have anger issues, I know.
"Can we leave now?"
"Yeah-" I say, raising my head into the sky, or what I can see of it, and seeing so many bugs and mosquitoes flying over us, hovering. Us to them is like, me to this guy- thing on the ground. A victim.
"Holy shit, I'm going to have so many bug bites by tomorrow. "
"I know" He says this in an attitude. I'm not sure which "attitude voice" he's using now, he has many.
"Where are we going."
It's his You Know We-Should've-Left-A-Lot-Earlier-But-You-Took-Too-Much-Time-Fucking-Around voice. This one gets used a lot due to my compulsiveness.
"Weren't we going to keep walking until we reach some town?"
"Maria you're covered in blood. Do you really think going into town would be a good idea when you look like that."
Since he's said about three or four sentences with this voice. I am assuming he'll be mad for a few more hours, then he'll want to watch the sunrise with me because that's his favorite thing to do and mine too and it's romantic and blah blah blah.
"Oh yeah, shit."
A long time without speaking pass, just walking. It's not awkward silence by any means, I mean we've known each other for 10 years. We met in kindergarten, the first day. A tiny little boy wearing a striped shirt and a bowtie. I'm pretty sure he begged his mom to wear the bowtie- he's told me the story many times.
"Maria there's a roadsign."
I run up to it and read it. We must be getting close to a town because there would be no reason for a random road sign on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
"Lake chelan- 15 miles! Jensen that's like 15 more miles until we get to a city or eat, we have to walk 15 more miles!?"
"Dude this is why I hate being a serial killer I am literally the laziest person ever and this is so much woooooork." He exaggerates the "work" a lot while throwing his head back"
"Well this is our only choice I mean, we haven't slept for 2 days and it's probably around 5 or 6 in the morning-we'll have to walk all day to make it to this lake. That isn't too bad I guess?"
"It is when you're the laziest person alive."
"Will you stop whining if I give you a piggy back ride?"
"YES- wait you're still covered in blood.."
"JENSEN ITS DRY BY NOW"
"Fine.."
My legs are already aching but I bend down to let him jump on my back anyway.
