Alex Gaskarth Imagines

Killer!Alex (Part 3)

Killer!Alex Part 3

AN This one's the hardest to keep going mostly because I don't want a repeat of my serial killer calum story I want this one to be different and like idk have interesting plot lines and idk man help but also don't forget that I'm not continuing Werewolf!Zack or Demon!Rian until I get someone who's like hell yeah I'm up for that shit bc rn tbh yall are like bring on the spoopy jack and alex but the other two just don't get a lot of recognition, and I know that shouldn't be my only goal, but I have a FUCK TON of requests to write and I can't write something that people don't want rn I just can't afford to ya feel? So if you want that hmu man bc im down if you're down. Alright mini rant over now it's time to get over my block and cry a little on the inside.

Your POV

It's been three days. I smell like shit, I look like shit, and I feel like shit. This douchey scruffy dude sitting next to me is completely fine driving for three days without stopping for a shower or sleep. The only thing that was changing on him was his stupid scruff beard. I want to chop it off.

He never looked at me once, his eyes stoic on the road. I never stared at him, but I watched him closely out of the corner of my eye. My wrists were raw from the metal restraints that rubbed against them. I fiddled with the chains and the rattling hadn't stopped making noise. I was bored. I've already slept as much as my body would allow and my stomach hurts from the amount of gummy worms I had consumed.

"Would you stop it?" Alex snapped at me from his driver's' seat.

"I'm bored," I shrugged, sighing.

"Well calm the fuck down, we're almost here."

"And where exactly is 'here'?"

"I already told you, Y/N, it's Memphis."

"Why are we going there?"

"You'll see," is all he said, and his eyes still never left. I was glad, because I had a feeling that they wouldn't be a feeling I would enjoy. He was quiet again and didn't make another sound until we arrived at our presumed destination. We were on a dimly lit street, not many people drove by. The house we arrived at was a cute little one story, all the lights were off, and there weren't any outside noises, such as barking dogs, or anything at all.

"Stay here," Alex told me in a hushed tone. I didn't respond, instead just nodded silently for fear of my life. He locked the doors as he left, walking toward the house. I had figured that he was grabbing something from a friend or that he had to bring something to someone. I was dead ass wrong.

Alex came back from inside the house with a girl, wrapped up in restraints, making me think about my own on my wrists. But she was knocked out cold, either from drugs or abuse or both. My breath quickened along with my heartrate, making my palms sweat. I didn't know how to react, I whipped around to find him calmly placing the girl in his trunk. I heard no screaming, I heard no loud bang just there and out without a trace.

He stumbled back to the car, rubbing his eyes of any tiredness he could possibly have after three days of driving. I stared at him as he drove away from the small little street. "What," is simply all he spoke when he noticed my staring.

"What? What do you mean 'what'? There's a girl in our trunk, why Alex? What's she for?"

"Your initiation."

Initiation? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What are we doing, what's going on? The fact that I knew nothing about what he wanted from me and what he thought was what made my skin crawl. I had no idea what he was thinking what his intentions were, I didn't know what the fuck was happening.