Hell0 W0rld [2]

I know that

"Hey, you're awake, huh? I was so fuckin' worried about you, Riley."

She slowly opened her eyes; her vision doubled slightly. "Wha...?"

"She almost died back there."

"I'll stay 'ere and make sure she's alright."

"Call me if she wakes up."

"Aight."

Riley blinked; trying to focus her eyes on her surroundings. She laid on a bed, staring up at a familiar ceiling. "I'm... in my bedroom...?" She asked. Riley turned to see Jay faced away from her. "What're you...?" Her head was spinning. "Am I... going to pass out?"

"Hey." Jay turned to face her, she felt his hand pat her on my forehead. "Are you alright?"

Riley's eyes were barely open at this point anymore, she couldn't really see what was happening. She looked up and Jay was standing next to her bed side. "Ja... mes...?"

"You took quite a hit there, you know." He looked down and smiled at her.

"What...?" Riley's vision finally cleared and she sat up in her bed. "Why am I here?"

"What're you talkin' about? You know exactly where you are." He exclaimed.

Riley frowned and looked around, "s-shit... My head..." She winced and quickly placed her palm on her forehead. "This bastard..."

Jay smiled at her and reached for her hand. Riley quickly slapped him away and ran to the door, trying to open it. "Okay, I won't write about you anymore! Is that what you want, huh?!" She grabbed the door handle, trying to pry it open; only to start hitting her shoulder against it.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about, Riley?" He laughed, walking over to her.

"Please, don't...!" She closed her eyes as she began to cry. "I don't wanna die!"

"I told you before, Riley... I don't-"

Her eyes shot open. "Was that... all a stupid fucking dream?!"

"-kill people."

Riley's stomach turned inside out when she heard his voice again. "It was just a dream and Jay... he wasn't who I imagined. The person who I investigated all this years... The person I was... shit, dare I say, in love with."

"You knew- You knew I wasn't tied up, didn't you...?" She asked, her lip twitching slightly.

"What'd you take me for? An idiot?" He chuckled, "Of course, I knew you weren't tied up. I knew you'd kick me off you." He paused slightly, "or, maybe... I thought you wouldn't. You are in love with me, after all, remember?"

"I was..." Riley coughed and turned to him. He was standing by the bed just like in her dream. "I was wrong about you."

"Congratu-fuckin-lations, do you want a sticker, sweetheart?" Jay smiled, flicking her nose.

"I always thought people like you could be redeemed some way or another..." Riley spoke up once more. "I just never thought... it would be you to be the first person to find out about my creepy fucking obsession."

"Everyone's obsessed with somethin', Red." Jay spoke up, crossing his arms. "We grow too attached to things, right? I mean, I wasn't always like this, right?" He chuckled slightly.

"I understand..." Her eyes drifted to Jay, a serious expression on her face. "S-Something... made you kill... and now you can't stop. At least... I get that now."

"Oh, you understand?" He laughed, "You think you know everythin' when you don't know jack shit, Riley. Face it; you're just a little fish in a big, big fuckin' pond."

She paused and sighed; "you... never dropped it, did you...?"

"Nope!" Jay grinned, fiddling with the leather glove on his hand. "You-"

Ting!

"My- My phone...?" Riley mumbled, turning to it on the desk.

Jay turned around and picked it up. He paused before a devious smirk grew to his face; "500,000 views, huh?" Jay laughed. "Heh." He smirked and turned to her. He ran his tongue against the top of his teeth; "you're right. This was fun, Riley."

"W-What're you doing, Jay?" Riley asked, her eyes widening slightly.

Jay lifted the phone up higher, "Hello world. ...Hello world. Fuck. I just can't get it right. Okay... Okay, Let's try again. Hello world. Some of you may recognize me. Ha, who am I kiddin'? You all fuckin' recognize this face by now, don't ya? It's everywhere. I'm flattered, really. All those posts on social media, my face on TV; it's exciting! Seems you can't get enough of me."

"Jay, no, wait!" Riley shouted in a panic. "You can't!"

Jay grinned. "900,000, boy, you all really get a kick outta this like me, don't ya?"

"Shut it off!"

Jay started digging around in his pocket. He smirked and turned to her with the same screwdriver in his hand. "I should find another place to stick this to shut you up."

Her eyes widened even more. "They'll find you here, Jay... Do you really want that?!"

"Bargaining now?" Jay laughed, twirling the screwdriver in his fingers.

"T-They will find you, you know! And then you'll get shoved in prison! You don't want that kind of- HMMM!"

Jay shoved the plastic end of the screwdriver in Riley's mouth again and held it there. "You talk too much."

"HMMMN!" She tried to talk as much as she could but nothing came out. As Riley watched him continue to talk into the camera, his grip somewhat loosened and she finally took my chance. Riley threw her small now weaker body about as much as she could, pushing the screwdriver out of her mouth with her tongue as hard as she could. She quickly turned her head away, coughing slightly.

"Oh, strong now, are w-" Jay went to speak.

"Jay Freeman's father is-!"

Riley could see Jay's face completely change. It wasn't playful anymore. No smirk or even a smile lingered on his lips now. He switched off the live stream and dropped the phone to the floor in one swift motion before grabbing at her ripped white shirt. There was a knife cutting small silence as he glared down at her. Mockingjay was now... angry. "How...?" He finally spoke up, his voice was stern and heavy now.

"Your past! Your family!" Riley yelled in his face now, "Mike knows- I know everything!"

"How?" He asked again, his dark voice even deeper than before, a serious look in his bright blue eye.

"It doesn't matter!"

"Yes, it does!" Jay replied, clearly annoyed.

"Why?! Because it gives you a pathetic excuse?!" Riley snapped. "No bad past excuses the things you do!"

"I KNOW THAT!" Jay held his screwdriver up and lunged it down in one violent, quick motion.

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[ "What happened? Was it him?"

"Yeah."

"He's killing again."

"Who was it?"

"Riley Clark. Nathan García."

"Do you know the cause of death?"

"Watch it."

"You mean...?"

"Yeah.

He recorded it." ]