Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Disaster

Christmas has come and gone, along with my desire to do anything. The cold and wet snow is still covering the ground. The air still bites at my nose. I hate it.

Spending time with Joey and those kids was an eye opener to me. Perhaps things will work out. Perhaps Joey and I will work out.

I wasn't sure what the future held. What things were just around the corner, ready to sneak up on me. It was scary. I feared what would happen. What could happen. I wasn't cut out for this. For any of this. I was still just a kid. Barely going through the motions. I was still growing. And yet, I already knew what I wanted in life. I knew who I was. I knew who I was striving to be.

But, what good was it going to do for me? It was going to get me in a locked cell. Or worse. A padded room. I knew the consequences. I lived them. And yet, I wasn't scared.

Life was full of trials. Life was full of decisions. If you chose this action then it would take you down this road. If you chose this road, it would lead you down another path. That's just how the world worked. Decisions determined your destiny. I didn't believe in that. My destiny was whatever I wanted it to be. If my destiny said that I was going to grow old with a bunch of grandchildren by my side, I'd say no way. My destiny was my own. It was whatever I chose.

In the end, it was all up to me. Who lived. Who died. Who's words and actions affected me. I was my own person. I was stronger than a lot of people. I was smarter. I was faster. I was better than them. I had to be better.

I didn't bother to go to school that morning. I didn't want to deal with people. I didn't want them staring at me, judging my every step. I didn't want them to talk to me or make assumptions as to what was wrong with me. I didn't want to listen to their conversations and wonder whether or not to butt in with my own opinion. I wasn't made for this life but, it was the one that I was living. Whether I liked it or not.

This was the way it always was. People would pass me on the street and some would even bump into me, not even bothering with an excuse me. But, that was how the world worked. You never really remembered those who you were not acquainted with everyday. Their face is just a blur in your mind and you never seem to give them a second glance. That was how people saw me. I was just a shadow. A ghost that moved through the streets, silently stalking.

There was a nagging thought in my head that never seemed to go away. The need to hurt someone. The need to kill. If it wasn't Joey, then there was no point. The voices argued that the need for blood was much more important. The need to feel someone's life end with just a flick of a wrist, a twist of a knife, a well placed blow to the head, or a bullet from a gun. It made me feel powerful. And the fact that Joey would... No.

I stopped that thought cold. I wasn't going to hurt her again. I couldn't. Things had changed far too much for me to want that. Did I really want to have her blood on my hands? Did I really want to look into her lifeless green eyes and not see that light-- the light I fell for-- not shine? I didn't want that. Joey has a special place in my life now and I can't change that even if I tried.

"Sure you can, Luke."

"She's expendable."

"You can always find another. There are plenty of girls out there that are practically---"

"Stop!" I snapped, not wanting to hear another word.

The sound did little to quiet them. Their words and plans were gruesome; grotesque. I could picture it all. The way Joey's blood spilled from her mouth like a waterfall. The way her eyes widened with pain. The way her body would gasp for breath as she choked. It was almost beautiful. I could do that. I could make Josephine Benson the most beautiful girl in the world.