Never Been Found

The outside

As I lay on the cold damp ground, I couldn't help but smile. The sky looked so calm and peaceful. Yet, within a few moments I heard a car pull into the parking lot a bright light shining, fallowed by a car door slamming.

"Shit." I muttered quietly, quickly standing to my feet. Running to the outlining of the woods as fast as I possibly could. Standing behind a tree to see who exactly had showed up to find my escape early. As I saw the figure turn the corner who other than Officer Renzel ran to the door I had smashed through. It was funny watching him fumble with his keys to get inside. Most likely to see who got out. A small laugh was all I let out before turning myself, and running. I didn't know where I was going but I was going somewhere far away from here. They wont find me this time. Not again. I will complete my family this time and nothing would get in my way.

The thickness of the brush, trees, and weeds grabbing onto my feet were beginning to bother me greatly. The only problem with my plan right now was the fact I have no shirt, and no shoes. I couldn't think straight now, my feet hurt and my sides were being scratched by the thorns and bushes pulling at my sides.  As I ran the woods got thicker, and that's when the worst happened. I fell, not just to the ground but down a gorge. Rolling down the dampened earth was probably the worst part of my night. I could feel metal, sticks and stones digging into my skin, of course they wouldn't be as bad as the scar left on the side of my face left by the one and only Zara... Now is not the time to think about that though. The thing to think about was that my body stopped rolling down the steep hill. Landing in nothing other than muggy water. A small frown made its way onto my lips as I did my best to stand. Not being able to tell if water was dripping off of my body or if it was the crimson red, flowing freely from my veins. Yet, that mattered so little to me as of right now. All I needed to do was move. And that is exactly what I did.

I continued running, finding my way out of the gorge and back into the thickets. Sadly the trees began to get closer together, making it hard to maneuver through them, so I did the easiest thing I could and that was to run with my arms moving from in front of my being to my sides, so I didn't run into the trees or bump into them with my legs. I've already injured myself. No more damage needed to be done at this moment. Though that was no longer a problem to me, I have made it to the road now. Stopping where the bushes got thin, keeping myself on the outline of the forest to keep myself hidden, as hidden as possible. Moving slowly now I continued down the road doing my best to find the nearest house, I need to find somewhere and somewhere fast. I couldn't be on the road. Police don't know what I look like but it'll give them a reason to stop me without a shirt. No shoes, and bleeding, it will give them a reason and they will try talking to me. Either way, walking through bushes was the easiest way. I gasped slightly as I saw the near mansion sitting down the road a bit, lights out, clearly no movement. I smiled slightly as I began to run, as fast as I could. As soon as I got close enough I ran across the street and made my way up the driveway. Doing my best to find the easiest way into the house, and that was the window by the front door. So that's exactly where I went. Thankfully the window was slightly open, making the job easier for me. I hopped onto the porch, sliding the window open as slowly and quietly as I could. A small sigh escaped my lips as I hoisted myself into the window, finding myself in the kitchen.

"Perfect." I whispered to myself. Looking for where they put the knives. When I found them, I picked the biggest one with a serrated blade. I turned to look through the rooms as good as I possibly could. All in all I found the mother and father, along with three kids. One being around the age of 17, anther being about the age of 5, and the last being around 18 years old. Thankfully I found I could take one of the three. A small smile was planted on my face as I made my way back to the parents bedroom. Knife in hand, as ready as I ever would be. Creeping into their room once more, I found them still asleep. Thankfully everything was easy. I made my way to heir bedside, starting with the father, the mother would be easy to take care of if the father yelled or jolted. As quickly as I could I jabbed the blade into his chest, and twisted sharply. As he finally stopped breathing I moved to the other side of the bed. A morbid smile set on my lips as I shook her, to wake her. As soon as she woke up, her eyes got wide and she went to scream. Placing my hand over her mouth I moved the knife quickly, slitting her throat. Chuckling softly as I watched the life leave her body and her skin begin to lose color. As soon as I was done watching them die, I threw the knife to the floor.

I did my best to quickly, and quietly make my way into the five year olds room. The little girl was so pretty, yet, I saw no potential in her to become what I wanted her to be. I slyly pulled the pillow from under her head, placing it over her face. I gave it a second before putting pressure down on the pillow, watching carefully as her arms and legs began flailing, trying to remove the pillow from her face. It took about three minutes before she stopped moving, breathing, and attempting to scream into the pillow. I sighed as I left her room, moving to the 17 year old male's room. He was playing soft music. This kill needed to be special, it was probably going to be the last one of the night. So I did the best I could too snoop around, thankfully I found a picture of his girlfriend sitting on his dresser. A small smile appeared on my lips as I put my hair up and put on one of his shirts, before laying next to him in bed, slowly rubbing his shoulder until he woke up.

"What the hell?" He muttered clearly tired. My hand moved up to his cheek, caressing it softly.

"Hey. calm down it's just me." I whispered. Thankfully he didn't think to far into it as I adjusted myself to be sitting up. "Honey, I need to move these blankets," I murmured. Though he didn't give me a response I grabbed the sheet, laying gently over his form. Pulling the sheet up I twisted it, creating a tight band. After doing this I laid back down next to him sliding my arm with my sheet under his neck. Doing my best to tie the sheet around his neck, as I got it to his neck he sat up. I did the same, keeping a tight hold on the sheet as I knotted it.

"I'm sorry." I mutter, before standing up and dragging him of his bed. "It's for my own good." I laughed, his frail figure dragging across the carpet. It was amusing hearing the small gasps for air as his hands wrapped themselves around the cloth around his neck, thankfully not giving him too much help. I dragged him out of his room as quickly as I could, moving my way to the upstairs banister. Him having a loss of breath made it easy for me to lift him up. Now here was the hard part. I held the sheet in my right hand as my left hand pulled on his shirt, lifting him up onto the railing. As I did this I held tightly onto the cloth material, pushing him backwards. His body falling off the side of the two story loft. I did my best to quickly grab the sheet with my left hand before my body was slid forward as his figure had weighed down on the material. Now dealing with his whole weight, my feet had moved themselves from beneath me, my body slamming onto the ground and sliding forward. Thankfully I was quick enough to put my two feet on two of the wooden bars supporting the whole railing. I could feel him struggling and yanking, trying to get out of the knotted fabric. I waited a good three minutes before adjusting my foot to try and look over the edge, but that was a big mistake. Planting my foot against the wood caused it to snap, I still had his weight pulling me making the situation even worse. My whole leg was now off the side so I did the only thing I could and dropped his lifeless figure to the bottom floor. Turning my body to face the upstairs, tightly grabbing onto the wooden beam and pulling myself to stand once more. I looked back at the boy I had just hung just in time to see him hit the ground, the worst sound I could think of was his bones breaking as he hit the tiled floor.

"What are you guys doing?" The eighteen year old spoke as he began to open his door. I hopped the banister and made my way to the side of his door, my fists clenched. As the door flung back, he took a step out. An 18 year old, tall, thin, nerdy looking boy stepped out of the room. Doing the best I could I swung my left arm. Connecting with the right side of his face. Watching as he fell to the ground.