Whisper

[Eighteen]

"Here's your bloody meerkat," I said, throwing the stuffed toy at Jordan. I was tired and in a bad mood from the wedding, so all I wanted to do was drop down onto my bed and sleep. Of course Jordan wouldn't let that happen, though.

"What the hell is this? I wanted a real meerkat." His whining voice did nothing to help my mood and I fixed him with tired glare.

There was no way in hell that I was going to climb over a fence in a dress just to get him his stupid meerkat. The next best thing was breaking into the gift shop at the exit and get a fake one. "It's the same bloody thing. You can still name it Joey." 

What I didn't tell him, was that I also didn't get him a real one because the consequences for stealing a stuffed animal are less intense than if I had stolen a real animal from the zoo.

He sighed and slumped down in my desk chair. "Fine." He sat Joey on my desk, facing us. "Well, Jasmine left for her honeymoon, we should talk about the murders now. She's only gone for two weeks."

I was so sick of hearing about these murders. My life has become consumed with killing people, and it was getting beyond annoying. Never has my life been so bloody stressful. I had no idea how serial killers did this all the time to people they didn't even know. Most times they didn't even have the help that I have. 

As cliche as it sounds, I felt like I was losing myself. I never used to be this bitter and aggressive. Nor did I ever consider killing anyone. It was a horrible feeling thinking that your parents wouldn't be proud of you. Just imagining the disappointed and horrified looks on their faces if they knew that I was doing this made my heart break.

I better get some sort of explanation after all of this, because if I find out that it was all for no reason other than just killing people, then I was going to be pissed off instead of scared and anxious. 

"Do we have to discuss it right now? My day has been horrible enough already without adding this to the mix." I knew that he would adamantly insist that it is absolutely necessary. I was going to try my best to talk him out of it.

"This is like, the hundredth time I've asked you to not talk about it. Can't you just give in?" Not even my most innocent pout worked. He just defiantly shook his head no, and rolled himself over to me.

I eventually just gave in and sat listening to him rambling on excitedly about the various ways I could do it. He only stopped when I insisted on doing it simple, and he finally got serious.

Seriousness wasn't usually a part of Jordan's personality, and apparently, patience wasn't either. "You should do it tonight."

I looked at him with my eyes wide, and mouth open. I was ready to protest, but he continued on, leaving me no room to speak up. "You have to kill them together, Lily."

"What? Why together? It's hard enough killing one person." Right now I wished that a personality transplant was a real thing. I know a few characteristics that I would give him. Sanity being one of them. Patience and compassion would be a couple more on the long list.

It was quite sad really. Jordan never used to be like this. He used to be caring and protective. Now all he wanted was to be surrounded by murder, sadness, and anger.

Right now, though, he was surrounded by impatience. Which was all rolling off of him, and directed at me. "Richard is your legal guardian, Lil's. If you kill him first, then you risk being taken away from Lukas, and the house, and then you won't be able to finish the job."

I hadn't thought about that aspect at all. To be honest, I hadn't even considered the possibility of having to kill Richard. He was a pretty placid guy, so I figured a little threatening and intimidation would work wonders. He would surely spill the beans if I threatened to do something horrible. Maybe even blackmailing him somehow would work. When I suggested this, though, Jordan shut it down.

"Does it have to be tonight, though? I'm horribly tired, and I wouldn't be able to focus. I would probably end up killing myself by accident in the process." That was actually a welcome thought right now. At least then I wouldn't have to kill anyone.

With Jordan insisting that it definitely had to be tonight, I tried hard to come up with an excuse to delay it, by at least a night. I really was desperate for sleep. "I don't even have a plan, Jordan. I need time to organise things and figure out how I'm going to do it."

"Who cares about a stupid plan. Just wing it, you'll be fine."

Winging it may work for exams or assignments sometimes, but winging it with a murder was just ridiculous. It would never work. "I can't afford to just wing it, Jordan. If I wing it, then I run the risk of doing a sloppy job, and risk going to prison by leaving a hair, or a fingerprint behind. I need to be focused and I need to know exactly what I'm doing and when."

"Who cares if you get caught," he said. He was throwing a random object he found, up in the air, as if we weren't talking about me going to prison. "At least you will know the truth, and besides, it's not like you have anyone to miss you, or anyone for you to miss. Once the Mason's are all dead, you're pretty much alone."

At his words, I almost started crying. It hurt badly to be spoken to like that. Especially by him. What hurt the most, though, was that he was completely right. I didn't have anyone beside's the Mason's, and really, what did I have to live for? My entire family are dead, including my adoptive one. It was that, which helped me make the decision. "Fine, at least give me an hour."

With a wide grin on his face, he nodded once and went back to goofing around. He didn't even notice how much his comment had affected me. He was becoming an incredibly cold hearted person. 

I was glad that he at least gave me an hour, though. It gave me the chance to calm myself down and focus a little better. I was still dog tired, but I had a task to complete, and I needed to be completely focused and concentrate only on that. It also gave me the chance to formulate some kind of organised plan.

Richard and Lukas were both in their bedroom's, so I wasn't questioned when I stepped out the back door and went to the shed. The weather was starting to get colder, so I wrapped the jacket tightly around myself to shield the wind. I was going in the shed so often that it may as well be my new home. I grabbed some rope and Richard's hunting knife from his tool drawer, and went back inside.

I used the knife sharpener in the kitchen to sharpen the hunting knife to an overly dangerous point. Once I was satisfied that it was sharp enough to cut through anything, I hid it, along with the rope, underneath my jacket. 

It didn't even take Lukas a minute to open the door when I knocked. I guess that was a good thing, because it sped things up a little, if only by a few seconds. "Uh, hey. I need to talk to you and Dad about something. Can you come into his room for a few minutes?"

He nodded, and instead of walked ahead of him, I stayed behind a bit. This gave me the most advantageous point, and if he tried to leave, I'd be able to stop him. It wasn't until he was in the room and i had locked the door behind me that I took out my weapons of choice tonight.

"Alright," I said as their eyes widened at the rope and knife. "We have some things to talk about."

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