GENOCIDE

Chapter 8

(This will take place after Amanda has finally finished healing.)

Amanda's P.O.V

Thank God! I was finally out of that awful place. Okay so maybe I was exaggerating. But come on. What teenage girl who barely survives a stab wound doesn't exaggerate?

I was laying down comfortably on my bed with not a care in the world. Until I heard a faint sound of something knocking on my window. My eyes widened at the sound. It couldn't be that. . . Girl again. Was she coming back to finally finish me off?

I shot up in bed and snapped my head straight toward the window to see . . . Mary?! What on Earth was Mary here for? I slowly walked over to my window and opened it to allow Mary inside.

I expected something like, "Amanda are you okay?" or "OH MY GOSH THANK THE LORD YOUR OKAY!"

But instead she hugged me.

She hugged me. And the starting crying. And no, not little sniffles. Full blown SOBBING. I sat there dumbly not really knowing what to do next. And then she spoke.

            "I am so glad you're okay!" she said shakily between sobs. "We were all so worried about you."

            "I'm okay" I replied hugging back (finally). "I'm just a little shaken up. That's all."

When we finally let go of each other it was silent. I hated silence. It was slowly driving me mad until Mary spoke again.

          "We have to get rid of her. For good." Mary whispered so low that I almost didn't hear. I knew who she was talking about. I didn't even have to ask.

It was the murder that plagued this town. And Mary was right. Genocide had to go.

            "I know. But how?" I asked.

            "We need to find out more about her. And there's only one way to do that. We have to go to Hysteria Hall. Or more commonly known as the Smith Grove Asylum. We'll need to look through the archives to see if they have info on her." Mary quickly explained.

            "But how? I mean to search for her we'd have to know her real name. Surely her files aren't under 'Genocide'." I retorted crossing my arms.

            "I did some research and I found out her real name. It's Ivy Carriedo."

           "How did you--"

            "I went to the police and said I was a young journalist doing a little project on the Murders. And that I needed to get the killers real name for my report." She replied. She replied casually about it too. Like it was nothing.

             "Alright. I'm in. So should we go now?" I asked.

               "Yeah. Lets get going."

Getting up I slowly walked over to the door and slowly turned the door knob. I was on edge. It was like I could feel another person, other than Mary, watching me.

So as we walked back down stairs to exit I quickly went into the kitchen to grab two knives. As I walked out I handed Mary one. She seemed genuinely freaked out but soon calmed down realizing it would be best to have one.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip to Smith Grove Asylum~~~~~~~~~~~

I regret it.

I regret coming to this place.

At first I thought it was going to be like a normal hospital.

Well. It wasn't.

It was a huge building that looked like you could get lost in after taking two steps. The bricks had become and ugly grey color. The windows and doors were all boarded up. The walls had ivy and vines growing along the walls like facial hair on a man. What bothered me most was the silence. I hated it. I was driving me mad.

We walked around to find a way inside and luckily we did. Once we got inside I could feel the pressure of all the awful things that happened here. The pressure was suffocating me. Slowly killing me.

Then Mary tapped on my shoulder and motioned with her hand for me to follow her. We slowly made our way to the lobby. And God was that lobby falling apart. Paint was pealing off the walls. Chairs were thrown about. The lobby desk had carvings on it. Things like: Max was here. But was really bothered me was the red letters saying: KEEP OUT.

I quietly followed Mary to the archives. When we got there it was in no better condition than any other room in the Asylum. Papers were tossed all over the place. They were ripped. A few were stained red. Filing cabinets were on their sides dented with all types of scuff marks.

          "Start searching" Mary whispered walking off to the opposite end of the room. I went over to one of the cabinets and opened them slowly. I expected rats, or roaches or something. But when nothing came I started reading the names on the folders. Jack Torrance, Blair Vargas, Carrie White, Michael Myers. (Did any of you get the little horror references?)

I was searching through the papers when I heard footsteps.

I turned to see a figure. It was obviously female.

And I had a dreadful feeling I knew who she was.