The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《20》

-Darcie-

"I don't know how on earth you've convinced me to do this." I said, tightening the backpack strap on my shoulder as I got into Chandler's car. Of course, it wasn't Chandler driving it. Nathan was.

"I don't know how I did." Nathan chuckled, turning the engine back on.
"You're sure you're okay doing this, right? Sorted it all out with your Godfather?"

I hesitated, looking out of the tinted window, biting my cheek. "Yeah." I lied. "He knows he's locked up. No harm can get to me." I shifted into a more comfortable position as the seat belt dug into the wad of gauze taped over my wound. "He's at work anyway. Move's cancelled whilst I recover."

Nathan nodded in understanding. "Natalie would've done it... but Saffron assigned her to a task." We made eye contact and he smiled before looking back at the steering wheel. "Speaking of which," he said, reversing out of the driveway and onto the road, "Saffron has all your paperwork and stuff."

I was about to begin protesting but Nathan continued speaking. "I told her about...the situation. You're one of us. There's no way out of that." I looked upwards and sighed. "But she knows you're not exactly... willing per se. So you're a sort of reserve." He removed a hand from the steering wheel, miming quotation marks with his fingers on the word reserve.

"What do you mean by...reserve?" I asked, staring at the radio.

"You ever watched a soccer match?"

"Who hasn't?" I sniggered, Nathan laughed too.

"Well it's sort of like... if a player gets sent off when they're hurt. Or... broken the rules. They get a time out. You're like... the extra player who stands in. Makes the full team, but doesn't always make it onto the pitch."

"So... I don't have to-"

"No. Until you do. But when you have to kill someone, you do it your own way. Whatever makes you feel... the least uncomfortable. Don't worry about getting caught. That's all part of the deal."

I sighed. We sat in silence for a minute, until Nathan reached over and put on the radio. I heard quiet music, until Nathan exclaimed "Oh my God. This song is the best. Turn it up, Darcie."

"Uh, okay." I said, leaning forwards and twisting the dial to turn up the volume. "You're joking." I muttered as I heard what the song was. I tried to hide the smile forming on my lips. Nathan's head was bobbing up and down to the beat and his fingers were tapping at the steering wheel as the first verse was coming to an end.

As the song proceeded into the bridge I stifled my laughs whilst Nathan cleared his throat and began singing- or shouting, rather.

"You know I'm not the little boy that I used to be,
I'm all grown up now,
Baby can't you see?!"
He shook his head in my direction to the syllables of every word he yelled out.

"STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON,
SHE'S ALL I WANT AND I'VE WAITED FOR SO LONG,"

"Oh my God." I laughed, unable to suppress it any longer.

"STACY, CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE JUST NOT THE GIRL FOR ME,
I KNOW IT MIGHT BE WRONG, BUT I'M IN LOVE WITH STACY'S MOM,"

"Fucking hell, Nathan." I laughed, shaking my head. He began muttering the lyrics to the second verse, turning it down a little as he concentrated on driving.
However, the funny atmosphere dimmed down almost immediately as soon as my eyes came across a sign;

Newbridge Correctional Facility
0.2 miles

"I can't do this." I said, looking straight forwards. Nathan stopped singing and turned the radio down.