Killer Without A Name VI
"Carver. Carver." She called for him, searching the room.
Pushing the door open, I peered into my new room. The walls were clad with magazines and posters of famous boxers and cars. It was awkwardly tidy to look as if a teenage boy was living in this room but maybe it was just me.
"Are you sure this is his room?" I stated, picking up one of the vanilla candles.
Mrs . Parker's eyes narrowed in on the candle. In a swift movement she snatched the piece of wax from my fingers, playing around with it with both hands.
"Mrs. Parker?", Her eyes had closed while still holding the wax in her hands. She stood there for a moment as if she was sleeping while standing. Her fire hair spilling down her heart shaped face. I called her name hoping she would snap out of whatever she was in or doing.
I called her name once more,yet she did not move nor answer back but merely stood there with her eyes straight ahead. I turned to look at the view she was looking upon.
An open window.
" No.The.Hell.He.Didn't." She murmured more to herself than me I suppose. Her eyes darkly glared at the window as if it just insulted her. The midnight breeze blew through the drapes .
right , left
right , left
In one fluid motion the red head moved to the open window , and slammed it closed with more force than needed. She cursed under her breath.
"We don't have many rules here. but.." She ran her slender fingers over her hair , pulling out a band and neatly put it up in a bun . Smooth and quick .
I sat on the empty bed that I had thought was mine since the other was evidently in use. The springs creaked upon my weight .
"Don't ever , I mean ever try to run away . We have guards on watch twenty- four seven. So , don't be like this nutcracker and try to excape. Okay ? "
Well there goes my plan of escaping..
Her fingers tapped away on her mobile before slipping it back into her back pocket . Her green meadows peered at my face , I nodded .
"Well then . Get comfy and make yourself at home. I had Hera put some clothes in your drawer , if you need anything Hera is lives in room 209 . I live with my husband in a different building so I won't be of much help." She spoke smoothly .
"Thank you , Mrs.Parker . You've been such a help to me already. I don't know how I will repay you." She really had done so much for me in such a short amount of time. I had not asked to be treated with such kindness ,but she gave it to me.
"Repay? Sweetheart , if you want to repay me just get some rest and meet Hera in the morning. The both of you don't belong with the rest so, you'll be working with me. Your work outfit is in the last drawer." I glanced at my dresser over to the side , then down at the last drawer.
"Okay." I said crossing my legs at the ankles.
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Slap
I grumbled an incoherent reply.
Slap
I rolled myself over to the opposite direction , cracking open my eyelids. A soft yellow material filled my vision and nostrils. Accidentally I inhaled the fuzzy fabric . It smells like soap. Man soap.
"You can sniff my dick all you want to ,but first I'm going to need you to get this tampon headed girl out of my dorm."
I jerked back instantly reckoning that voice ; Carver . Shit , I cursed inside my head. I was still staring at his crotch in fear of looking at his face .
Plop .
A drop of water hit the bed sheets spreading out along the soft linen . Trailing up his yellow towel came a magnificent set of abs dripping wet with a couple of water droplets sliding down each and every muscle. He was...is..perfection.
"Lord have mercy on me." I all but whispered to myself.
"Yeah..you and him can talk about that later. Just get her." His thick arm pointed to the door frame at a girl who stood no taller than I. Her fire red hair braid off to the side over her green shirt , her pale fingers touched each elbow as her crossed her arms over her chest. I knew her name, I think.
Sarah?
Hannah?
Oh, snap ! Hera ! The Hera I was suppose to meet , that Hera.
"Point that nasty finger at me one more time , Anderson and I bite it off , cook it and eat it for breakfast. " she glared at Carver with her mint green eyes.
Well , Damn
"Look here.." he paused for a minute looking her over, lip curled in disgust . Carver finished it off calling her a two headed satanic bitch , which she rolled her eyes at. They continued to fuss while I watch them call each other names not even the devil himself could think of.
Kicking the covers off and rolling out of the bed, I walked to my dresser. If they hated each other so much , why talk to another then? Why not just leave each other alone?
"They can't do that." A sweet gentle voice whispered inside my head. No , not inside but as if next to me or...somewhere. Not exactly on the inside ,but not on the out either.
"Do not be concerned on where I am. Just know that I am here for you , to help you." If I could imagine the voice in person, I could easily say it is a she. Her voice was like the smoothest of silk and the finest of velvet. Delightful to any and every ear.
"Help me with what?" I questioned aloud.
" Who the hell are you talking to?" Carver's deep baritone answered back.
I narrowed my eyes at carver then continued to search for my work clothes. Pulling out the third drawer, I spotted the lavender top and brown khaki shorts that came up a little past mid thigh.
" For heaven's sake , new girl. Get this bitch out my face."
Turning back around Hera was literally in Carver's face.
"Bitch , you ain't gonna do shit." She said while clapping her hands. After so, she commanded me to get my butt to the bathroom and change before she ends up going Jet Li on Carver's ass.
I just nodded and went toward the bathrooms on the other side of the hall wondering what the Hell did I get myself into, but more importantly how I was going to get out of it.
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Author's Note:
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umm..hey? I know I've been gone for a while. School is finally over. I've broken up with my boyfriend for good. Feel a bit werid about it ,but hey its life. I've had this chapter written for I dont know how long , but in my defense I didn't feel like it was good enough. I guess it kind of is now. I don't know when the next chapter will be ready , but I will be working on it shortly after this
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Killer Without A Name
ParanormalWhat would you do if your beloved mother buried you alive ? Without a reason possible ? Caroline Abigial Brunswick III was only meant to be an experiement , nothing more. Once her so called 'mother' becomes attached to her and her so called 'father'...
