The Killers Eye's

THREE

I managed to move off the couch without waking Joey up at about five in the morning. I walked to my room, and walked to the closet. I grabbed a black pair of pants and a black shirt. I changed quickly also putting under garments on, and then slipped my leather jacket on. I walked out of my room, and locked it so that no one would walk in on David's dead body. I walked to the kitchen, and saw Hayley leaning over the counter. I walked over to her, and put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me, and forced a smile through her teary eyed face.

"What's wrong?" I ask wiping away the tears from her face.

"Um... Nothing." She said pushing some hair behind her ear. A sign she wanted to talk, but didn't want people to interrupt us.

"Come on." I grabbed her hand, and we walked out of the kitchen. We walked to the front door, but Hayley stopped before we got out of the door.

"What about the others?"

"We do this every year Hayley. I'm sure their use to it now." We walked out of the house, and to the parking lot where many cars were parked.

"Let's take my car."

"Okay." We walked to Hayley's car, and got in. Once we were inside Hayley locked the doors, and looked down at her lap.

"How? How are you able to do it?" She asked after a while of silence.

"Do what?" I ask still looking forward, but feeling her sad eyes stare at me.

"How can you kill people, and yet look like you wouldn't be able to hurt a fly? How do you not break down?"

"Because like our father said. One of us will end up like him. A killer hidden in an innocent man's body. In this case a woman's body."

"You're insane. What's gonna happen when you get caught?"

"Hayley I've killed so many people I've lost count, and yet I am still living in this stupid run down hotel that's now a house."

"Just think about it Ann. What would happen if you got caught?"

"Well... If we're thinking about this logically based on how many people I killed if they claim me guilty in court they would kill me. But we all know I am a very good liar, and because of my curse I would be found not guilty, and would live my life like I usually do."

"So even after you get caught you'll kill people."

"Look you were once addicted to drugs right?"

"That's correct."

"How hard was it for you to quit?"

"It was the hardest thing I had ever done, and I still struggle with it."

"Killing people is my addiction. I can't just stop. Just like father."

"You are nothing like our father."

"I am exactly like him..." I looked out the window feeling hate for myself. ",and you know it."

"If that were true I wouldn't be here today."

"That's where you're wrong. Father wouldn't have killed you guys. He was too attached. He couldn't handle being attached. He was either gonna kill himself or leave me with no one like me. He wasn't able to live with the people he loved most because it killed him inside."

"He shot you Ann."

"And I know now that it wasn't because he was crazy. It was because he was trying to let go of what he created. Father's looking up at me right now in either shame or in awe. He's either proud of the monster he was afraid to create or the creation he was never ready to let go of."