Ted&Nancy with Jim

Killer Couple

It wasn't as slow as one would think when the old hag finally led me outside to a white SUV parked behind the library.

"All right, now get in the back!" she commanded. When I stepped in the spacey car it smelt like someone tried to cover an awful scent, but it could've been my sweat and I saw the back of the head of an old man behind the wheel. I looked at the drivers mirror to see his wrinkled face and body, the onyx shaded fedora above the aged eyes glaring back at me through the mirror.

"Alright Ted, I got a kid who'll help us. He'll be useful for the crime spree we're gonna commit." When he drove I felt my insides to panic and scream for me. As much as I hated to admit it, I was muted by my own fear, breathing rapidly but quietly, but I wanted them to be at least a little sympathetic towards me so I decided to talk to them a little.

"So, you're Ted?" I asked, pointing to the old man, "And you're-"

"Yep," Ted said, "That's how we met."

"Ah I remember it. I was a young gal and he was a young stud," She stated.

I let out an, "Oh god," under my breath, as she was about to ramble on.

"It was a better time and our hands touched as we both reached for the same book Ted and Nancy. I looked into his beautiful young eyes as he did to me and we told each others names and knew we'd love each other as much as we did the book. And I knew one day that we would get as much money and supplies as we could to reenact the book when we retired."

I became bored through her psycho love story as soon as it started, so I quickly reached my hand to the handle and pulled desperately on it and positioning myself to tuck and roll, but as many times as I tried to open the door, I had the unsettling realization that I was trapped.

"You think we're stupid kid?" Nancy asked. "We obviously locked the doors as soon as you got in. Right when I was telling a story too. God see this is what I hate about teenagers. So rude, disrespectful, no respect. In my day, you'd be beaten with a wooden spoon, but no that's abuse. Maybe this generation..."

As she kept blabbering, I looked out the window with despair as I thought of how my life was gonna change. Friends, football, my scholarship, college, mom, dad. Then it hit me. Dad is probably wondering where I am and how he's gonna find me. I bet he's freaking out and calling 911. I smiled and almost laughed under my breath since he could be the one to save my life. As Nancy kept lecturing me, I creep my fingers into my pocket as slowly as possible and look at the front to see if they can see me. As they're both looking in front of them, I look at my phone to see if I have any messages. Thankfully, I have one from dad from a few minutes ago asking, 'Where are you? It's been over twenty minutes.' I feel stressed to quietly and quickly unlock my phone while keeping an eye on Ted and Nancy and began to reply, 'call the-" but before my cry for help could be heard, Ted stepped on the brakes, causing me to drop my phone on the floor.

"Phone, give it," Ted grumbled, with his hand in my face. I picked it up and reluctantly placed it in Ted's hand, but I typed into my phone 'police.' and pressed send but Nancy slapped my hand and she reached over and took it from me.

"Rude teenager. Consider that your warning because next time if you try something stupid like that I'll shoot you." She looked at my phone and whispered something to Ted.

I heard him grumble something under his breath along the lines of, "Dang kid."

I looked outside the car thinking about life from now on, and thinking about how screwed I am and how I will get out of here A.S.A.P. but felt even sicker when I realized they drove far away from civilization and through a dark alley between.

This is how I die, crap.

Nancy got out of the car with her gun pulled and walked around the front of the car and opened the door and poked me with the gun, making me step out. She slowly but violently gestured met to the back of the car in which the scent grew stronger. Ted popped the truck, revealing a filled body bag which gave me relief of that not being me, but panic since it could be.

"Alright, help me get this out of here," she commanded. I attempted to lift it out of the trunk but it just fell to the ground like making a thud sound. She bent over to unzip it to reveal the face of a boy a couple years younger than me. His face was covered in blood and bruises, but he was looking at me as if I could help and he was still breathing and groaning from pain. I jumped to the sound of Nancy shooting the kid. My voice could only shake from his blood and brains splattered on my shoes and sweatpants along with Nancy's clothing. She reached into the trunk and threw a rag at me saying,

"Put the body away and clean this up, you've got a lot of this ahead of you."

She pointed the gun at me and I got on my hands and knees to clean the boy's brain matter. i shook being so close up to blood and gore. I felt dirty for doing this to another kid that could be me. I felt myself cracking up and screaming on the inside waiting for this to be over soon. I got as much blood as the rag could collect and gave it to Nancy, who threw it out in a nearby dumpster.

"Put the body back in the car, we'll deal with it later."

I had blood on my hands metaphorically and physically so I wiped it on the side of the car, hoping to get attention from other people if I'm lucky, but I can't wipe off the guilt and stress from witnessing a murder.