Outlawry {Rewritten}

Chapter 2 ~ Luther//Liquidation and Infatuation

"No! Stop it!" Sienna screamed at me. She wildly bucked and kicked as she tried to get out of my grasp. I dodged every attack, for I was nearly an expert at this sort of thing; it was like second nature. My heart beat felt as though it had never beat slower as I stoically clutched her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Keep screaming..." I requested sardonically. I wanted to see how much of a rise I could get out of her before I beat her to death.

"You're sick!" she yelled before spitting in my face. I nonchalantly wiped it off of myself as she escaped my grasp for a moment. In that moment, she rose up and tried to flee. I grabbed her ankle tightly, causing her to tumble back down, smashing her face into the floor. However, she still make a weak attempt to get back up.

I climbed on top of her and took a seat on her back, preventing her from going any further. "Fine," I said to myself, defeated. "I suppose that I'll just have to skip the fun part."

She lifted her injured head up slightly. "F-fun part?" she spoke like her head was stuck in the clouds.

Suddenly, clenching my jaw in a fit of rage, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and smashed her forehead into the floor as hard as I possibly could. A slight shriek escaped from her mouth before I did it again, and again. It was my only shot to kill her, and I wasn't about to waste it. I did it five or six times (the exact number of times, I cannot remember), until I was certain that she was dead.

Slowly, I released her hair and tilted my head back towards the ceiling as I caught my breath and wiped away the cold sweat that threatened to drip down my forehead. I picked myself up from on top of the dead girl and worked my way over to the hall closet, where I kept a pair of black, leather gloves.

Slipping them onto my long, boney fingers, I began to gather up Sienna's belongings. Her car keys were attached to a lanyard that rested on top of her backpack. I went out to her car and threw her backpack into the passenger side. I started the car, made sure no one was around, and dragged her limp body out of my house and into the driver's seat. I looked across the street once more to double check, but the house across from me had been up on the market for months, empty and abandoned.

"Well, this was boring," I spoke to myself. I climbed into the driver's seat as well, and sat between her legs, for the both of us were more on the skinny side.

I began to drive down a lonely road where there wasn't much traffic driving about. I turned off the air bags, and pressed the accelerator pedal to the floor. The vehicle was headed on a path to crash into a tree. And that was exactly what I wanted it to do.

Just seconds before I thought that the car would get into the collision, I thrust myself out of the car and allowed it to smash into the trunk of the tree. Parts of the car went everywhere as Sienna's mutilated body lied inside.

Wincing and slowly recuperating from my severe tumble, I made my way over to the steaming car. I gently leaned the dead girl forward and rested her head on the steering wheel to make it appear as though the impact had caused her to hit her head on it, thus explaining the damage done to her skull. I shut the door to the car to the best of my ability, and walked into the dark, back to my house.

As I cleaned up the bloody mess that I had just created in my living room, I was pleasantly surprised when hours passed and no police came to my house. But why would they? I thought. One wouldn't really think of a 17 year old boy to be the suspect of a car crash that he should have nothing to do with.

School the following day was an absolute maelstrom of chaos and grim spirits. The entire student body was in a frenzy, all talking about how Sienna had died. Most of her friends had remained home that day to grieve over her heinous death. I received many dirty looks from those suspicious of me throughout the day, but there was no way I was going to start caring about that now.

During my last period class of the day, which for me was history, something delightfully unexpected came up. Something that changed my life forever.

"Class," our history teacher began. I had been staring off into space, completely uninterested in what the teacher had to say. However, his next statement captured my attention. "We have a new student joining us at Olympus High."

Intrigued, I looked up. Anyone new to this town was definitely of interest to me. I had made it a point to find out important things about my fellow classmates. Where they lived, who their parents were, even down to their middle names. I needed to do my research on this person.

"Her name is Ava Lane."

So it's a girl... I thought. Even better.

"Come on up, Ava," our teacher requested. A thin, petite girl with strawberry blonde hair that was leaning more towards orange, and grey-blue eyes made her way up to the front of the classroom. Her small mouth like the beak of a baby bird hung slightly and delicately open. I grinned to myself wickedly.

She's perfect.

"Tell us a little bit about yourself, Ms. Lane."

"Well, I just moved here from Astoria, Oregon, and my mother just opened up her floral shop here." Her voice was faint, breathy and quivering, much like she was. It peaked my interest most definitely.

"Oh, how interesting!" the teacher exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at him. After a few more exchange of words, he got down to business. "Now, Ava, I'm sure that you have heard by now of the tragedy that befell onto one of our classmates last night."

The new girl nodded her head solemnly. "I've heard. It's so horrible! Death is horrible. I didn't know the girl, but I still cried about it today."

"We have all suffered quite a shock," he said grimly. "However, we have a project due tomorrow that I unfortunately cannot postpone." He pulled a list out from under his desk and took a look at it. "Oh, yes, Luther was Sienna's partner for this. Luther, would you please raise your hand?" I let out a sigh and slowly raised my arm up, but let my hand lay limp in the air, hopefully giving me a death-like, ominous look. Ava gulped at the sight of me. "I'm assigning you two to be partners for the project. I'll give you an extra day to finish it if you'd like."

Ava tore her gaze away from me to smile weakly at the teacher. She gave him a nod. "That would be great. Thank you."

The teacher handed her a piece of paper with the project outline on it. Ava walked over and sat down in a seat near me, leaving an empty one between us. I stared at her, as did the other boys in the classroom, for she was lovely. But I wanted her all to myself. I was tempted to hiss at them. To murder them right there. But I pushed those thoughts from my mind.

Ava was my focus right then.