One By One

One by One Chapter 16

One by One Chapter 16

Anna’s POV

I slammed my car door, and shoved my seatbelt on, followed by Kirsten, and Jen, who was sitting next to me in the passenger seat. Putting the keys into ignition, I almost instantly sped off, not caring if I’d get a ticket or not. The metro was about a 20 minutes drive from the mall, right next to our school.

As I got to the stoplight, Kirsten suddenly spoke. “Oh! Maybe Drew knows if he’s ok. Maybe he’s with him!”

“Yeah, he probably is! Call him!” Jen urged. Jen and I listened to the ruffling of Kirsten going through her purse, and the fainted ringing on the other end, waiting and hoping for good news.

“Hey” Kirsten finally breathed, her voice shaky. “Do you know if Cory’s alright?” she asked, pleadingly.

She noticed my eyes staring at her through the rear-view mirror, and Jen’s head turned, staring her down, so she rolled her eyes and hit speakerphone. I heard a few beeps, and realized that the light had turned green, and I hit the gas, putting my attention back on the road. Jen, Kirsten and I waited expectantly for him to speak.

“No,” he finally answered nastily. He’s dead”. And then the line went dead.

I turned the car to the side of the road, and parked the car. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes to let the news sink in.

“I’m uh, gonna call Austin…” I mumbled sadly. Jen nodded, her arms crossed without looking my way.

“Hey Austin” I said into the phone. “Hey babe, I’m almost done picking up dinner” he chirped happily. I looked over at the rearview mirror to see Kirsten biting her lip, holding back tears. Her eyes didn’t meet mine.

“Listen about that” I started, turning my attention back to Austin, “We’re going to have to have to cancel. Cory got pushed into the metro, and the guy killed him” I finished.

There was a long awkward pause, as we both had a feeling we knew who did it, and that we couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“Oh. Okay. I’ll meet you there in 20. Okay?” he asked, his happy expression obviously long gone.

“Sure” I forced a smile before hanging up.

“Do you guys, uh wanna go to see what happened?” I asked unsurely.

“Yeah” Jen answered for both her and Kirsten, as she had her head in her hands and was quietly sobbing.

*****

“Witnesses say that the murderer was tall, with a dark hoodie and had icy blue eyes” the investigator’s description practically read my mind.

We were standing at Beaudry metro station, where Cory had been thrown in. There was yellow ‘CAUTION’ tape surrounding the tracks.

The blue metro cart that hit him was stopped, and the paramedics who hadn’t already taken Cory’s body to the hospital to try to save him from his very likely death (They told us they THOUGHT he was dead, but were going to try to revive him, and find some evidence proving who the killer was in their labs) were busy cleaning up and collecting the blood.

There were several police officers surrounding the area as well, most of them questioning the few possible witnesses. Drew told us that he’d already talked to them, as soon as we got there, and gave us in great detail what happened.

 “We haven’t been able to identify the criminal yet, since he escaped the scene” the investigator explained to me, Jen, Austin, Kirsten and Drew.

“I was one of the witnesses, and he also had a red Audi S4 2004” Drew added, while the investigator noted it down. He then noticed Kirsten crying and hugged her comfortingly.

Austin and I gave who we thought would be a valid suspect, and details on what we knew about him.

“Is that all you know about the suspect? Not even a name?” the investigator asked. Sadly, neither of us knew who this guy was and why he was after us. I nodded, as well as Austin, who looked away afterwards.

“Okay,” the man sighed, closing his notepad, “we’ll probably have the criminal identified by next week” he smiled at us, attempting to be assuring, and left.

“Yeah right” I mumbled, as tears burned my eyes. “It’s pretty sad, ‘cuz we can’t do anything to stop this guy from striking people we love. And we don’t know he’ll strike next either” I told Austin.

He didn’t say anything for a while. Finally, when I almost forgot about the comment I’d made he answered. “Yeah, but I have a feeling he’s saving me for last” he practically whispered.