Angela knocked on Thomas’s door hesitantly. Hannah turned to her sister. “Mary—I’m scared.” Mary nodded. “I won’t lie to you Hannah—I’m scared too. Now I’m going around back with Jonathon. He’s probably unlocked the gate by now. Good luck Hannah-sama.” Mary whispered, kissing her sister gently on the forehead. Angela waved hurriedly, getting behind Hannah and awkwardly putting the knife to her throat. Hannah smiled. “Don’t know what you’re so scared about—I’m the one who’s got a blade to their throat.” Angela shushed her. “I think someone’s coming.” Sure enough, the door swung open and Mark stepped out. Hannah smiled. “Hello. Rather nice to see you now isn’t it?” Angela pulled the knife further to Hannah’s neck. “Don’t you talk to him like that! I should kill you you know.”
Hannah was taken aback at Angela’s acting skills. “Alright alright. Geez Angela—calm down. I haven’t killed anyone—yet.” Like the idiot he was, Mark scratched his head. “Wait, what do you mean by yet?” Angela grinned, passing the knife to Hannah. Angela stepped back, trusting Hannah had this one. However, the tables had turned. As Hannah swung for his neck, Mark ducked and slapped the knife from her hand. Before Hannah could react, he pulled out a switchblade of his own, advancing on Hannah. Hannah gasped. Well. I sure didn’t see THIS coming. She thought. Mark grinned. “I am so gonna enjoy this.” He whispered, advancing on Hannah.
Hannah put her life in Angela’s hands for once. Hannah smiled. “Oh so am I Mark. So am I.” Just as Angela swung the knife at Mark’s head, Mark turned—and stabbed her in the gut. Hannah watched, mouth agape, as Mark’s head soared clear off his shoulders and Angela sank to her knees. Just before Angela hit the ground, Hannah caught her in shaking arms. To Hannah’s horror, the knife had gone clean through her and stuck through her back. “Angela—Angela don’t you die on me! Angela!” Angela smiled up at Hannah, her eyes far away already. “Now we’re even—Hannah-sama.” She whispered. And with that, the last bit of life from Angela’s bright blue eyes drained away.
Hannah shook her head sadly. “You were never all bad Angela. Just misguided. Thank you Angela-chan. I will never forget you.” She whispered, closing Angela’s eyes and pulling the knife from her chest. Well. Now I just have another reason to kill Thomas. She thought, picking Angela’s body from the ground and walking outside to tell Mary and Jonathon of the bad news.
Mary and Jonathon gaped at Hannah. “Is she—” Mary couldn’t finish the thought. Hannah nodded gravely. Jonathon bowed his head. In answer to the question Hannah knew everyone was thinking, she held out the knife and murmured the name of Angela’s murderer. Wordlessly, Hannah moved Angela over her shoulders gently. “We’re not burying her. Not here at least. Now come on let’s go pay off a debt to an old friend.
Before entering the home, Hannah placed Angela on the small rocking chair. “I’ll be back Ange. I promise.” She whispered. And with that, Hannah lead the way into the place she had worked to forget for so long.
Jordon opened her eyes groggily to the brightly lit empty room. Why can’t I just die? It’s so much better than laying around in pain. She thought to herself, halfway between consciousness and unconsciousness. Just then, the door creaked open quietly. Jordon froze, her eyes wide open, as a hooded figure stepped into the room, creeping closer and closer until they were so close Jordon could smell their breath, and see the knife in their hands. Jordon closed her eyes shut, waiting for the pain. “Go ahead—do it. Death is much better than sitting here day in and day out in complete and utter agony.” She whispered. To her surprise, she heard a familiar laugh. “Yeah. I’m real sorry about that you know.” Jordon opened her eyes, shocked at the voice.
Hannah smiled down on her shyly. “Sorry I couldn’t get here earlier nee-chan.” She whispered. Jordon finally found her voice. “No—this can’t be happening. Hannah get out of here! It’s a trap!” Hannah put a finger to her mouth. “Quiet nee-chan—you don’t think I know that already? I’m going to get you out of this. I promise.” With that, she kneeled down and used the knife to carefully cut Jordon’s hands free.
“Now hold still. I don’t want to cut you.” She whispered, shakily lowering the knife to her throat. Jordon froze, not being able to control the shudder that went down her spine. “Easy now. I promise I won’t cut you.” Hannah soothed her, holding her hand gently and comforting Jordon when she squeezed her hand out of fear. Just as Hannah managed to cut Jordon' the door slammed shut. Hannah gasped, spinning around. In the doorway stood Thomas, holding a knife to Mary’s throat.
Hannah gasped, nearly dropping the knife. Thomas grinned. “Hello Hannah. Nice of you to drop in.” he whispered. Hannah stared at Thomas in shock. I did NOT see this coming. I did NOT see this coming. . . Hannah thought, clutching the knife in her hand. “I’d be careful with that, Hannah. I don’t think Jordon would like to watch her best friend’s sister get decapitated—why are you flinching at decapitation? After all, you corruptedmy poor Angela—forcing her to decapitate my henchman.” Jordon coughed, feeling something warm slide from her throat.
Hannah turned at the noise, locking eyes with Jordon. “She’s coughing up blood for crying out loud! The least you could have done was keep her alive!” Hannah snapped, wiping the blood from Jordon’s mouth. Jordon flinched at the sight of Hannah’s blood-red hand. Hannah, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Thomas grinned. “Well what kind of fun would that be? Anyway I don’t know why you’re so confused—I sent you the video. Didn’t you get it?”
Hannah’s eyes flashed. “Yeah I got it alright. I should make mince-meat out of you!” Hannah snapped, taking a step forward. “Don’t. It’s a trap.” Jordon whispered, trying to focus on Hannah, although the spinning walls were giving her a headache and making her feel nauseous. Hannah looked at Thomas, then Mary, then back again. “What do you want from me?” she whispered. Thomas smiled. “Isn’t it simple, Hannah? I want you all to suffer. Don’t think I’m going to kill you—that’d be too simple. I want you all to live here—forever.”
