Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 9

(Continued from the last chapter)

*This chapter is inspired by Lana Del Rey's Serial Killer*

As I drove Marshall and I made small talk. Then stopped every once in a while to get people on the roads trying to attack us. I made a couple of turns and made it to the neighborhood where John lived.

Since the last purge, John got himself a little girlfriend and his own son but, I'm not gonna hurt them. I'm just gonna hurt John for what he put me through. I pulled into the driveway of his house and parked my car. I sighed as I got myself situated.

"You coming?" I asked Marshall.

"No.. you should handle this," Marshall said.

"Aight," I said, and opened up the car door, getting out.

I broke into the house quietly and walked in. Without making a sound, I made my way to John's bedroom where he and his girlfriend rested peacefully, not for long. I stared as they slept together, fucking bastard.

"Hey," I whispered as I placed my gun on his neck. John's eyes opened slowly, and I punched him straight in his face. John's loud grunts made his girlfriend wake up, and yell at the sight of my gun.

"Don't fucking talk" I pointed my gun straight at his girlfriend's face, and she covered her mouth, afraid to talk at all. "I'm not here for you, or your kid," I said while looking at John's girlfriend. I then turned looking at John and grabbed him up by his shirt collar. "I'm here for you" I whispered.

Throwing John out of the bed by his shirt collar, I made sure his girlfriend was in my sight so I had her on her stomach across from me. I then pulled out a knife from my pocket aiming it at John as tears rolled down his eyes.

"You son of a bitch! You killed my son, you took my boy, you took my boy!" I yelled while on the verge of crying.

All you heard was loud screams, and I walked out of the house with some blood on my neck. I breathed in the cold Detroit air and walked back to my car.

"Karma.. karma's a bitch," I said angrily to Marshall once I got back into the car, and he stared down at the blood on my neck.

I laid my head on the steering wheel, with my face in my palms. I wasn't going to cry, especially not in front of Marshall. I balled up my fists and calmed myself down before pulling out of the driveway. Marshall stayed quiet, and his head was leaning against the window.

"Sorry.." I apologized to Marshall.

"For?" He asked confused.

"Being rude when I got back into the car, I didn't mean to be that way with you," I said quietly.

What was I doing? Apologizing? What's wrong with me?

"No, it's okay," Marshall said.

We kept driving in silence, very awkward to be honest. We made it back downtown, and the streets were empty. Where's all the action? This part of Detroit is usually full of fighting during the purge.

"Wanna get out, and walk? " I asked.

"If you want," Marshall said, and I parked the car, hoping out.

The walk was quiet, we just looked up at the stars that filled the sky. I was about to break the awkward silence, but Marshall beat me to it.

"W-Who are you, really?" Marshall asked.

"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?" I asked.

"No.." Marshall said quietly.

"Well, um, ever since I could remember. Everything in inside of me, just wanted to fit in, you know? Everything I tried to be, just wouldn't settle in," I sighed. "Baby, I'm a sociopath," I turned to Marshall, and said.

"No.. I don't believe that. Sweet serial killer maybe," Marshall chuckled, and a tiny smile appeared but then quickly disappeared.

I'm guessing we both got the same idea, because we both started to lean in for a kiss. His soft lips touched mine, and his hand snaked down holding the small of my back. The kiss was passionate, something I've never felt before. We broke away from the kiss, and I felt good about it, even though it was unexpected.

"You know, I feel comfortable with you, even though we've known each other for like a week," I said.

"The feelings mutual," Marshall said, and I started skipping down the road like a little girl.

I heard the sound of someone else walking besides me, and Marshall. I pulled out my knife, and backed up slowly to Marshall, holding up my finger, letting him know to be quiet. We walked down the street stealthily, and Marshall held his gun in his hand, prepared for what might come to us.

"Jordan!" Someone yelled, and turned onto the street we were on. Three guys, and one girl tried to approach us.

"Oh no! You guys got me!" I said sarcastically, and they started running up to us.

I backed up quickly, threw my leg up in the air, kicking the girl in the face making her fall back, and before she fell back I made sure my knife got her. Out of nowhere, one of the guys jumped on my back, tackling me to the ground.

"Get off of her!" Marshall yelled angrily, and I heard three gunshots go off. The guy who jumped on back fell down on the floor in front of me, and the other two were down on the ground.

"Are you okay?" Marshall approached me, and asked.

"Yeah, thanks to you" I said, and I hugged him.

Am I going soft for him?