A Ride to Death

Chapter 1: Lost

"I think I'll take a bath in his blood." -Mike Tyson

Ella

I looked at the newspaper in my hands for the last time, 'Lucas Bradford: Lost but not dead'. I wonder when they were going to update the news about Lucas. A few weeks have passed from the time he was gone yet there weren't any news after the last one.

"Amy?" I called.

"Hmm?" she replied, still reading the book in her hands.

Amy was this smart girl from our class who would always correct you when you said the wrong facts about anything. She was unlike every other geeks who wore braces and glasses, she doesn't wear those. And to be honest, she was beautiful.

"Hey Amy." I called again.

"What?" she looked at me with irritation.

"Sorry. But, do you think Lucas is . . . you know, somehow . . ." I couldn't say the word.

"Dead?" Amy said, a sly smile forming in her lips.

I nodded. "I mean, the cops seemed to have stopped searching for Lucas. And we haven't heard about him for a long time. I just thought that maybe he isn't just lost, maybe he is . . . gone."

"I wouldn't doubt it." she muttered. "If ever someone had a chance to kill him, the person wouldn't hesitate. Everybody hated him. Everybody wanted a chance to at least hurt him." she continued, slught bitterness loud enough for me to hear.

I knew that Lucas bullied everybody in town. May it be young or old, boy or girl. He bullied each one of us. And it was true, everybody hated him. Including me. But the thought of someone killing him never crossed my mind.

"I don't understand you Amy." I said, a puzzled look in my face.

"Someday you will, Ella." she closed the book she was holding and violently placed it in her bag. "I have to go to the bathroom."

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I opened my locker door and found a left note inside. I opened it and read it.

'Dear Classmates,

Tomorrow's the last day of school so why don't we have some fun? Why don't we go camping to be specific? If interested, please approach your handsome classmate, Matt.'

I put the invitation in my bag. I was about to walk away when I heard a loud scream. In just a second, students were running towards the scream.

The noise came from an abandoned room at the end of the hallway. Students gathered around a crying sophomore girl; a boy knelt down beside her and comforted her.

I walked passed through the other students and stopped infront of the girl and boy.

"What happened?" I asked them.

The girl pointed at the room, it was dark. I took a step inside and tried to look for the switch but I couldn't. Losing my patience, I stopped locating it.

I took a few more steps inside, eager to know whatever scared and made her scream. I wanted to know what's inside this abandoned room.

I continued walking around the dark room when I accidentally stepped on something. I was about to bring my phone out when the darkness suddenly ceased and the light bulb was turned on.

I looked at the thing I stepped on and a feeling of shock ran through my veins. My body felt cold. My feet couldn't move.

What is a dead body doing here?, I thought.

A dead body without a head. The legs and arms' skin were peeled off. It was obvious that the body had been stabbed for a couple of times because the shirt was full of blood. And the floor was full of blood. And the room seemed like it was painted with blood.