Lost Off

Chapter 3 - Games

Games? What does he mean begin? Does he know about me or that I'm chasing him? He definitely does. Goddamn this maniac.

I jumped off from my bed and grabbed my phone to text Brian. Brian was one of the geniuses who have created the website. Fortunately he was my best friend. I quickly texted him and told him about the message.

"The site has been accessed through Kate's IP address and the sender has disabled our firewall. That moron is gonna let our everyone know about this site. Who the hell is this guy?", Brian said. His voice was frantic.

His message shook me hard. The crazy maniac murderer knows that I'm chasing him. I have to be extra careful with that. I can be attacked anytime, anywhere. Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

"Park, me and my group tried to track this peculiarity and we've found something, the site has been accessed through a phone and the GPS is indicating that it is 500m AWAY FROM YOU HOUSE..!!", Brian texted.

"Whaaat..!!!! A phone? Send me the location".

"CATCH THAT BASTARD", He went off after sending me the map.

500m away from my house? This is definitely a trap. He knows that I'm after him and he's preparing a bait for me. I went out the house prepared to die. It was 11 o'clock. Perfect! It was like death was walking me her home because she can't kill me here.

100m away from my destination, I heard woofers thumping and I couldn't believe it when I saw that it was a place where a high school party was going on. No abandoned building or home. No amusement park. No parking lot. But a beat thumping house?

I ran inside and everyone was drunk. When I say everyone, I mean everyone. I reached the back patio and couldn't see a single sober guy. So was it a drunk text? There was no way I could doubt the precision of Brian. If he says that the text has been sent from this house. Than this house it is. I started looking around. I went upstairs. Nobody was on their phone. They were either on the table passed out or on each other, if you know what I mean. I went downstairs again and because of my frantically taken steps, I ran straight into Zoey. Zoey was in my English. She had pale blonde hair and was a little thin. Like models of VS. She could be, I don't know.

"Hey Park, whater yew doin' heeyah, thought yew din't like parties", she said and by the way she talked, I can tell she's been drinking. A lot.

"I still don't", I said.

"Now now....why yew soundin' so deprus...depress...depress? Did your gurlfriend left ya?".

No she was thrashed open through an eight inch knife by a sadistic maniac right before she was about to kiss me under the stars.

"No, I'm just not in a mood", I said. All this time I kept looking for kateskiller98 turning my head left then right then left then right.

I pushed Zoey so that her grip around my neck would break and I'll be able to breathe in fresh air again. Maybe he left, maybe he saw me and got scared. Faggot wasn't scared when killing Kate. I gave up. I walked to the front door gulping down a shot that was kept on the table, when my phone beeped.

"Missed me J", kateskiller98 pinged me. I turned back and she was gone. Zoey. I searched for her in the whole house but she wasn't there. How dense of me to think that the killer can only be a guy. All this time I thought there was some guy behind the murder when it was a girl. A playful, vivacious blonde. Why would she do it? I don't give two cents about that, I know she killed Kate and then she tried playing with my mind. Maybe she wanted to get me drunk and kill me where there wasn't anyone. She didn't expect me here so she played all this drunk blonde. I shivered, the girl who torn open Kate, was standing inches away and hugging me. I went home petrified. I didn't go to Zoey right away because it could be that she was framed. It could be that the killer saw me going shit-bonkers crazy in that house and played with me when he had the chance. And if Zoey was drunk, interrogating her won't be of any use to my investigation. I had swallowed my sadness with 2 more shots of whatever it was and went home. I didn't want this to be going as I've already felt like enough.

16th October - 4 days ago

"Bro what happened!? Did you catch that slob?", Brian asked as soon as I entered the class.

"No I-I didn't. Must've missed him", I said, lying again. I felt bad lying to Brian because he was the only guy I talk to and he helped me a lot.

"C'mon man, I know you're lying. Tell me the truth. That guy hacked into my system, into our system dude. I can't let this go. He is way too good in computers and I just can't let that go. So tell me", Brian said. By the end of his obsessive speech he was almost screaming.

"Girl", I said.

"Huh?",

"It's a girl we're talking about. It is not some guy".

"What girl?"

"Zoey",

"What! Zoey? That bimbo? Are you sure?",

"I'm not sure. But..", I showed him the text I got in that house, "I got this just after Zoey hugged me and when I turned around she was gone. And please don't give me that I should've checked in the house because I did and she was nowhere".

"It could be. But why would she killed her?" Brian said and it was a question I didn't had a answer for.

"I don't know".

"The real question is this only. Until she didn't have a motive, you can't just call her a murderer. We have to interrogate her".

"It's not that I'd never given it a thought that she didn't had any motive, it's just I wanna catch that maniac", I said looking down. We were in the hallway by now.

"Hey, it's okay. And even if...." Brian looked right and Rontella, Brian's girlfriend, was standing just right there. "Zoey's the killer", Brian completed his sentence looking at Rontella straight in the face. I gave Brian the Are-You-Serious? look. We stood there in silence, me looking at Brian, Brian looking at Rontella and Rontella looking back at Brian. Great now she knows what we're doing. Maybe she's the killer and now she knows we're after her. Brian you little shit.

"Mayn! Zoey's a killer in the way she dresses. That's hot damn!", Brian said finally. Rontella got pissed.

"Maybe you should date her then", she said and walked away.

"See I got this. Meet ya later", Brian said and ran to Rontella.

I turned around and in a second I was pinned to the locker.

"What's up nerd!", Brad said holding both of my collars.

"What the hell?", I said.

"I heard all about what you are saying around. You think I did this? You think I killed Kate? Well I don't know about Kate but I'm sure going to kill you!", he was screaming 3 inches away from. Like can someone tell this guy I don't have any ear problems and he doesn't have to scream. Douche.

"Threatening me in the middle of the hallway is not a great idea Brad. The suspicion is already on you, and if I dropped dead tomorrow, everyone's gonna blame you for that", I said and by that time the whole corridor was full with students.

He put me down finally, looked at me for a bit and then walked away. It worked. I never thought it would and I even lied about him being the suspicion, but it goes how it goes.

It was our last period of the day. The emergency bell rang and everyone got up from their seats and started walking. Nobody even panicked. It was like "Yeah whatever kill me, I'm already dead inside". We gathered outside our school and we stood there for 15-20 minutes. It was some prank. There was no fire, no earthquake or any anomaly. We went inside and when Mrs. Huck entered our class she screamed her lungs out. There was a dead body in the class beside the broken window. A blonde girl was laying dead but there was no blood. We turned her over and it was Zoey. Me and Brian looked at each other with shock and despair.

"Nope, she can't be the killer", Brian said.