Mortem

Chapter 9-Mars

Day 157 // You aren't afraid?

I picked up my gun and knives and waited at the door. The door swung open to reveal the girl. She was covered in blood. There were bloody footprints leading up the stairs.

"Do you have any bandages?" She asked keeping her eyes trained firmly on the weapons in my arms.

"Never needed them, I usually take the people to the cannibals."

"Can you-..put the weapons down?" She asked.

"Can I put them upstairs?" I asked. She nodded

"Do you remember me?" She asked walking after me.

"Pardon?" I asked, highly confused

"Don't worry-...Can I leave?" She asked.

"No, you'll tell people where I live." I said angrily.

"So, you want me to stay here?" She asked leaning against the wall.

"Well you can't leave." I said, spinning a glittery knife in my fingers

"Right." She said eyeing the knife in my hands. I grinned, throwing the knife at the wall beside her head.

She gasped and moved away from the knife, she took it out of the wall and held it. "Calm down! I wasn't going to hurt you!" I said cockily.

"How do I know you're not lying?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Because you stopped police taking me."

"I can always ring them again."

"Well don't." I said boredly. Not killing people is no fun.

"Well don't throw knives at me. I don't want to hurt you but I will if necessary." she said. I sighed.

"So-..your name's Mars.." she said.

"Am I that well known as a killer that you know my name out of everyone's?" I asked smiling, "Can I have my knife back?"

"Of course not!" she said, yet I had no idea which question she was answering. I waited for her to explain what she meant, I hoped she did.

"We used to go to school together, don't you remember me? I was the only person that ever talked to you." She said, I thought. The earliest memory I have is a white room, I couldn't move much. I remember seeing a woman I ended up killing. I don't remember ever speaking to her. I shook my head.