You Shouldn't Have Fallen For Me (BEN Drowned love story)

Chapter 7

As I explained the joke to BEN and the whole story to Chris, He just looked at me with shock and fear in his eyes. "So that means...he is a murderer?" He pointed at BEN with his hand trembling.

"He i-is a serial killer?!?"

"Kinda." I smiled.

He slowly got up and walked out, staring at us. His face was pale white and he just shuffled back until he was able to get out of my room and close the door. Then I heard him run out of the house.

"I think he took that well." BEN said.

"Yeaaah, no."

He scooted closer to me "So what do you want to do now?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

I put my lips close to his and said "Lets talk."

He pouted.

I laughed, and sat down on my bed, patting the space in front of me so he would sit down.

He sat down at the place I touched on my bed. "So, he's a guy." He glared at the door behind her.

"He's gay," I explained.

"Right." He mumbled, "So anyway, he's gone and it's just you and-"

I cut him off "No."

"Aww, come on, please?"

"No."

"Meh."

I looked over at him pouting like a child who didn't get a toy.

"You know I could just do it any way." He said giving me a devious smile.

"BEN-"

He jumped on top of me and pinned me down to my bed. The terror in my eyes was shown and that only made his grin grow wider. He wouldn't force himself on me, would he?

Then he got off of me and just said "Just kidding Tali."

The shock in my face was shown well as I sat up.

He looked at the clock and looked at me. "We wouldn't have time for it anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"You know..... the thing." he said quietly looking down.

"Oh....that thing."

"Don't worry, it won't be that bad, lets go find a weapon for you 'kay?"

I didn't respond.

"How about a flail?" he asked.

"I don't care," I sounded defeated.

BEN pulled out a flail almost instantaneously.

"Where did you get that?" I asked pointing at the flail.

"I just happened to have it on me." he said handing it to me.

I gripped it and observed the large silver shiny ball on a chain. Sharp edges pointed out from the ball without a single scratch on them.

Suddenly, I felt a rush corse through my veins. I didn't feel like I was about to take an innocent life with another murderer, I felt like I was going out to T.P a house with my friends. That scary rush you get when your almost about to go down a roller coaster. Thats how I felt. It was an odd feeling of adrenaline that rushed over me. I felt guilty for feeling it.

We both ran out and passed apartments. The sky was pitch black excluding the full moon illuminating the night. We finally saw a house. It was a light blue and looked as if it were falling apart, but there were definitely people inside.

We walked around the perimeter until we found a window that happened to be open. It was low to the ground and small, so I'm guessing it was the basement. BEN slid though and helped me in.

I looked around in the dark. The room was filled with boxes and cob webs. Yup, it was the basement.

We quietly walked upstairs and made our way to the hallway. BEN waited for me outside the room. I slowly and quietly opened the door while holding my breath. I gripped the flail and adjusted my eyes.

It looked like the kids room. I felt around and touched a foot probably on a bed. I instantly froze and removed my hand listening for the slightest noise that he was aware someone was in his room. The child only stirred and kept sleeping.

I let out a quiet sigh. I got up close to now what I saw was a boy and stared at his features.

He had bed head and his hair looked like a light blonde color, he also had freckles over his nose and cheeks. He looked about 9 years old.

I swung my flail over my head and--- suddenly heard a woman scream.

The boy quickly got up and looked up at me. He stared for a while, but then started to scream "Mommy! Mommy, help me!"

"Mommy's not here anymore. I could say the same for your daddy." said a familiar voice. I looked up at the person and saw it was BEN covered in blood leaning on the door with his sword in his hand.

He started to cry hysterically. I slammed the flail down onto his head killing him instantly, splattering what was once a delicate child's head everywhere.

"You messed me up!" I screamed at him.

He just chuckled. I glared at him.

"Okay, so who next?" He asked.