homicidal >> mgc

Chapter Six

Jeremy was right, there was an ugly orange car in Caitey's driveway. Michael checked his watch it was only 2:09 pm, school didn't end until 2:30 and Caitey drove home. She would be here soon, so what was Michael going to do?

He got some gloves out of his backpack and checked the doorknob. Her house was open, so he let himself in. Nobody was home, he figured that out as he walked through the house. It was a really nice house, filled with expensive furniture. He opened random doors until he found Caitey's room. Her room was surprisingly messy; clothes all over the floor, bed unmade, makeup scattered over desks and dressers, food sitting beside her bed. It was gross to say the least.

Michael looked over her things, admiring the amount of makeup she had. He stopped at one particular picture frame that caught his eye. It was a picture of Taya and Caitey. They couldn't have been older then twelve. Taya and Caitey both smiled widely with ice cream dripping down their hands. Michael looked at the photo for a long time, smiling to himself. Michael marched around the room some more, stopping to look at himself in a body mirror. His face had droplets of blood on it, which Michael thought added a certain roughness and scare factor to him. He liked the idea of people fearing him and being superior.

He froze and he heard the front door slam. He looked for a place to hide and decided to hide in the closet. He stood next to her laundry basket, hiding his upper body between various dresses and pants. He took in a deep breath, basking in the sweet smell of Caitey's laundry.

Caitey stomped up the stairs, noticing dirty boot marks on the white carpet. "Carter! You know not to wear your boots in the house! Next time take your bloody boots off, for heavens sake!" She yelled, infuriated at her wrongly accused brother. But Carter didn't hear her as he wore noise cancelling headphones while playing his video games. She mumbled about how irresponsible and immature Carter was. She slammed her bedroom door behind her and threw her bag to the floor, somewhere with the piles of dirty clothes.

She groaned, thinking about how her mother was going to yell at her instead of Carter. She mindlessly ripped off her blouse and replaced it with a dirty Metallica shirt. Michaels eyes widened as he watched her take off her clothes. She took of her jeans and put on tight, sport shorts that hugged her body just right. Michael was getting excited from the closet. She flopped down onto her bed, placing some earbuds in her ears. She sang along to Blink-182, finally starting to feel relaxed.

Michael emerged from the closet, taking slow and quiet steps. He had nothing to worry about anyways, the carpet softened the thump of his boots. He didn't reach for his knife and instead wanted to take a different approach. He quickly pounced on her, having his legs on either side of her petite frame. He held her down by having one hand on her throat. She trashed around, trying her absolute hardest to get out of Michaels grip but she was no match for him.

"Let me go! Let me go!" She cried, tears running down her face. She let out throaty screams. She frantically moved her arms around trying to grab something - anything that she could use to defend herself. The pressure on her throat was growing intense and she saw black dots scatter her vision. She reached onto her bedside table and got a hold of a lamp. She pulled on the lamp and smashed it into her attackers skull. Michael went to the ground with a groan.

The black dots started to disappear as she started to regain steady breathing. She tried her best to stand up but was still light-headed and dizzy. Michael rose to his feet with determination in his eyes. Caitey stumbled around the room, trying to keep herself upright.

"You're going to wish you'd never done that." Michael growled and lunched for Caitey. He tackled her to the ground and took out his pocket knife. He held back no mercy as he plunged it into her stomach repeatedly. With each stab, more blood emerged from the now dead girls body. Blood flowed from every wound he made, staining the white carpet.

Michael defiantly stabbed her more then twenty times. He wiped the blood from his face with his arm. He stood up and for once, his hands were shaking. He stood in front of the body mirror again. He looked into the now cracked mirror with an evil smile plastered to his grimy face. Michael now felt like a true monster. He looked down at his shaking hands and saw the blood of not only Caitey but of all five victims of his hands. He was proud of the tortuous man he had become.

He heard a car door slam from Caitey's driveway. He sprinted to the window of Caitey's room and jumped out of it, careful of his landing. He ran into the woods behind her house and sprinted the rest of the way home, lucky for him that his house was on the other side of the small bit of forest.

Carter pulled off his headphones, feeling the floor vibrate from Michaels stomping. "Caitey? Did you call for me?" He yelled, pausing his video game. After waiting a minute with no response, he restarted his game and continued playing.

It was not until later that evening, when Caitey and Carter had been called down for dinner did they discover her body. Mrs. Walsh was angry at her daughter for not coming down for dinner so she stomped up to her room, getting angrier as she noticed the dirty boot prints on the fresh, white carpet. She whipped open the door, just about ready to scream at Caitey when she saw her baby girl laying in a pool of her own blood.

"O-Oh my god, Gregory get up here! Call the police!" She yelled. She flung herself to the floor and held her baby in her arms, the blood soaking her pink cardigan.

"What happened honey - oh my lord." Mr. Walsh looked away from the scene and phoned the police.

"Mom? Dad?" Carter asked wearily as he slowly walked up the stairs, "what's going on-"

"Get down stairs now, Carter!" His father shouted angrily, tears starting to run down his face.

"But-"

"I said now Carter!" He yelled, not being able to tear his eyes away from his dead daughter.

"Listen to your father." His mother said with a shaky voice, stroking Caitey's strawberry blonde hair from her face. Carter stomped downstairs, opening the door for the policemen when the arrived.

The police searched the room and found only one piece of evidence that could close the case, a bloody handprint by the window.

Woahh. this chapter man.yoioo first time updating in forever go me for not having wifi

sorry if I used your name of if this was too gruesome for you. thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed