Serial Games

Chapter five! Jordan's POV.

I told her everything... Everything I knew, everything I’d heard. I told her how scared I was, how so very frightened I was. How the very mention of the word kill sent shivers up my spine. How the newspaper had said they had named the murderer VRASES, which means killer in Albanian. How Victoria was the next target. And through everything I had said Victoria would nod, listen patiently and never interrupt. Because that’s the kind of person she is.

‘Why you, out of the 6 billion people, why you...!’ I screamed, bursting my anger out. My pitch took me by surprise. I was so angry. How can another human being to this to each other. It’s unbelievable. What is he gaining from all this; fame? That bloodypsychopath. He needs help. He needs to go the psychiatrist, because he’s bloody mental. Why can’t the police catch him already? Are they stupid, collect his fingerprints, it’s not hard. There were so many unanswered questions, which needed to be answered.

She said calmly yet wisely, ‘Somebody had to be chosen,’ she shrugged ‘and it was me.’

‘How can you be so calm about this Vicky, you’re going to die.’ I immediately regretted what I just said and put my hand over my mouth. Well done Jordan. I only demotivate instead of giving people hope. I’m such an idiot. Go kill yourself idiot, I mumbled to myself.

‘I didn’t mean that.’ I frowned.

She stared at me blankly, ‘Hey, hey think positively, there’s always hope, always have faith.’

I ignored her, still searching my brain for solutions. ‘Why won’t you go to the police, tell them to keep you somewhere safe?’ I thought smartly.

‘Of course not, if I do that, I’d be trapped there forever. My life would be ruined; I won’t be able to do anything, live my life.’

‘But the police will catch the killer, and then you’ll be free!’ I said, dreamily.

Never going to happen... I voice in my head stated.

Oh shut up! I thought to myself. I then felt petrified, what he never gets caught... He’s been the worst serial killer around here, killing five people already, and, soon Victoria.

‘Maybe...Maybe not...’ Victoria replied, shaking her head. She hid her face under her hands. Victoria never cries. Yes, she has her moments, but she never cries. She’s always strong, and thinks positively about things. She must be really depressed, knowing VRASES is coming to get her.

So, I tried to cheer her up. ‘Hm… “Think positively” is what a young woman called Victoria Valderrama once said.’

Victoria looked up. She drew back her lips and revealed a beautiful broad grin, her beautiful one dimple forming up. Am I the only person without dimples!? Her teeth were perfectly white bearing in mind it was morning and she hasn’t brushed her teeth. I rolled my tongue around my teeth, feeling the plaque and decay. Horrible. ‘Who is Victoria Valderrama?’ She said, pretending to look confused.

‘...YOU!’ I laughed.

‘Oh is that so?’ She gave me an evil grin and winked, and then started to tickle me. I swear; I can take anything, anything, but not tickling. Tickling is like another form of torture. I snorted unattractively as she tickled my neck.

‘...STOP IT, STOP IT!’ I laughed, begging for mercy.

She didn’t stop, I giggled, kicking her stomach.

Victoria kicked me back still laughing. ‘We had some good times.’ She said.

‘Yeah...’ I then remembered. ‘But I had to ruin everything...’