Murder! One-Shot

Murder!

Shoutout to Wattpad for deleting half of this the first time I published. Yeah, now I've developed a habit of saving all my writing to google docs...

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I glance around the room, seeing the faces of my "friends" strained in concentration on the game flashing vibrantly on the too-big TV on the wall of Mitch and Jerome's house. They're all greedy and stupid, too stupid to know whats going on anyway. I sighed to myself as rain splashed against the window and thunder rattled the windowpanes, making Preston flinch subconsciously. What a baby. I look at the time- 11:00. Perfect.

"I gotta go to the bathroom quick. I'll be back." I mutter, standing up and fluffing my hair before shuffling out of the room. None of them even payed any attention. They deserve what's coming to them.

I step upstairs and into the kitchen, pulling out my phone and swiping through the apps till I find the one I'm looking for. In a few moments and a couple more taps and swipes, the security system is now broken and the plug-in devices in the house power off- including the phones. I see my phone display a "no signal" icon as the house also becomes a cellular dead spot. If I leave here alive, I need to thank that hacker I hired- all this worked like a charm. I wait for a moment before I hear groans and talking from downstairs as they tried to fix their TV. No use trying boys, you're all out of luck.

I turn toward the cupboards, reaching toward the drawer that I know holds the knife I've pre-selected for tonight. I hold it up, admiring the glint of the long, serrated blade against the hard kitchen lights. Its only a few more seconds before I see a small, tan figure appear in her reflection.

Ah Ah Ah I'm looking at you from a distance
Mirrored in the glint of my knife

"Lachlan?" He says, suspicion lacing his voice.

I remain unresponsive, watching him in my companion's reflection. He begins to creep toward me, just as I had hoped he would. Thats right you cocky motherfucker, you're about to get what your British ass deserved way back when you joined the fucking SideMen. I thought harshly.

I watched him get closer

and closer

and closer

He is within grabbing distance, but I can't risk him making any noise so I wait.

Ah Ah Ah It could be over in an instant
There within a blink of an eye

"Lachlan, are you ok?" He whispers, reaching out his hand toward my shoulder.

In an instant I whip around, twisting my left hand in front of his mouth as my right hand holds my beautiful knife to Vikk's tan throat. For a moment, he is too startled to struggle or make any noise. I take this opportunity to shove us both into the laundry room off of the kitchen, shutting the door behind me.

As soon as the lock on the door clicks, he begins to struggle and attempts to yell and bite my hand.

"Ah, ah, ah, Vikky. Keep struggling like that and you'll become verrrryyyy... sticky." I mutter soothingly as I slice the skin just below his collarbone.

He bites back a scream and stops fighting, going limp in my hands. I grab a random pair of Mitch and Jerome's socks off the dryer and shove them into his open mouth, successfully gagging him. I let him go and he falls to his knees, eyes trained on the beautiful knife in my hands.