Behind the mask

chapter 25

Authors note: just so u guys know my girlfriend wrote this chapter I don't want to take any credit that she deserves so she wrote this that's y the writing style is different

Abby's POV

"This should be fun, I've been waiting a long time for this," I say, smirking from behind my mask.

"You won't get away with this," Mathew says and I give a cruel laugh.

"Oh, sweet boy.  I think I will," I say, turning around and grabbing a long mirror.

"What's that mirror for?" Mathew questions, his tone suspicious.

"It's so you can watch yourself being tortured," I say before turning to Brandon.  "Hang this up."

Brandon grabs some hooks that are hanging down from the ceiling and attaches the mirror to it before pulling the strings that raises it up into position.  I lean over Mathew and gesture for Brandon to lift it a little bit before I gesture for him to stop.  Mathew looks at me, fear shining in his eyes and I smirk down at him.

"Hand me the bowling pin," I say to Brandon.

He hands me the pin and I hold it by the narrow part, swinging it around a bit to get used to the feel of it in my hand.  I swing it high before bringing it down on his penis, feeling satisfied when his screams of pain fill the room.  I take a look at his face and I smile when I see the tears running down his face.

"W W why are you doing this to m me? W what d did I e ever do to you?" Mathew stammers.

"You hurt me, you broke me, you destroyed me.  I'm just returning the favor.  Now shut up," I say, my voice emotionless.

I gesture for Brandon to hand me the probes and I attach them to Mathew's body.  I head over to the switch and flip it on, the electricity shocking Mathew's body.  I laugh and flip it off, taking the probes off before grabbing my best friend, the rusty knife.

I use it to carve ugly, pathetic, useless, mistake, and slut into his arms and stomach, blood splattering everywhere.  When his head starts to droop I smack his face, making sure he's watching as I'm carving the hurtful insults he gave to me into his own body.  I take the knife and cut off his pants and boxers before cutting his penis clean off, causing him to scream in pain.  Brandon gently pushes me aside and starts sewing him up and I do the same, making sure no more blood leaves his body.

"Where's the bag?" I ask Brandon.

"I'll go get it," he says, returning a minute later with two big bags of blood.

"W where did you get that?" Mathew asks, eyes wide.

"That's really none of your concern, dearest boy," I say, attaching an IV to his arm and hanging the bag from it.

"What are we going to do now?" Brandon asks, touching my shoulder.

"Let's lock him here and come back in a couple hours."

We exit the room and take our suits off, putting them in my backpack before we head to get some food.  We eat lunch and I get a text from my dad, saying he'd like us to come home as soon as possible.  I show Brandon the text and he agrees that we should see what he wants.  We finish our lunch before Brandon drives us home.

Brandon's POV

We pull into the driveway and I shut off the car, taking Abby's hand as we approach the door.  She unlocks it and we step inside, the scent of fresh garlic bread filling our noses and Abby runs to the kitchen, her love of food taking over.  We enter the kitchen and see Abby's parents sitting at the table with plates of food in front of them.  We sit across from them and her dad clears his throat.

"I just wanted to talk to both of you and make sure everything's okay," he says.  "Are you two killing?"

Abby's eyes widen and she says, "Yeah."

"Don't worry, I was just like Brandon.  Make sure your tracks are covered and don't leave him alone or someone might find him," he says and our eyes widen.

"We gotta go," Abby says, jumping out of the chair and running to the car with me behind her.

We drive to the house and we enter the room, after changing, where Mathew is, sighing in relief when we see him still hooked up to the IV bag.  Abby goes over and changes the bag and we wait until all the blood is back in his system.

"Pl please just let me go," Mathew begs.

"Sorry," Abby says and I feel pride at the way she's talking and moving.  "But we can't do that.  See, you've hurt one of us and if people hurt us, they die."

She walks over to the table of knives and selects one with jagged edges.  With an evil laugh, Abby slashes an X on Mathew's forehead and I know what's going to happen next.  She motions for me to hand her my gun and I do, making sure the silencer is attached before handing it over.  Abby takes it from me and aims it at Mathew but I'm surprised at what she does next.

Putting the gun down, she removes her mask and she motions for me to do the same.  I take it off and I go to stand next to her, both of us looking down at Mathew's shocked expression.

"You!" Mathew shrieks, his voice filling the room.  "It was you!"

"It was," Abby says, a cruel smile taking shape.  "And you won't be able to tell on us because you'll be dead."

She raises the gun and with her eyes locked on Mathew's and the gun aiming for the X, she pulls the trigger twice before handing the gun back to me.  She takes a knife and stabs him in the heart and twists it, making sure he stays dead and doesn't come back to life.

All of a sudden we hear the door creak open and a woman's voice, all-too-familiar, shrieks.  "It was you and the bitch all along?"