Chrysalis (Jeff The Killer) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 28: The Game of God IV

I decided to make this chapter a bit longer than they usually are, and again, I apologize for any misconceptions or grammar mistakes. Like I said, English is not my first language.

Thank you all!

"So," mused Williams intrigued. "Who was that boy?"

My head snapped to her. "What boy?"

"The delinquent."

"What about him?" I inquired shadily, but she didn't take any offense to this and evidently thought of it as amusing.

She sat straight up and kept her eyes shut, but that playful smirk of hers remained plastered on her face. "It came to my attention that he was willing to risk his own life to save yours. I take it that you're close?"

I snorted and looked down to the side. "Please, Johnson is nothing out of the ordinary. Just a classmate who decided to spend his time acting like a vigilante."

This, however, seemed to interest her to an extent. "Johnson, you said? Feels like I remember that name."

I raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

"Yes, in fact, I believe that it was her death which ultimately led to my own."

I narrowed my eyes and kept my arm crossed above my chest. "Whose death?"

"Just a pitiful classmate." She spoke of it so casually that she might as well have spoken about the weather and you wouldn't notice the difference, but it nonetheless made her somewhat reluctant to speak aloud of it. "She was a weak person, really. You could tell her one day that her clothes were the wrong colour and she would go home and come back the next one with another cut on her wrist. Truly pathetic."

For some reason, this brought back something to me. I remember being told by Jeremiah that Williams had been the source of another girl's misery, which eventually led to the girl's suicide. Being a naïve child, I was never told much about what had happened. Only the night when he got caught did he inform me of what had happened, but I never believed that I would actually remember it. What surprised me was that Williams was able to recall it. I thought that people like her viewed bullying, especially the kinds they directly inflicted onto others, as nothing but trivial bullshit. Seemed like I miscalculated.

"That's right," I said. "You killed her."

Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she cast me a glare so foul that I was feeling directly threatened by it. Whatever I said must have pissed her off big time, and though I savoured the feeling, even a glower like hers was enough to curdle milk. "I never told her to go jump off the roof, did I? She did that to herself, not me."

"Really?" I asked skeptically as I regained my equanimity. "Because it seems to me like you got what was coming. A life for a life."

"Black wanted to play hero, and somehow believed that by killing the culprit you would resurrect the victim. Isn't that a stupid ideal to live by?" She sat up and took a direct step towards me, but I stayed still and didn't move, but my eyes never left hers.

"I won't defend Jeremiah's actions, but not even someone like me can say that it wasn't warranted for," I stated coldly, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that told me to keep my damned mouth shut. "You didn't need to push her off the roof yourself to know that she was going to end it the only way she saw fit. It's like they say; Karma's a bitch."

"Like what happened to Evans?" she sneered viciously, and I paused for a moment, but shortly after glared contemptuously back at her. She dared to bring that subject up?

"What the hell do you know about that?"

"You didn't need to hold the knife, but because of your decision to involve him in your mess, he nearly ended up dead. If you'd just keep that pretty mouth of yours shut he would have been spared the Killer. Hell, maybe you would've done him a favour if you just let the man kill him. He was already in pain enough as it was because of the Tall Guy."