Fear Never Dies

*Chapter Four*

"Do you think the FBI will get involved? Usually when they think that a series of murderers involves a serial killer," Jack asked, his voice was frantic, yet calm.

"If the FBI does get involved, then what will they see? Besides the anonymous call telling police about us, they haven't been able to track us down before. We've done everything right, we've left no trail, no DNA, nothing that could make them believe that they'll be able to capture us," Charlie-Mason said, as if he were trying to calm Jack from worries.

"Yes, and let us not forget that we are so far ahead of them. All we have to do is find out who made those calls and figure out who has been following us and why, but until then, we will not do anything to rise suspension. Let us get a house, a cat, and I will even enroll into a public school to make things look as normal as possible."

"Lizzie's right," Charlie-Mason nodded, pulling out his phone. "We'll just stay calm as we get to Chapel Hill. We're going to be okay. We're going to get past this without anyone giving us a second look and we'll be okay."

Charlie-Mason started dialing a number. Jack and I had not been able to figure out when Charlie-Mason had the time for people to owe him favors all around the country.

"Mikes, my man," Charlie-Mason smiled. "Remember that favor that you owed me? Well, I kinda need it now... I need you to get me a house in a nice place... Yeah... Thanks man, your debt-free... Yeah... Okay... Thanks... Bye."

Hanging up the phone, he glanced at us.

"How do you find the time to make people owe you favors? You barely leave us alone for more than three minutes," I demanded.

"Don't worry about it. Lizzie, when you're in school, act normal. Jack and I can get jobs to pay the bills and this will blow over. We'll let them think that we've disappeared."

I nodded. Normal was going to be hard to accomplish for me. I never went to school before, but I knew everything there was about it, how people in certain groups acted and I knew that being an important person in high school was important as well as grades.

"Charlie-Mason, I know this seems stupid. But what if I cannot fit in with the kids at school? What if I am too different?" I asked, the reality was sinking in.

I was going to have to play a role, a part, to keep my family safe, and I could not fuck it up. But I was about to be in a building with the type of people we killed everyday.

"Don't worry about it, Lizzie. Just act out the part and soon it'll be over."

The words that Charlie-Mason told me were not helping my nerves, but I knew that it was important and I was not going to allow my feelings guide me. I was not that stupid.

I could not afford it, not with our lives on the line, and it was not even me that I worried about.

"Lizzie, you're smart. Do you know anything about the FBI or anything that could help us outsmart them?" Jack looked at me with desperate eyes.

I made a hobby of myself when I was not killing people, everyone had them. My favorite type of music was the Classical period and I read psychology books all the time. Once, when we were in the suburbs of New York, I caught a subway to attend a analysis lecture by a FBI Profiler at a local college. I read up on serial killers, saw what mistakes that they made so that we could avoid them. I did my part in being the brain in the group, so that we would be safe and my brothers were aware of my hobbies.

"I can tell you that we have left no pattern. We were efficient and random. No kills were the same and that is where most serial killers messed up, they kept up a pattern. Same color hair, same race, same age group, same ritual of killing the body. All their victims had something in common, where we left no leads. Some of them we lured out of bars and clubs. But the rest? Schools, homes, work, and online with library computers and wireless internet from fast food places.