Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

9

"I dont believe you threw all of them." Pete is shaking his head, a small grin playing on his lips.

I take my chance, throwing both stakes at separate dummies and running for the door. I sprint as fast as I can, I have the advantage.

"You know I could catch you in a moment. I locked the door anyway, so dont."

I stop, whipping my head back around. He would lock it, wouldnt he.

I turn around, back on the door. He starts strolling towards me so I walk slowly, towards the dummies.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Wow, you are slow!" He emphasises the 'are'.

I give him a weird look, what is he on about?

"Look, Im not peed off that you threw some sticks. Im peed off because you wont tell me how you did it. How did you do it?"

I stop walking back, hitting a wall.

"I dont know. I just did it." I panic.

"It took me months to even hit the target, even with muscles like these." He flexes his muscles.

I stop walking and watch him get closer.

"You have something, you know?"

My eyes linger on him for a moment before being diverted to a loud knocking on the door. The knocking gets louder until it sounds like someone is slamming their body on the door.

"Pete dammit!" The person is yelling.

Pete is barely a meter away. He stops and sighs.

"God, Patrick, keep your pants on!" He yells at the door, turning around.

He sprints to the door, unlocking it.

I drop to the floor, pretending to be dead as Patrick opens the door.

"Pete, what did you do to her?" He sounds angry.

I hear feet walk briskly over to me as I stifle a laugh.

"Pete! Look at her! How could you do this to someone so innocent?"

Pete makes some confused sounds. "She hit the dummy 50 times straight."

"No reason to KILL her!"

"I swear she was alive a few minutes ago?"

"You dont get it Pete, do you?"

I feel Patrick pick me up and I try my best to go limp. I let him walk about ten steps before shaking about and yelling at him. He screams, dropping me. I cant help but laugh for a while, Pete looking confused. I lie on the floor and grab at my stomach, their confusion just fuels my laughter.

"What?" Patrick rubs at his head.

"She threw 50 stakes directly into the torso of 3 dummies. Think about it, she could help me." Pete sounds desperate.

I drag myself to my feet, sobering up, leaving them to talk as I leave the room.

I chuckle to myself as I walk into the kitchen.

"Did you kill Patrick or something?" Joe laughs.

"Pretended to be dead, jumped out at him." I note, making a tea.

"So... What did you do whilst we were gone?"

I turn away from the kettle. "Just some... You know... Practicing."

He narrows his eyes. "Practicing what?"

"Just stakes and stuff. Im not very good at it, I missed quite a few."

He shrugs. "Always room for improvement, you know?"

I shrug, taking my coffee and sitting on the sofa.

"Andy, Joe? Come here?" Patrick shouts.

Both of them pass through to the hall and I curl up on the sofa with my tea. The warm cup heats up my blistered hands and seeps through my skin and into my body. I sigh, its more of a content sigh though.

"So, girl. We have a preposition." Andy rubs the back of his head, standing in front of me suddenly.

I look up and meet his gaze with a smile.

"If we teach you how to fight and kill will you help us kill vampires? You get to go outside... And you have something to do?"

I consider it. But then again, whats the bad side? I bite on my lip, focussing on each of the guys expressions.

"Whats the catch?" I ask.

"You kill vampires, although thats not a catch... And, oh! You have to tell us your real name."

I consider it. Freedom for a name?

"So? What do you think?"

I stand up and walk over closer. I look close at each of them and sigh.

Andy looks hopeful. He holds out his hand, trying to seal the deal.

I grasp his hand firmly and say "Lacey".

"Lacey." Pete repeats, he seems satisfied.

"Dont wear it out." I mumble.