Mad Maggie II

JV's Revenge

Stayner's POV

"I'm gonna hit the books...see ya later, dudes." I fist bump my friends in the lounge at the campus center. My buddies are in the football team, and we're just hanging out together, chatting about whatever that pops up in our minds. I should get home soon as I have some work to do.

"Can't you stay any longer?" Mark whines, his hands gripping his girlfriend's hips, who's straddling him on an armchair. I chuckle as I shrug, "I'd love to, but I need to pull my grades up or else I'd not be able to graduate from here."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. It's a lot easier to just drop out." Mark rolls his eyes. His girlfriend, a petite blonde girl, simply grins a toothy smile before she says, "But you know you'd be in trouble if your mother finds out about it."

"I know, I know." Mark rolls his eyes again as I walk away from my friends, heading back to my apartment. I shake my head a little as I wish that Mark would put a little effort in his academic life. He just wants a football scholarship and big bucks, but his parents want him to get an education "just in case if the football thing doesn't work out well." 

I walk out of the campus center and take a big breath in. I can smell the crisp fresh air through the wind. I sigh heavily and walk towards the apartments. I walk without any care in the world, just taking in the good evening before the sunset fades away into the darkness. However, I feel like there's something behind me so I often look over my shoulder - but I'd see nothing.

Why am I concerned on that? It might be my imagination, so I shrug it off and keep on walking. It's not long until I reach my apartment suite and head upstairs to my apartment, yawning as I reach for my keys. 

That feeling of being watched doesn't go away, and yet I don't see anyone. What the fuck is going on? I shake it off again, thinking it might be my own brain tricking me because I'm tired. I enter into the apartment and toss the keys onto the small table near the door. I place my backpack onto the floor and head to the kitchen. Scratching my butt, I walk to the fridge and open it wide, looking for something to eat...or drink. It takes a while, but I found some leftovers from a restaurant I went to a while ago, so I take that out of the fridge and walk over to the microwave.

Just as I put the leftovers in my microwave, my phone rings. I pick it up and sees that it's Joanne calling me.

"Hey baby, how are ya?" I greet her.

"I'm alright..." Joanne sighs. Right from there I can tell she's stressful. That worries me, so I ask her, "You okay? You need me with you?"

"No no, I'm just...stressed out by the...murders and all that crap." Joann sighs before she groans quietly. I can hear the rustling of her hair as she runs her fingers through it.

"You still scared?" I press the numbers in the microwave before I start it up. It hums as it starts to heat up my leftovers. Joanne is quiet for a moment before she responds, "Yeah...scared as hell."

"I know, baby. Everyone is pretty freaked out, too. Even I am freaked out as well." I say as I lean on the counter, waiting for the leftovers to be done. Not gonna lie, the murders are freaking me out too. It makes me wonder what kind of sick person would do that. 

"You? Freaked out?" Joanne chuckles. I smile, relieved to hear her laughter. It's been a while since she laughed. I scoff as I check the microwave, "What, you expect me to keep my cool about this whole thing?"

"No, not really. Well yeah I did, but it's not exactly right to not feel scared if you know what I mean by that." Joanne weakly chuckles before she sighs. It's so loud it tickles my ear. I shake it off and mutter, "I know what you mean, baby." 

A small pause between us before Joanne says, "Anyway...I should get back to work. See you tomorrow?"

"You know it." I smirk.

"Stayner?"

"Yes, baby?"

Another small pause. Then Joanne says, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby." 

I hang up and put my phone into my pocket just as the microwave dings. I take the leftovers out and open a drawer, looking for a sharp knife to slice my leftovers. I grab the knife and close the drawer with my hips, placing the knife onto the counter. As I turn around, I suddenly find myself face to face with a strange guy in my kitchen. I yelp and drop the leftovers, spilling it onto the floor and some on my jeans.

"The fuck are you?!" I shout at him.

"The fuck are you?!" he mocks me. I just blink bewilderedly at him, and he says with an unimpressed tone in his voice, "I bet you don't remember me, do you?"

"No, what the fuck are you talking about? I have never seen you anywhere before. " I angrily spit out at him. But something tells me he looks familiar, and I have no idea why.

"You have a sawed off shotgun in the back of your car and you shot me with it at the bar several days ago. How is that hard to remember? Oh wait, you were drunk as hell. Of course you won't remember that part. Oh, and owning a firearm is illegal on campus so you might wanna return it back to wherever you got it."

Wait, how the fuck does he know I have the shotgun in the back of my car? Then I remember the night with Joe at the bar...and the missing posters that was posted on the streets. No wonder why he looks familiar - that was him in the poster!

"Oh fuck..." it soon dawns on me that I did that. Did I really murder him? The guy scoffs as he shakes his head before he responds in a grim tone, "Yeah. You shouldn't shot me like that, but wow...I guess your ego got in the way."

"Fuck you!" I shout at him as I grab the knife from the counter and point it at him.

"Fuck me? My girl already did and it was the best thing I ever experienced." he says without blinking a bat and I just stammer in confusion. I try to curve it around by saying, "I bet your girl must dump you because you look completely nasty with that hole in your chest."

"First of all, you're the one that put this damn hole in me. And secondly, your girl is pretty dumb. Who in fact wants to date you when you're not rich or handsome and all that stupid crap?"

Now that pisses me off. No one calls Joanne like that. I scream as I rush towards him, the knife right at him. He just grabs my wrist and takes the knife out of my hand and then he stabs it into my right leg. I scream in pain before he serves a punch in my face. I fall backwards, groaning in pain.

JV's POV

I aim my rifle at his head and place my finger onto the trigger. It's already silenced, so no one else in the apartment suite can hear it. Hell, they don't even know that I'm here in the suite. 

"W-wait, hold on a minute! Maybe we can make something out of this!" Stayner stammers, panting as he grips his leg, where the knife sinks its blade. 

"It's too late for that." I grimly say before I pull the trigger. His head explodes in a burst of blood and pieces of his brain before his body falls onto the floor. I sigh through my nose before reloading my rifle and placing it on my back. 

I silently walk out of the apartment, being sure to get it locked before I get out of here. I walk towards the exit and leave the suite, hiding into the darkness of the trees close to the building. Now, the only thing I need to do is wait for my girl. 

I'll wait for her.