Peterson's School of Gifted Psycopaths

Chapter 5

5

"There is a knife to my throat. A KNIFE to my throat." Iris's mind was screaming. The room began to spin and the faces off her friends becoming blurry. "I have to get out of this hold"

The figure yelled again, "What are you doing here?"

The teens in the room were frozen in fright. Staring blankly at the hooded knife holder. Confused at who she was and why she was here.

"Don't make me ask again."

Lauren was the first to break out of the trance. She shuffled her feet and decided to speak, "How about we put down the knife and just talk, okay."

"And lose my leverage, do you take me for a fool?" They glared at them, "Now answer me or I am going to dispose of your little friend here!"

Iris squirmed in her hold, but managed to speak, "You sent me texts, millions of texts. Do you not remember?"

Arms shoved the scared Iris forward towards her friends. The black hood was kept on but now you could see strands of hair sticking out, beautiful lilac strands.

"I don't trust you. I will never trust any of you." Her eyes narrowed, "Now did these texts trace back to me or was an address sent?"

"That was an oddly specific question ." Zeke scaffed.

"Buddy, It's better to let someone think you are an Idiot than to open your mouth and prove it."

"We traced it back to you." Iris coughed.

The lilac haired girl tilted her head back and started to laugh. A solemn laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. It bounced off the cold walls. "Well then I didn't send those text." Her face fell into a glare, "Now tell me the real reason you are in my house or I kill you all."

A ringing went through walls, and endorsed the fright of the teenagers. They knew they could overpower her, but they were all frozen with an unspeakable terror. Thoughts were flowing through the minds of the students like waves of the sea. Something told them to run and leave and never turn back. A force of some sort. A gut feeling.

Zeke looked amused and turned to his friends and laughed, "Haha, really," He turned to look back at her, "You are going to kill us all. That's 'so' scary. I trembling in my shoes."

"How long did it take for you to think up that one?"

Zeke raised one eyebrow at her and laughed more. The young girl just kept glaring at him, her eyes fixed on his. Worried looks were passed around the group, pleading Zeke to stop.

"Why are you here?"

"Fine then, but just know I gave you an out," Pulling her hands out of her pockets she raises them, "Last chance?"

"No we're staying." Zeke decided for the group.

"Zeke, no we should leave." Lauren shoved him aside and started to whisper to him, "Do you really want to mess with the obvious sociopath?"

"I am pretty sure she is just talk no bite."

Face palming, Lauren gave him an exasperated look, "I am not getting killed on a hunch."

"She might have something to do with Maia, come on,"

This hit Lauren and the rest of the group. Everyone wanted to find the killer, even though they mostly already knew who it was. A nod of agreement was passed around the group.

Lauren nodded then turned to girl, "No, we are staying."

Unfazed the lilac girl moved her lips to say, "Bad move," and clapped her hands.