Rivalry

Chapter 7

-Liz's POV-

Ugh... I shouldn't have let Jacob just go like that. For all I know he could get lost, hurt himself, or even run into that murderer!!! Oh gosh....

Getting up from Jacob's room, I head to the kitchen. I was actually serious when I asked what he wanted to eat. Some pizza would be nice.... Maybe a salad too... As my stomach growls in agreement, I begin getting dinner ready. Pizza obviously first and the salad second.

I look to the kitchen window above the sink, which overlooks the front yard. Its already getting dark, and spooky shadows cast by the three oak trees on the property aren't improving my already anxious mood. Why isn't Jacob back yet? He should know that its not safe to be walking at night....

To my horror, I suddenly feel a hand grip my shoulder, accompanied with a dark low chuckle.

This is when my instincts kick in. This is the same man from yesterday, and he's going to kill me. I suddenly swing around, ready to punch him. I can't die. not today. I need to hang in here for mom and Jacob.

Though, unluckily for me, this guy's one step ahead.

The minute I spin around, I'm forcefully pushed back against the sink. Not even a second later, the man has my hands held down with one of his, and the other with the knife uncomfortably close to the right side of my face.

"That," he states in a low, amused, tone "Was pathetic." Undoubtedly this is the same person from last night, and god... He's more terrifying now that I see him clearly. As I suspected, his white hoodie is indeed blood stained and..... I slowly adjust my gaze up to his face, fearing what I may find.

"You're Jeff, aren't you...." I blurt out as I see his face, which is displaying his cut smile and intense eyes.

He smirks, obviously finding this hilarious. "As naive as you are, you're right... Elizabeth." My stomach drops. Not only do I have a serial killer facing me, its some sort of nightmare being from an online site. I'm so dead.

"Why are you here again....?" I quietly ask, not breaking eye contact with this unblinking monster.

"I said I needed you, didn't I?" He carelessly responds, lightly tracing the side of my face with the knife.

"Why...?"

He stops with the knife and graciously keeps it at more of a distance, looking slightly annoyed now. "I thought we went through all of this last night."

I try to recall the crazy events of last night. Yes, I remember him threatening me to help him.... Yet, I can't remember why. And I as sure as hell don't feel comfortable questioning him further.

He scowls, most likely sensing my fear. And I silently praise whatever small miracle persuades him to let go of my hands so I can slightly distance myself from him.

Letting out a relieved sigh, I finally muster up the courage to speak. "So what exactly do you want me to do? I'm sure as hell not murderi-"

"No, idiot. Remember Cassie?" He cuts me off harshly.

"Yeah......?" I confusedly answer.

"You are going to monitor her. I'll be back, and you better have some things to tell me when I arrive." At this, he smirks and turns to leave.

"Wait! Why do you want to know about Cassie?" By now I'm very confused. Can't he stalk Cassie himself? Why does he need me? What does he even want her???

"The less you know, the better" He says with a smirk, heading through the kitchen doorway to the front door. Geez...Jacob must've left the door open when he left...

I hate that this guy is leaving me confused, with a job, anxious, and threatened. And before I can ask anything else, he's already through the door, seemingly vanishing.

Ughhh...... FML.

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-Cassie's POV-

I'm back in my room. I hate to say it, but I took a baseball bat to the mini TV. I didn't dare touch the Xbox.

I'm lying on my bed, kinda in a daze. Night falls outside. I'm fine with that, I won't get sleep anyways as usual now.

I sigh. My phone suddenly rings. I sit up and pull it out of my pocket. I pale at the caller ID. "B3N.DR0WN3D" is light up in bright letters.

By all means I am not picking up that phone, wether heaven meets hell or chicken little runs into the room yelling that the sky's falling.

I cross my arms, burying my face into them, knees tucked up to chest. The phone rings for 3 minutes straight, which feels like 20 minutes.

I.

Am.

Not.

Picking.

Up.

That.

Phone.

Suddenly, my ringtone changes to a different sound. I freeze in fear. It's the messed up music from Majora's mask.

I near fainting as my Phone starts glowing blue.

I can't take it anymore. Bye bye, my love! I pick up my phone, promptly open the window, and throw it out. It hits the pavement below, not even cracking.

Can't a girl destroy her phone around here?! I sigh, blocking my ears and squeezing my eyes shut.

I need to take a walk, but it's night, and that killer...well, at this rate I'll wind up dead anyways.

I keep silently debating with my lost mind what to do.