FAKE

DECEMBER 3 2017 (10:00 AM)

The person creeps up around the corner. Jason's body sits limply in the backseat of the unknown person's car. Andrew's house is the one at the end of the street. It's blue and his BMW was parked in the front of the house. Feeling weary, the unknown person placed their faceless chrome mask on, which was cracked in the middle. Their vision was impaired by those cracks but it was better than revealing who they were. They didn't need to know who was killing all these snakes just yet. All of them have been exposed and have lost Jane's trust, they don't deserve to live anymore. Coming in through the back door, the person quietly paced the floor. Outside, there's a blue haze of snow and Andrew's pool is covered to avoid being frozen over. The person steps outside and takes the cover off, glancing at the cold, cold water. The intruder enters the house again and looks in the refrigerator for some food. They find some left over rolls and start eating those. They haven't had breakfast yet and they're so hungry. Killing people doesn't even phase them or their appetite. After eating the rolls, the person threw the box away and started drinking some sweet tea out of Andrew's travel cup he got in California when Jane and Andrew were searching for Evelyn's present. The person slowly walked upstairs and looked inside Elle's room and found pictures of her and her husband. Andrew's dad was never really in the picture though, he was always out of the entire state working. He wasn't here to save Andrew this time. Hiding in the darkness of Elle's room, the person thought of all of the things that they could do to Andrew. What they were gonna do to Andrew. They remind themselves, over and over again, that there's no time for emotions or anything. This has to be done. The wind catches one of the open windows in the room and starts to rush cold wind into the house. The person shivers, closing the window. Andrew is still asleep. The person creeps into his room and hovers over him. Looking at him sleep is funny. He doesn't know what's in store for him. The intruder paces around the room and finally settles to hide in the closet again just like they have done with every murder. It just adds an element of scare to the whole murder that they like. Andrew wakes up after a minute or two and looks around his dark room. It's too dark. He can feel some presence, a dark presence. It's fear. There's something dangerous in the house, he told himself. Listening to the wind, he relaxed himself and laid down in bed again.

The intruder made a little noise and Andrew shot up in his bed, looking around every single corner. He knew now that this definitely wasn't his imagination anymore.

"Who's there?" He yelled out, staring blankly into the hallway.

There was silence after a while and his heart was racing in his chest.

The intruder slowly, very slowly opened the door and stood over Andrew as he froze in place.

"Who are you?" He exclaimed and quickly shot up from the bed, screaming. He got his phone and threw it at the unarmed person. The intruder didn't bring a knife, a gun, or even a hammer. There was another plan in store for him.

"Evelyn?" Andrew yelled and the intruder pushed Andrew out of the room. He came tumbling out into the hallway and caught himself before falling down the flight of stairs. The intruder hovered over him and crushed his hands with heavy boots. Crushed them by repeatedly stomping on them with all the force in the world. Andrew started crying a river of tears and the person felt pity. They almost gave up but they grew back coldness in their heart. Kicked Andrew in the face and he went tumbling down the stairs just like the rest of them all. At the bottom of the stairs, the intruder lifted Andrew up by the legs and dragged his heavy body to the back porch. Andrew screamed and screamed for help but there wasn't going to be any.

The intruder grabbed Andrew and with all the entire force in the world, threw him into the freezing pool. The thin ice that had already formed around the pool cracked when he hit it. Andrew splashed around the pool. Blood poured out of his hand as he tried to swim back to the edge of the pool. The intruder sat down and sunk their legs into the pool, waiting for Andrew to reach them. When Andrew finally did, with even more force, the intruder grabbed him by the neck and choked him. Tight and tighter. Andrew fought under water and couldn't get back up. The intruder took a loose brick from the ground and slammed it into Andrew's head. Andrew lost breath under water. Blood starting emitting from his head and soon there was a huge cloud of red liquid around him. With one final dunk in the water and squeeze of the neck, Andrew finally let go and stopped moving. Blood kept bubbling up to the surface of the water as Andrew's lifeless body was frozen in place. The intruder shed one single tear and took off their mask to see the pool clearly. Now that their mask was off, they could see their art clearly now. They felt accomplished and cold. Revenge is an art.