Scream For Me

Chapter 12

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Blood soaked into his sleeves and gloves as he worked over hey dying girl; she sobbed and screamed, her face contorted to a hideous angle from pain.

He ignored her as he finished cutting her open, she was on her back and her organs stayed in place but she was racing towards death, he wondered what her reaction would be if he ripped out one of the organs. He grabbed something, her liver? Spleen maybe? And tugged.

It came out with a sickening tare the reminded him of the sound of wet paper being ripped in half.
She screamed more loudly than she had before and shuddered violently before her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped against the flood lifelessly, hmm he looked at the organ in hand.

He supposed he had about ten minutes before the police would be called because of the screaming by the grumpy neighbor woman. So he set about removing the other parts of her innards. The police should have a little fun when they got here too.

Alyssa stood in her bathroom, toothbrush in her mouth and staring at the stitches on her arm as she brushed.
The black thread stood out, and she felt like the daughter of Frankenstein.
She rinsed out her mouth than toyed with the bottom of her tank top before slowly inching it up till it was just about at her ribs, the stitches there were a lot longer, but the wound had not been as deep.

She reapplied the band aids like the doctor told her to and smoothed out her shirt just as her phone rang.
The ID was unlisted and she immediately knew who it was.
He hadn't dropped by in a week, since the first day after he'd tried to kill her, but he called whenever he was bored.

"Hello."

"Where are you?" his voice was slightly annoyed.

"Uh in my bathroom... why?"

"Open up, I'm coming in." He hung up and she place down her phone. She opened the door, ready to go unlock the window so he could get in, but came ended up running into his chest.

"What are you doing here?" she pushed away from him.

"The police are patrolling everywhere, it was too risky for me to chance going back home." She raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"So you came to my house instead?"

"Your place was closer." She sighed and looked down at her shirt and paled.

The front of it was covered in blood. she looked up at him with wide eyes. he noticed her expression and cursed mentally, he should have known that she would react terribly to this.

"How much blood is on you?" she asked with a quiet voice as she looked at the floor between their feet, he hesitated.

"A lot."

She nodded then walked past him. She pulled out a clean tank top from her closet and then looked at him expectantly and he let her back into the bathroom and she shut the door. She reopened it with a clean shirt on and took a deep breath.

"Give me your costume."

"Why?"

"So you don't get blood all over my room!" she snapped.

She couldn't believe she was going to help him.
She felt sickened and upset and she just wanted this to have never happened,
he hesitated before he took off the costume, leaving him in blue jeans, a dark green tee-shirt and his mask which he refused to give up.

She took it and thanked god that she had just cleaned her bathroom the day before.
She half filled the tub with warm water and stuck the gloves and cloak into it, she was disturbed at how the water almost instantaneously turned pink. her own shirt was soaking in the sink and she turned back to him.

"For now that'll keep the blood from setting in, but it's going to have to be properly washed."

He nodded and she looked over him. he was lean, like a swimmer and he was around six foot three.
He had lightly tanned skin and a very dark bruise rested on his forearm.
She examined that closer; it was in the shape of a right angle....

"it's from when you threw the picture frame at me." her eyes darted up to his face in surprise.
he chuckled. "that actually hurt, what was that thing made out of?"

"metal." She answered, a small smile playing around the edge of her lips. "It was a gift from my crazy grandmother."

They ended up back in her bedroom and she locked the door.
"How are you going to get home?" She questioned, turning on her music so that their voices wouldn't be heard.

She then moved on to shut and lock the window and draw the curtains. Her eyes widened when she turned back to him and found him sitting on the floor next to the foot of her bed, reading her diary as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey! That's mine!"

"yes, but I need to make sure that you don't write anything about me in here, what if someone else was to stumble along it? that could be disastrous for you and me both." the book was snatched from his hands.

"I haven't written anything about you in here, I haven't even written anything since before school let out!" she took a few deep breaths and tried to ignore the amusement that was rolling off of him in waves.

"How are you going to get home?"

"I don't know...the police are bound to be around all night, the only time I might get a brake is later in the day while they're on a little," he snickered, "scavenger hunt."
He looked at her again, sobering up.

"Can I ask a favor?" she raised an eyebrow.

"It depends."

"Can I stay here for the night?" her immediate response should have been no.
she knew she should say no, but instead she gave a small hesitant nod.

"You're sleeping on the floor, and if you do anything to me or my family than you will regret it." she threatened, but they both knew there wasn't much she could do if he did decide to go on a little murder spree.

They settled down, turning on the news at his request and she lay down on her bed, throwing him one pillow and placing her own at the foot of her bed so that they would be a little closer together.

Not that either of them wanted to be close. That would never happen because he was a heartless murderer and she was some sort of hostage in this situation. Yeah. That had to have been it.

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