Scream For Me

Chapter 18

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It took three days before Ghostface, well Kyle as most knew him, before he was released from the hospital and Alyssa was there as often as the visiting hours would allow.

Her mom even became his nurse so that she could learn more about this boy; however being that he was mute she didn't learn much.
Alyssa on the other hand learned how much she loved his voice and was missing it severely by the time he was released.

Every day they sat together in his hospital room and she would do the talking for both of them, several times almost succeeding to make him laugh and break his silence.

The day Kyle was released, he returned to his home immediately, cursing himself for being caught off guard and getting himself injured. He would have to pick an easy target to kill or he would end up either getting himself arrested or making a complete and utter fool of himself and let the victim get away.

Once he had entered the spacious, but empty home, he took out his phone and hit the speed dial. Unsurprisingly the girl on the other end dropped whatever she had been doing and answered on the first ring.

"Hello!" he laughed, she sounded thrilled.

"Hey 'lyssa." He pulled his curtains shut before taking out one of his Father Death costumes. "How have you been holding up?"

"Idiot. I'm fine, sorry I couldn't see you today, especially since you just got released, but I spent the morning being interrogated by the folks and spent the afternoon being interrogated by Tasha."

"Don't worry about it. Are you free tonight, midnight perhaps?"

"I'll be free in half an hour after I kick Tasha out. Why don't you come over then?" Ghostface flipped through his files, looking for anyone who was not in any sports and was failing gym.

Hell a stoner would probably be a good idea to actually. He knew quite a few pot-heads that were nearly comatose when high.
Definitely not as fun as the ones who could run screaming from him, but he really didn't want to end up in the hospital again.

"Hmm, sounds like an idea lovely, but I'm plotting." He waited to gauge her reaction.

On the other end of the phone Alyssa leaned against the door to her bathroom she had hidden herself in for some privacy from her snoopy best friend.

"Why don't you stop now...?" She murmured, playing with the tiny soccer ball as she always did when she was talking to him.
He made a confused humming sound on the other end.

"What are you talking about?" There was a pause and the sound of her taking a deep breath before she spoke again, and her voice was nearly a whisper.

"Why don't you stop killing people? If you were to stop now, then everyone would think it was Cody. You wouldn't have to risk your life anymore; you wouldn't need to keep coming here in secret. Things could be normal."

The words felt wrong in his head and they tasted sour in her mouth as soon as she'd spoke them.
She liked him, even loved him as the insane murderer that he was.

There was no need for him to change.

"No. I didn't mean that. I'm just really worried about you okay? I just don't want to see you get hurt again." The murderer fought down any lingering annoyance her original statement had caused him before he responded.

"I'll be careful, and I'll see you soon alright lovely?" She gave a slightly strangled laugh.

"Okay. But what's with the nickname? You haven't done that since we first met."