Evanna Rale - Serial Killer

Five - J.D

Evanna’s POV -

As I was running home from an hour run, I thought about how long it has been since I have seen Fred. Then the bad thoughts kicked in, what if he doesn’t like me after he got to know what my parents are like? Did I over react when I shouted at them as well as getting Fred involved in the fight? I tried to shake the thought from my head but they wouldn’t leave, my heart started beating faster, legs aching from running for so long and then I started to get dizzy. As I stumbled over to a nearby seat I tripped and almost fell on ...Fred? FRED!!! I almost kissed him still stumbling over...then I realized it was George. Wow, couldn’t get any more awkward. Wait...it did, after I realized that Fred was watching me, he had a confused look on his face and that’s the last thing I saw before everything went black. 

Fred’s POV –

What the hell? What Just happened? One second I saw Evanna running along, look all happy. The next second she was stumbling over, almost kissing George. In the blink of a second, she stumbled over, hitting her head on the top of a wood chair, creating a deep cut near her neck. I was in shock and just stood there, which felt like an eternity but was only probably 3 seconds, my jaw dropped to the floor staring at George, who already rushed to her aid. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, then quickly sped up when I realized George was yelling at me to call an ambulance, My Girlfriend and my twin? I knew he didn’t like her in that way...or did he? George seemed to always be around her... but that was probably because I was always there.  I’m just over thinking this...  But the thought still hadn’t left my mind as I was calling for an ambulance.

Evanna’s POV-

I woke up, not sure where I was. I only heard the beeping of a machine...”more anaesthesia, MORE ANAESTHESIA” is all I heard, looking around and seeing a couple of doctors standing around me, and in less than three seconds, I was out like a light again. The next time I woke up, I was sitting in room 604, Level 3 in a hospital, not realizing what had happened yet, I looked around to see Fred lying on one of the arm chairs, fast asleep. I looked over at the clock to see it was 4:21am, my head aching so much I had to lie back down again but I couldn’t sleep, Fred looked so peaceful in his sleep.  I was wondering what had happen, why did I black out like that? But then realizing it was because I hadn’t eaten or had a drink of water for days straight. I got up from my bed and decided to go for a walk, as I walked through the same corridor where I first met Fred and George; I smiled as I remember George telling me his name was Holy. I looked like I belonged in a mental hospital just staring there, smiling at an empty arm chair. As I was walking back I started wondering about Clove and Cato, My thoughts then drifted to, why I still couldn’t stand seeing someone or killing someone while they were alive, I just couldn’t put my finger on exactly what though. It’s like...I had a piece of my memory missing? No, that can’t be it. Maybe it was just a habit; I had no problem with killing people while they were unconscious. Uh I don’t know. All I wanted was go lie in my bed and see Fred, but when I got back to my room, he wasn’t there, weird. Instead I saw Paris Hilton? What? No, Clove just killed her.I rubbed my eyes, maybe I was just tired, I looked back in front of me and she was gone. I must be going absolutely bananas I said under my breath.  I climbed into bed and was just about to go to sleep when I started having flash backs of all the people that I’ve killed, did they really deserve to die? Yes I thought to myself, we are helping everyone else, but what about myself? I woke up, drenched in sweat, what is wrong with me....