Blood on the Boa

Blood on the Boa Pt. 2

I've been through at least three interrogations in the past 4 days, and Dr. Bion has been through several more. Surely the police can't believe that we're the ones who did it. I have also been called down to the guidance office everyday at school ever since the death. I didn't object to those. Abby's death truly did scar my brain, and I don't think I ever needed to witness something like that. If there was any hope of me wanting to be a doctor, this extinguished it.

However, attention from adults isn't all I've been put through. I've also been getting ample amounts of notes and emails hoping that I'm okay after watching Abby die. They all gave me their condolences, which is strange because we'd only just met that day, and I had known her for twenty minutes, maybe not even. In addition, people talked about her as though she were their best friend! It made me sick that people who had never even talked to her were using Abby's death to get themselves attention. Abby's real best friend hadn't shown up to school in days. She sat all the way in the back corner sobbing uncontrollably during her funeral.

Thankfully, soon after this whole thing, Jenny Furgus and Pete Peterson started going out and all the attention switched to them. I didn't have to think about it.. But that doesn't mean I ever stopped thinking about it. A death, it can have a big impact for you. There were about six more murders after Abby's. There was a whole week where nothing happened and everyone was safe. We didn't notice it until just a few days ago.

It was the last day of our murder-free week. My mother and I were going for a walk. We tend to do that whenever she's home. You see, being in an EMT squad, she doesn't really get much time. She's out until late in the night, and she is often pulled during the night for some big injury. I walk my neighbor's dog for a spare bit of money, and my mother needs to de-stress. So we walk.

Max, my neighbor's dog, pulled at the leash as he saw a simpering stray cat wandering about. He bared his yellow-brown teeth and made a low, gurgling growl from the back of his throat. The cat bolted, and I regained a firm grip on Max's leash. But as the cat ran away, I noticed the note. It was a white piece of paper stapled to a tree. Oddly enough, it was stapled closer to the base than at eye level. Obviously, this was discreetly placed. It wasn't a flyer or anything. I handed Max to my mum and peered at the note.

The label was smudged, it had been in the rain. There were splashes of mud around the edges. It was only placed here during the rain, that was a few days ago. It had been here a while. The corners were bent down and the paper was folded several times over. I slowly unfolded the delicate piece of paper, trying not to tear it at any of the creases. My eyes skimmed the thirteen words that were written over and over again.

"I saw you read this note. I'm coming after you and your family."

I attempted to decipher the writing on the front of the paper. It's smudged lettering covered with ink stains read:

"Turn around."

I slowly turned on my heel. I saw him only for a second. He wore a black hoodie with the Deathly Hallows symbol on it, and had a black masquerade mask covering his eyes and nose. His hands were gloved, but the fabric was ripped under his thumb. It was a strange moment. It almost felt like I recognized him. I went back to my mother and took Max's leash, trying to come up with some excuse as to why I took so long by the tree. She didn't notice. My mother tends to do that, get lost in thought. I do it too. We walked home, and I dropped Max off with my neighbor and locked the doors as I got in the house.

After homework that night, the doorbell rang. I rummaged through my desk drawers until I found something sharp, my old broken compass. This compass always tore a hole through the paper every time I tried to draw a circle. It cost me my homework grade twice. It's time to put its sharp edges to good use. I crept down the stairs and looked through the peep-hole. I couldn't see anyone. I quickly grabbed my phone and kept it next to me, ready to dial 911 as I slowly unlocked the door.

Suddenly a face quickly appeared in front of the peep-hole and I screamed. It was too alarming for me, and with everything on my mind, I didn't have time to recognize the fact that it was just my brother wearing his Skeleton Clique hoodie. It's been so long since I've seen him. MIT keeps him busy, so he barely comes home to visit anymore. I unlocked the door and it swung open. Two strong arms pulled me into a bearhug.

"It's been a while, kid." My brother grinned as he released me from his hold. I drew my arm back and punched him, straight in the left shoulder. He grasped his shoulder in pain and shot me that What did I do? look.

"Not funny." I hissed. My brother flashed me a toothy grin, and I couldn't help but smiling back. He waltzed into the kitchen and I noticed the black marks on the back of his neck. "What're you? A fireman? You're neck's all black."

"Yeah. Dye from the sweater." He grabbed a carton of milk and began gulping it down, straight from the carton. Suddenly, it hit me. 

"How long are you here for?"

"Couple nights. Just some business I gotta take care of."

"What business?"

"Stuff. Nothing to concern yourself with."

The killer will have to strike sometime in the next couple of nights. My problem is, I have no clue as to when.

That night I sleep came and went in short bursts. I had left the light on in the hallway. I couldn't focus on anything. Suddenly, I heard a thud and a shadow appeared from under my door. The knob began to rattle, and the door slowly swung open.

I know I said two parts before, but I realized how long the third part will be, so I broke it up into even smaller pieces. The next part should be up relatively soon in comparison to how long it took me to write this part. Also, it's been a while since I've updated The Battle of the Four Moons, so I'm going to try to have the new chapter out to you by next Sunday and the final part to this short story. Stay alive frens |-/