Twisted

Chapter 5:

       Tyler sits calmly watching tv in his living room for most of the night, allowing me to slip through a opened window. He cheated on me with some bimbo cheerleader from another school. She's in for a rude awakening tomorrow when she finds out her precious little boyfriend is dead.

       Silently I creep through the quiet halls scanning the walls and their photos. I remember just how much his family loved me, especially his mom. She loved the fact that I knew how to bake and cook some Italian food. There would be nights she invited me over to help her cook some family dishes especially if loved ones came to visit all the way from Italy. If only her son loved me as much as she did.

     Finally I make my way to the living room and the funny part of all of this is Tyler is watching the movie Halloween. Oh the irony. Tonight though I don't feel like toying with the boy, I would rather just kill him and head home, maybe read a book or something. Just as I'm about to pull my knife out the tv screen turns black exposing my reflection.

      "What the hell?!"he shouts as he spins around, his eyes locking on mine. Damn it. He tries to run off but I lunge making my knife cut his skin like butter. He hisses at the pain as he pushes past means runs to the front door. With a perfect throw my blade sinks into the back of his leg. He cries out but doesn't fall. Tough son of a bitch.

      Crickets chirp softly as Tyler sprints out on to the grass. He is just about to make it to the street when out of nowhere Ghostface rushes from the bushes. I watch in shock as he tackles Tyler.  He cries out for what fells like awhile but after a few minutes it stops. Panic fills me as I see Ghostface looks at me. I begin to slowly back away as I try to figure out how to defend myself but my knife is still lodged in Tyler's corpse. The only choice I have is to turn and run.

      He cocks his head to the side as he stands and watches me. I have no other choice but to turn back and run. Sprinting through the house he remains in my tail. With out any other ideas I drop to the floor and make him trip over my body. As soon as his body hits the floor I make a break for the back door.

     I break though the screen door and end up stepping on a damn skateboard and falls down the steps of the porch, hitting my head on the way down. This painful groan slips past my lips as my hand clutches my now pounding head. The deep red of my crimson blood coats my finger tips. I attempt to stand but I'm so dizzy I just fall back on to my side.

      Maybe he will just think I'm dead and will leave me alone. There is this sudden pressure on my throat as a sharp pain enters my stomach. Obviously I was wrong. It's this intense pain at first but a few seconds later it was like this warming sensation, almost like someone is covering my cold body with thick fuzzy blankets.

      I gasp for air as I try to catch my fading breath. He stabs me again making my vision grow blurry, my eyes fighting to remain open. I try to remove his mask but he just laughs and pushes my hand away. Sounds begin to muffle as I try to stay conscious. Warm blood spills on to the ground and all over my hands as I try to apply pressure to my wounds. I can feel him rip off my mask and a loud gasp. "Oh shit." From what I can hear the voice sounds like Stu. I don't get the chance to find out because everything goes black.