Homecoming

Justice and Reolution

Ollie yelled over and over again, but the man couldn't seem to hear. The masked man, ran up and Lacey could see out the window, as he stabbed him. Straight through his back, there was no avoiding death. Ollie knew how this situation would play out, and immediately moved to the driver's seat. The man had left the keys on top of the car, he opened the door, and grabbed them. Shutting it, and locking all doors at once. He switched on the car, as Lacey watched as this innocent man has being killed in front of her. Looking him straight in the eye, Ollie mouthed, I'm so sorry. He hit the reverse, and left as fast as he could. Ollie searched his pockets, and removed his phone. Throwing it back at Lacey he told her to call the police. Lacey got up, and started to dial 911. As she was on hold, she saw a car parked on the sidewalk. Even in the darkness of the sky and the car, she could see the model. Corvette. At that moment, she knew what had been happening. Everything clicked together like the pieces of a puzzle. The car, the knives, the tv, and the mask. The call went through and she started to talk.
"Yes my friend and I are being followed, down Weston street, yes. I have an idea, but I'm not certain. Yes I'll tell you if I know exactly who."
Lacey leaned up to Ollie, and whispered something into his ear. Ollie turned around, wide eyed. She nodded showing certainty, Lacey hung up on the phone, and told Ollie to head to her house. He got on the brakes, and drifted to turn down another street. She knew that she was crazy, but she had to talk to them. Why? Why were they doing this? They stopped abruptly, hitting the sidewalk. She knew that they were being followed, and as they walked in the door they saw it. The bright blue Corvette parked just behind them. As she shut the door, the masked man got out of the car. They ran upstairs, grabbing knives along the way. She could still she the mark of the knife in the couch. Walking in the see if Grace's dad was home, they saw something terrible. He was gone, laying out on the bed like a doll. A dead doll, cut open and stitched back together. They knew that there was no time to mourn, so Ollie shut the door and turned away. On the tv they saw a news story. Something knew, she was reading the headline.
"Murder at Bridgewood Ther..."
She couldn't finish reading, the tv had been switched off. They looked down the stairs, the door had been forced open with a baseball bat. Further, they could see the mask, sitting on the kitchen counter.
"I know who you are, you don't have to hide from me."
From the kitchen out walked the figure, the hood still up, but they could see each other face to face.
"Why? Why Josie! Why?!"
It was Josie, all along it was her. She was mad about the death of her child, carelessness of the school, and me. Not being there to protect her.
"Because Lacey, have you ever lost a child? Have you ever felt so much pain that you didn't know what to do. Everyone expected homeless Bob, or the family on Drane road to be the problem. But it was always me."
She stepped forward one step at a time. With each step, Lacey and Ollie took one back.
"I started with the bad principal, the therapist who thought I was insane, Mack just got into my way trying to find you. You're last on my list, I just want you. Then I can go on living my pretty little life"
"Then why'd you kill dad!"
"Ohh if he found out what I was, he'd turn me in. No question. You see he's not very loyal. He's never been very loyal"
Lacey was fed up. She threw her knife straight at Josie, knowing the the cops were on they're way. Josie caught it, just barely, but sliced open her hand. She winced in pain, but came running after them anyway. Ollie and Lacey split up, going in both directions of the hallway. This was it, it was her or them. Josie ran after Lacey, catching up with them in her bedroom. Lacey had lost her knife, and Josie kicked her back onto the bunk. Lacey was ready, she knew something Josie didn't.
"Anything you want to tell me, beg maybe"
"Just one thing, don't turn around"
Ollie ran up behind her with his knife as his last stand. He was ready, he lunged toward her with all his might. He was so close to her head when, she turned around. With a strong force she used all her strength to kick Ollie back. Sending him spiraling down the stairs. He got up, knowing that any second Lacey was dead. It was over. Josie held her knife up, ready to strike. In a split second the knife came crashing down. Ollie screaming knowing his friend was dead. On his knees, he just stopped. Not ready to handle that force of pain and guilt. He looked over, to see something different. Josie, she had stopped, like she was being held in midair. The knife fell from her hand, and she fell over onto the mattress. He looked closer, she was bleeding out onto the white sheets. Stabbed in her lower stomach, not dead but unconscious. Realizing what that meant, he switched directions. He saw the most brilliant thing in his life, Lacey stood up untouched. In her hand, he saw a knife.
"How...How?"
"This knife" She panted "...has been waiting under my bed for five years, for this exact situation"
Her security had come in handy, and she could hear the first cop car park outside her house. Tears in their eyes, they ran. Ollie and Lacey were at peace, despite what had just happened they could finally heal. They had worked together to stop something awful. So they sat in the hallway together, for what felt like hours and cried. Tears of utter happiness, and to wish Grace good luck in the afterlife. They didn't understand what had happened that night, they just wanted peace for at least a few seconds. After sitting together and going to the police station, a lingering question still remained.
"Ollie, where am I gonna go?
He stared at her, wondering himself.
"You know what I just heard" A nearby cop said.
Ollie and Lacey looked at him.
"That family on Drane is looking to adopt, they have four other children who would be happy to have you as a sibling."
"You know what? I'd love to go there. Maybe this town should stop crazy superstition, and look for normal people that have too muchs stress, grief, pain, or anger and help them. Before they become Josie."
Lacey and Ollie lived on, taking the world as it came. For all murdered or killed because of life. And for Grace, may she be at peace.
The End