Rami & Friends

Killer [PART 2] (Katherine)

A/N: Graphic depictions of death and murder in this chapter. If you are sensitive to things like this, I suggest you click off. DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE ACTIONS DONE IN THIS CHAPTER AT HOME.

I go back to my dorm room, scared about my future. Am I doing this all for a Love I know I'll never get. Definitely, and yet I can't stop myself from doing this.

I grab a meat cleaver from the knife rack in my dorm room. I grab some bubble wrap I had left over from the moving boxes when I transferred. I carefully wrap in it the wrapping and stick it in the coat pocket of a black trench coat I used for a cosplay one year for Halloween. I also place an extra large trash bag in it. Then, I grab the Phantom of the Opera mask that I have hanging on my wall and place it on my face. I grab a velvety pair of gloves from my closet, and some hospital gloves from my kitchen. I pour bleach into a water bottle, and clip it onto my backpack. In my backpack, pack a beach towel and some duck tape. I grab my walkie-talkie from Kate and slip it in my pants pocket. I still can't believe I'm doing what I'm about to do.

I know Professor Yeahs' classroom is in the Gertrude Brown building (the main building at the school). It's on the second floor somewhere, because I remember seeing it during orientation.

I walk through the dead sounds of the morning here at Staged Chicago Theatre School. I see a few students on their way to class with backpacks. They all look at me weirdly, probably because of the Phantom of the Opera mask.

"Nice cosplay!" I hear somebody say from behind me. It's that girl Check Check Check from the Phantoms.

"Why didn't you wear that to the meeting the other day, Katherine?" She asks, and I'm glad she's interested in the support group.

"Well, we were talking about Pretty Woman and didn't want the Broadway musicals to clash, ya know?" I say, and I'm happy this conversation is happening because it's taking my mind off of the huge mistake I'm about to make.

"Smart!" She says smoothly. "Hey, I'm free later this morning. Do you maybe want to go grab some coffee?"

"I'll see if I'm free," I reply.

"Well, keep me posted," she says gleefully and then walks away. I decide I should turn back now, but think of my wedding day with Rami, and decide to keep going.

I walk all the way around the second floor of the building until I find it-Professor Yeahs classroom. I put my hood over my head and mess with my hair so it sticks out, and peer through the windows. He sits at his desk writing on a piece of paper.

I knock on the door. I don't think he can see me through the window of the the classroom.
He comes and opens it.

"What can I do for you, ma'am?" He says. I hope he thinks this look is normal for college students, because I don't think it is.

"I just had a few questions about an assignment," I lie in a high-pitched voice. "That's all."

"Are you one of my students?" He asks politely. I push him out of the way and enter the room. I turn the keys in the door so it locks. I lower the blinds in the window near the door I was just peering into.

"Yes," I say. I begin to shut all of the blinds around the room. No one can see this!

"Hey cut that out!" He says trying to pull my arm away from the blinds. I shove him down with all my force. "No!" I protest.

"I'm calling the cops on you, ma'am!" He says. Damn it! I forgot about his phone. I shut the final blind, run over and stand him up. I pin his arm behind his back with one hand and throw the phone at the wall with the other. It shatters.

"Let me go!" He screams. I shove him down once again, and he winces in pain. He can't get up.

I reach for the duck tape in my backpack and tear off a huge piece. I duck tape his mouth shut right as he yells "Help!"

As he mumbles through the tape, I take out my latex gloves and unwrap the cleaver. Slowly, I slit his throat. He bleeds all over the floor.

Minutes later, I check his pulse. I get none. He's dead? He's dead... I killed him. I killed him.

I start to cry. I sob very, very violently. It all comes out.

Quickly, I take the towel and suck up all the blood with one end. I pour the canister of bleach over the blood stained tiles. I scrub out most of the stains with the other end of the towel. It's not perfect, but good enough.

Then, I place the body in the trash bag. I received a whole big box of them when I was moving. I'll decide what to do with that later. I scout his desk for the grade papers. After two minutes of searching, I find it.

Sebastian Bails-C

I quickly change it to
Sebastian Bails-A+

I need to figure out a way to get out. I peer out the window. There's a dumpster not very far. Near the quad. Normally, I'd worry, but it's the early morning and there's barely anybody out.

I take a stack of textbooks and throw them, one by one, at the window. It cracks more and more each time, until it finally shatters. I throw at my latter glove and rewrap the cleaver, and stick it back in my coat pocket. I grab the trash bag and jump out, riding it like a sled.

It's breaks my fall, but barely.

I book it to the dumpster, running faster than I ever have before. Praying nobody sees me, I throw the bag into the dumpster. Then, swiftly, I wrap up my coat and shove it in my backpack with the little space there is left.

I take off the Phantom mask and throw it in the dumpster. I slam the dumpster shut, and run back to my dorm, trying so hard not to cry.