killer |n.h|

|scared|

❝Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.❞ -J.K. Rowling

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That day when I got home from school, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't handle Niall's games for another minute. The assembly had been extremely depressing, talking about the deaths of Mollie and Angus, rather detailed. It was probably hard for their friends to hear, but even harder for me.

Niall hadn't been on the bus ride home, he probably missed it. Bobby that day wasn't home either. I was guessing it was for work. Maura and Andrew wouldn't be home for another couple hours. That meant I was all alone, in a weird house that wasn't home to me.

I drop my backpack on the floor and kick off my ugly school shoes. I was in the kitchen and oddly my hands were shaking as I picked up the phone. I shakily dial the three numbers and wait. It felt like an eternity, but a man answers.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?"

"I've been living with the murderer of Angus Bursley and Mollie Gray."

"Are you in any immediate danger?" he asks.

"No, I have evidence also," I continue. "Audio on my phone."

"What is your name?"

"Sarah Henderson, I'm an exchange stu-"

I'm interrupted by a cloth covering my mouth.

Niall wraps his arms around my shoulders as he presses it harder against my mouth. I continue to scream and kick until I feel woozy. Everything around me becomes fuzzy, and the phone falls onto the floor. I think it breaks but I didn't see.

In fact, all I saw was black.

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❝Red is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage.❞ -Mary Hogan

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I wake up immediately, like a switch being turned on. I take in the surroundings, and realized it was the Horan's basement. I look down and realize I was tied up in the exact same place as I had been on Halloween. The lights around me were bright, from the lightbulbs above.

My head ached but that wasn't my main priority. Right now it was to get the fuck out of here and to a phone.

"You're so stupid, Sarah," he says loudly. I jump a little and watch Niall walk out of the shadows in front of me. He was no longer in his school clothes, but a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. His blonde hair stuck out in a million directions, part blonde part brown.

"Why?" I ask quietly. My voice cracks a little.

"The police are probably on their way here right now, but it'll take them a while because we don't have caller ID."

"That doesn't answer why I'm stupid," I dare. He looks right into my eyes and sits down in front of me on the floor. If he was a foot closer I would be able to kick him.

"I have a simple question for you," he says slowly. "What does strawberries, blood, and red pencils all have in common?"

"They'll never be a big of a dick as you are," I answer.