This Dream is a Killer

burn all of the witches

Planning this one was much more difficult. I was spending as much time as possible at college just to find a suitable way to kill him easily.

My first thought was the pool, but I'd have to figure out a way to get him to the pool, then drown him. I also had to be wary of cameras. Many of the classrooms had cameras installed now to prevent a repeat of Scarlet. I was focused on the sports hall. He would be in there alone for extra practice for his scholarship to a sports university. So I had a place, now I just needed a method. 

"What do you like to read about?" Mr Taylor asked, browsing the thriller section of the library. I had offered to help him do a clean up of the library so immediately after I would be able to go to the sports hall and carry out my plan.

"The classics," being able to talk to someone with only 30 seconds of preparation felt great. I took An Inspector Calls off of the shelf and onto the table.

"This is your favourite?" He said, perusing the classics with me to make sure they were all in order. I nodded gently. We gathered our things slowly, picking out a few more books to read, then leaving. We parted ways at the main office, him going towards the staff car park and me walking out the main entrance. It would be much easier and quicker to get to the sports hall by walking through the school, but then I would pass too many cameras.

After 10 minutes of walking around the school and across the field, I was at the sports hall door. I took the knife from my bag, making sure the handle was wrapped in cling film. The way the light reflected off of the blade was mesmerising, as any clean metal would be.

I took a glance through the slightly open door. It was just him practicing. Perfect.

I sighed at the thought of blood. It wasn't something I ever liked seeing but planning this, I had to think realistically. If I were to try and strangle him then he would easily be able to push me off. Him being one of the tallest in the college especially didn't help.

No matter how much I dug, I couldn't find a safe way to obtain a gun, so now it was down to this knife. My hair was strung back into a bun, shoes were quiet, bag left here. There was nothing that could go wrong.

I entered as he was looking at his phone, facing away. I walked quickly, afraid he would turn around. Without hesitation, I pulled back and swung the knife once into his back, hoping to disable his movements. I quickly moved away to avoid getting blood on myself. He fell sideways down to the floor, beginning to shout. This would be a problem. My plan was to wait until he was too weak from blood loss to stab him again, but he was making too much noise and I would be caught.

He was holding himself up on his arms, trying to muster the strength to stand up. I kicked the wound and he dropped down, his arms no longer supporting him. He coughed a few times, but was immediately pushing through. I could see the vein in his neck that I needed to get to. So I walked around the other side of him for better access. His eyes were fixated on me once I was in his line of vision.

"You're fucking insane," he choked out. I crouched down, ready to finish and get out, but something wrapped around my arm. He pushed all his weight onto me, causing me to fall down. He got in one punch to my jaw before the strength began to dissipate. I brought the knife up and stabbed him, then started pushing with all my might to escape from underneath his body, my jaw throbbing. Once I had managed to scramble out from beneath him, I stepped back, watching his body convulse.

I had this weird feeling in my stomach. Something I hadn't felt before, and I wasn't sure if I loved or hated it. Maybe a sense of fear that I would be caught? Maybe a sense of euphoria that he wouldn't be able to influence all of these horrible feelings onto my perfect, perfect Jase.

It's shocking how quickly rumours spiral. The next morning was quiet. Too quiet, with none of his friends to be seen. I decided not to dawn on it, and headed to first period early as usual. To my surprise, Mr Taylor was arriving at the same time as me, and he did not look happy.

"Oh-uh-Kate, hi, I didn't realise I had your class first." He was speaking fast, like he was panicked. Maybe he was the lucky soul who found...

I never really learnt his name. With a whole future planned for me, it wasn't necessary.

Mr Taylor rushed around, setting down books and handing out paper to each desk. Very unlike him. He usually liked to take his time, savouring each movement as if it was his last.

"Is everything okay?" I asked quietly, glancing at the closed door. He stopped in his rush back to his desk and looked at me dead straight.

"Kate I...I dont even know how to..." he kept breaking off his sentences, again, out of character.

"Someone was killed while we were in the building," he wasn't looking at me, or in my direction anymore which saved me from having to look completely concerned. I didn't say anything, instead of looking for something dumb to say.

"Im guessing you've already heard all the rumours so there's no need to explain. I just...we're all being warned about a student here being the culprit and that makes me...it makes me feel so sick to imagine I've been teaching and likely joking around with a murderer. Who could be so sick to target their classmates?" He spoke so sadly. His soul was too pure for all my wrong doings, but as long as he never knew, it shouldn't be a problem.

"A student?"

It came with a sigh from him. Leaning against his desk with his head in his hands, he said "they think. Scarlet was ruled as a suicide, Liam was ruled as a kidnapping, and now this... we were in the building. Isn't that such a terrifying thing? That could've been either of us if we happened to be in the sports hall."

My immediate reaction was to smile at how easily done they were, but I had to hold back.

It dawned on me that I had a clear motive to kill him, but every precaution I took should rule me out as a suspect. I heard a sharp breathe and it occurred to me he was crying. I had no idea what to say, so instead began writing on the board what he normally would. The bell went and he was almost immediately up and shaking it out.

"I'm so sorry, that was totally unprofessional. Uh-oh the police are coming around to interview students that could be suspects so our class may be quieter today,"

That turned out to be the understatement of the year. No one was talking. None of his friends were anywhere to be seen — including Jase. He'll feel so grateful when he moves in and I tell him about how I saved him from that horrible person. Mr Taylor was either rambling or silent at any time, which made me question how much he was effected by a student that he didn't like very much. I was doing him a favour, really. The detectives finally came around 15 minutes into the lesson and Mr Taylor seemed to calm down a bit when they entered. They mumbled a few things to each other, before reading out the names.

"Aimie Parson, Stephen Griffin, Emma Hussain..." I began to read the blurb of the book while he read names, that was until something unexpected came up. "...Harrison Wilcox and Katherine Willow," I felt my blood run cold. I looked up from the book at Mr Taylor, who was staring at me, panicked again. My own shock wasn't being covered up very well, but it didn't really matter as most people were exclaiming their confusion with themselves too. I stood up with my bag and walked towards the group of people, taking one last glance at Mr Taylor, who was still staring at me and hadn't moved an inch since my name was called out.