Check Mate

Chapter 8

Author's note: WARNING The very beginning is a tad violent and gory, but like I'm a squeamish person and I'm okay reading and writing it, so read at your own risk.

With the knife, I walked over to where Ryan, Claudia, Ethan, Sharon and the twins were sitting. Ryan had his back to me. I came closer so that I was right next to his ear.

"I won't miss you," I whispered as I plunged the knife into his abdomen.

I continued to stab him even once the rest of the group noticed. Claudia screamed in horror while Ethan grabbed the twins and Sharon and ran out of the house.

"Birdie... why?" Ryan croaked out, some blood escaped his lips.

I didn't answer instead I pulled the knife out of his guts, the gash was large enough now that intestines were billowing out. Then preceded to drag the knife against his throat, feeling it tear as steel met flesh. Ryan started to choke as blood gushed out of his mouth and neck. In choking he coughed, spraying red droplets onto Claudia. Ryan sunk to the floor, a red puddle gathering around him, staining the hardwood. Claudia fell to his side, hands shaking above her husband. She looked up at me fear and hatred mixed in her expression.

"You monster! You're going to Hell!" She screamed and sobbed.

"I'll meet you there," I replied calmly, as a slash the knife across Claudia's face.

She hollering in pain, pushing her hands to her face to try and stop the bleeding and pain. But, in do that action, she left her torso open for a massacre. I dug the knife right into her mid-drift, pulling and pushing downward diagonally, letting blood and organs see the light. Claudia fell to her knees, gasping for breath.

"I hate you!" She yelled, but I didn't let her finish that thought. I drove the knife into her open mouth shoving it as far as I could, until it hit bone. Finally, shutting her up for good. I could feel my lip curl into a smile.

I stepped back staring at my hands, now stained crimson.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and it shook me silently. I could hear my name being called from far away, muffled. I tried to focus on it, it became louder.

"Birdie!" I was shook harder, finally snapping me back to reality.

I turned around to see Ira staring at me with worry.

"What's wrong? Why did you send me SOS? Also, put down that knife, you could cut someone with that," Ira said, carefully taking the butter knife out of my hand and putting it down onto the counter.

I suppose sometime while getting out a butter knife for the rolls I zoned out. The brain can be a scary thing.

"I need to get out of here," I said to him, something in my face must have clued him to not question me as to why.

"Okay, let's go," Ira replied and gingerly took my hand to lead me out.

"Hey, Birdie isn't feeling good, so I'm going to take her to back to rest. Oh, is that Hawaiian pizza? Hope you don't mind, but I'm going to take a box for the road! Thanks, bye all!" Ira rushed out, dragging me along and holding the box pizza one hand.

When we got to the car, I got a text from Ethan.

Ethan: U OK?

Birdie: Just stomach problems don't worry - lunch next week?

Ethan: Sounds good - u can come to Shar's ultrasound w/ us

Birdie: Yes! Text me deets

"So, are you going to hand your savior a slice or what?" Ira asked once we were on the road.

I grabbed sheets on paper towels that he kept in his glove compartment and folded them on his lap and and placed a slice there.