Fishing

Fishing- Prologue

Victoria's POV

Slowly but surely, my stockinged feet padded down the staircase with caution and thrill. The creaky floor moaned under my weight and I breathed in and out to calm myself. There was a sudden noise- I whipped my head back to examine the darkness spread around the entrance hallway.

Empty.

Creepy, I shivered to myself as I continued my rhythm of thud-thud-thud down the stairs to the oak door, hoping to creep out, away from my over-protective parents and meet up with Jason.

Jay.

With his amber eyes and mahogany comb over, the boy reeked of Calvin Klein model. Beautiful and charming, this boy had all the girls at Nixon Central High that he could choose from. But he chose me; wallflower, chess captain and geek in one unattractive package.

It wasn't that I was ugly per se, no. I was rather unusual. A Latino mixed with an English rose? Not the most conventional of couplings. And neither were my parents' personalities. My mother is like fireworks. She's beautiful, but explodes in to billions of little sparks with a tumultuous sound once her fuse is lit. My father is silent and foreboding. Intimidating and unstable. But somehow they make it work. Somehow, they make sure I have so social life. No life, in fact.

Hands shivering, I pulled out the rusty keys and grabbed the front door key. I pushed it shakily into the lock, and turned it with a loud click. 

"Jay?" I called into the shady garden. He said he'd be here. Messaged me on his new number multiple times, in fact. 

"Jay?" I whispered softly as I wandered around the garden. "Jaaay?"

No answer.

It's cold and he's stood you up.

I ran down the road with worry. What if something happened to him? Is he okay? I climbed over hedges and jogged around the block. What if he didn't choose the right house by accident? 

"Boo?" I said frantically. There'd been several robberies in the neighbourhood recently. I wasn't going to subject my family to one for the sake of Jay DeSorreta.

"Looking for someone lil' girl?" 

Behind me was an old man, around 60, with a soft beard and sweet eyes.

Against my better judgments, I trusted him.

"Yes, sir. My boyfriend Jay. Have you seen him?" 

This elder shook his head thoughtfully, his beard swaying slightly. 

"I'm afraid not, miss. Anyway, why don't I give you a lift home? Seems much easier that way."

I considered my two options. Drive home with an old man, who could do no wrong, or run home at 2 am with all these violent crimes in the neighbourhood. I glanced back at the old guy who was looking at a stray dog innocently.His sweet blue eyes lit up as I asked him where his car was. Poor guy. Leading me there was probably all the action he'll have in months.

"This way, miss." 

I grasped my fingers around the door handle when suddenly my head was pounded violently against his van. I felt a scream form at my lips, but the pain of the continuous metal vs flesh was too much. A horrible croaking sound emerged out of nowhere. I realised it was from me.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," The old man laughed as he thumped my head against the wall of the van. 

"Stop, please," I sobbed as he chucked me over his shoulder.

He opened the back of the van and chucked me in there, among gut and bait and a cornucopia of fishing supplies.

"Hold still Miss, this won't hurt one bit," he chuckled, and he grabbed a hook and traced it down my neck and across my throat.

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Kaylynn's POV

"Chief? It's 3am. What's happening?" I mumbled groggily into the phone.

"Detective DeSorreta. Sorry to bother you and your family. But there's been a body found, on 5th street. Thought I needed my future head of violent crimes to check this out."

The sound of a possible promotion woke me up.

"Okay. Sure, I'll be right there." I nodded, pulling on some jeans as I spoke.

Walking out my room, I glanced in the kids' bedrooms. Jay was fast asleep, snoring slightly. I smiled at his handsome face. He really was smitten with this Victoria girl.

As I drove closer, I noticed the usual fishermen weren't haunting the local pub. All their vans were gone.

Must be at the crime scene, I decided inwardly. 

Clearly this crime scene was going to be crowded, I thought, as I pulled up to many nightgowned women and men outside their house, consoling neighbours.

I glanced around the scene as I pulled up, and as soon as I stepped out the car I saw Mr and Mrs Parry sobbing uncontrollably. They must've been pretty shaken and had been close friends with the victim.

Pushing thought the crowds, I ducked under the yellow tape and greeted Chief Rhodes.

"Kaylynn, I'm so sorry." He motioned towards the body. 

"What are you sorry about? I'm not.."

I looked at the mutilated body of Victoria Parry and the words dried up on my tongue. Her throat was slit from ear to ear, with a fishing hook caught at the side. Her head had clearly been smashed to thousands of fractures. Her body was full of cuts - but worst of all, her pale intestines glinted against her skin and her glassy eyes were filled with fear.

So this was my first horror story ever, so please like and comment and spread the word! Constructive criticism always appreciated! :D