Serial Killer AU

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*where the three named friends are actually serial killers.*

Evelyn POV

I can't get the image out of my eyes. The blood. The smell. It's all part of me now and I want to get rid of it! I feel like throwing up.

I always joked about Sarah and John being killers because of that stupid coincidence of those famous killers having their names as well. That should have been the extreme of it, just a dumb joke! Why did I let my guard down? Why didn't I question where they went those late nights? Why was I so stupidly ignorant?

"Evelyn~!" Like eerie jazz music, his voice hit me to the core. I tremble and shake, a broken sob breaking my chest.

"Eve! Come out, we won't hurt you, love!" A voice I once loved now making me scared out of my skin.

I stay silent and hide as the sob takes over everything. I will never see dark red the same again. The sight of the twisted and mutilated form of the body is still present and I hate it!

"Found you!" Sarah's pink-tinted brown eyes I once so adored now look like the eyes of a monster.

"Aahh-! G-get a-a-away!" I feel someone get to the other side of me and I know it's J.J. I close my eyes to not look of these monsters I once considered my life and loves. A warm hand gently caresses my face while another hold my arm steady.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, love. It's okay."

"We would never hurt you. You're, special, you know that?"

My chest heaves as another sob broke within me. It was as if everything I ever was or had is either gone or broken.

"We love you, you know that right?"

I shut my eyes tighter and let out a moan. Yes, I know they love me. And I still love them.

They each give me a peck on the cheek. I can feel the blood still running down their face. I shiver and continue to cry.

"You won't tell on us right?" The smooth jazz voice whispers in my ear.

"N-no!" I cry out loud.

He makes a sound of approval and they both get down to hug me. I still can't bring myself to open my eyes. They're not the same but they are. I hate them but I love them both with all my life.

I truly love both of them.

Another cry escapes me as I feel them hug me tighter.

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