Psychopath

Chapter six

James wiped out a large knife. She tried to run, but he slashed at the back of her upper thigh. She collapsed. The strike was so sudden she felt no pain. She opened her mouth to scream. James leapt on top of her and slammed his left hand, the one without the knife, over her mouth. He scanned the area to make sure no one day him. Once he was sure the area was clear, he grabbed her by the hair and neck and dragged her into the backyard of the nearby abandon house. He threw her onto the grass and pinned her hands above her head.
"I wanted to leave you alone. I didn't want to have to do this. If only you hadn't decided to stay after school today. None of this would have happened."
"P-please don't do this! I swear I won't tell anyone! I swear!"
"James shook his head.
"It's too late. Your a loose end. I can't trust you to not tell anyone."
"I-I love you! I've known you almost my who life! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't do this!"
James hesitated. She could be useful. And if she was willing to do anything, she could prove to be a huge asset toward his plans. Besides, he didn't really have a plan for killing her.
"I'm not sure, you could be a danger to me."
"I promise not to tell. Besides..."
She rammed her head into James's face. He grunted and used one of his hands to hold his nose while still holding Marisa hands with the other. Blood flowed through his fingers and dripped onto Marisa's face.
"What did that accomplish?!" He yelled.
"Now your blood is in my face. DNA evidence. If you kill me, and my body is found, the police will know it's you."
James cursed. She was right. He couldn't just wipe it off, there would still be traces. He couldn't burn the body, he there was no where you could light a fire around here where no one would see. He had to face the facts. The risk of killing her was too great. He wiped the blood under his nose with his sleeve. The bleeding had already stopped. He got off of Marisa. She shakily got to her feet. Blood ran down her right leg where James had cut her.
"I'll need to clean that. I have a first aid kid with me, I brought if just in case Brian or I accidentally cut ourselves."
He pulled out a small red bag from his backpack.
"Lay down."
She did as instructed. James took out a pair of surgical scissors and carefully cut the cloth of her jeans away from the cut and examined it. It was a relatively shallow wound. It would be and easy fix. He carefully poured rubbing alcohol on a cloth and cleaned the wound. Marisa but her lip but stayed quiet. He quickly placed a sanitized pad on the wound to help with the bleeding, and wrapped it with bandages.
"There. Are your parents home?"
"Yeah."
James cursed. If she walked home and her parents saw her with ripped jeans soaked in blood they would ask questions.
"Switch jeans with me. You can't go home looking like that."
Marisa looked uncomfortable.
"Alright I guess. Can you go first and then turn around?"
"Fine."
He quickly took off his jeans, tossed them to her and turned around.
A few seconds later she said,
"Alright I'm done."
He turned around and she tossed him her jeans. He put them on. James was thankful he was slim. They were a right fit.
"Alright, we'll talk about this tomorrow. Not a word to anyone. Not even Brian. As far as he's concerned, I didn't try to kill you."
"I understand."