Killing Chris

The chopping block

I stood on the dance floor, the music blaring in my ear, smoke filled the room to my knees and the lights flickering and flashing me. The dance floor was cleared beside me and three other people...well the remains of three other people. The bodies lay on the ground surrounding me, no blood, no wounds just dead bodies. I scanned the room everyone looked at me in terror. They knew I didn't do it but I was the only one who didn't run off the dance floor so I was the subject of attention.

In a panic state, I scanned the room. My head turned from side to side up and down searching the first floor and the second-floor balcony. My head stopped dead in its tracks as my eyes locked onto someone glaring down on me from the balcony on the second floor. he was wearing a mask but this time it wasn't the neon mask it was a Salvador Dali mask from the T.V. show Money Heist. He starred me down shaking his head slowly up and down and he pulled something out of his pocket and dropped it over the railing.

The events of that night unfold two weeks from now me and Dane are leaving the hospital today, the wounds from the car crash were still fresh but I managed to get out of the wheelchair into a super heavy leg brace instead. Danes injuries had mostly healed, his injuries weren't less intense but he got a bad concussion and some minor scrapes and cuts.

 As we left the hospital together Dane and I prepared for our return home. Dane decided that when he was all healed up. he was gonna throw a welcome back party for himself mainly, but a little bit me. He made calls to all his friends at college telling them to plan it for him so it would be kinda like a surprise party except he already knew. Danes parents laughed as Dane planned the biggest party of the entire university year. not because of the size of the party but because of the events of the party. The murder of three college students would a shockwave for the campus that would last years after our class left.

When we arrived on campus there was a line of Danes friends waiting for him to get out of the car so they could give him get well soon cards and balloons. It was mostly his girlfriend who arranged the whole thing but it came as a surprise to both of us. I hugged and thanked Danes' parents and went up to our dorm. I wasn't feeling a party mood, I was sore and very behind on school work. Dane went out with his buddies that night and I stayed in playing catch up on my classes. 

Dane got home around two-thirty am and was drunk of his ass. The next morning we were required to attend classes again and on his first day back at school, he was hungover. For many people, this may seem like the college life... But for me alcohol just reminded me of the addiction it can cause people, my parents being two of them. 

The first week back at school was super work heavy. Dane and I caught up on our work by Saturday and the second-week back we had our first midterms. The college hired stress counselors for students who couldn't handle the stress of tests. Meanwhile, for someone whose main priority was always survival the test caused me little real stress. Tests always seemed so important to me and I was one of the most anxious kids in my high school class but on the grand scale, tests mean literally nothing because no one even knows if they are going to be alive long enough to reap the benefits of being a good student.

The beginning of the second week was the beginning of the end of Danes' life.No, no, no Dane is not one of the victims on the dance floor but the deaths at the party were the first in a string of deaths that would end with is. Somewhere toward the middle of the week, Dane decided that is welcome home party would actually be a "we're done with midterms" party. Dane invited the entire university and I almost instantly told him I was not going.

The party was planned to be on Saturday at a club right off campus called liveo's. The upperclassman rave about it but I never expected I would be there. The sheer thought of being in a large group of people made me cringe. It was Friday when I changed my mind about going. My parents called me after I finished my last exam and asked me how I did. It was really hard for my parents to understand the teacher doesn't grade the damn exam right in front of you and give you instant feedback.

As I was talking Dane shouted, "Tell Chris he has to come to my...partayyy!"

After that, it was more work to not go than to just go suffer at the gathering for a couple of hours then sneak way back to my dorm where I'd be safe and alone. After my parents gave me a lecture about enjoying my life because there are people who cant I just decided to give up the battle and go.

I didn't have a car so when Saturday came around I had to walk across campus than all the way to the club which took me about thirty minutes. I could see the club from the other side of the city... the club had those huge spotlights going up into the air like a haunted house. The outside of the club was lit neon orange and there was a line going down the street to get into the party. I started to walk past the entrance when I was stopped by the bouncer

"Is this you?" He said as he helps up my super embarrassing school picture

" Yes, that's me..." I replied confused

" Your friend tipped me a fifty to let you in on the spot, you can go in," He said smiling at me

I looked through the crowd of people dancing to the blasting music. I had never been to a club before but I wanted to support Dane at his party. The music was super loud I couldn't even hear the people next to me yelling. The dance floor had a trace amount of smoke covering the dance floor. The disco ball and light system made streaks through the smoke that looked like a futuristic scanner you see in the movies when a thin horizontal streak of light scans your body. The room was filled with mostly bright neon lights and eventually, I spotted Dane and a group of people around him on the outside of the dance floor.

Here I was... right in the center of the chopping block. I was prey for a predator that was much bigger, much smarter, and much faster than me. The results of a hunter for a defenseless prey are usually pretty set in stone. I walked up to Dane and ran into him pretty hard, he turned around looking angry but when he saw me he smiled. Quickly Dane and his friends downed multiple shots of hard liquor and then decided we should move to the dance floor.

I wasn't a big dancer but I decided since they were way too drunk to remember anything that I would just join them. I jumped around on the dancefloor surrounded by people who were just feeling the music. The energy in the club was incredible, it just made you feel alive. Jumping around I ran into people multiple times but one of the times I felt a sharp prick in my side. I thought nothing of it till after I saw the bodies drop.

It happened so fast... one second I was jumping around and the next minute I saw people just falling onto the ground out cold. That was normal at a club though so it took about 5 minutes for someone to realize that one of the girls that fell had no pulse. Someone screamed that she was dead and everyone bolted off the dancefloor to the sides of the room. I tried but I just couldn't move. I was frozen, frozen in a state surrounded literally by death. 

Soon after then, I ran to pick up the object the killer dropped from the second floor, and laying on the ground was four syringes. On the side of one of the syringes it said Chris, that syringe was still full but the other three were empty and had the words pure one hundred percent concentrated death written on the sides. I looked up and screamed, I don't know if I yelled in fear or in anger but it felt like I was releasing all the energy I had left inside me.

Chris Logged Off