Ice Nine Kills: Nightmare

Chapter 5

The sheriff whistled as he walked back to his car, carrying his son's birthday cake. It's been a few weeks since Deputy Stewart's death, there's been no leads, nothing. Reaching his car, the sheriff rummaged in his back pocket for his keys, the sun was starting to set which caused everything to look orange and pink. Finally, unlocking his car, the sheriff carefully placed the cake into the boot of the car, the boot closed with a soft thud. His phone started to ring,
"Hey hun, you okay?"
I said to my wife,
"Yes, just making sure you get the cake, as I know how forgetful you are" she said
"Yes I have the cake, you need to stop worrying and I'm not that forgetful" The sheriff replied smiling.
"Okay, love, I'll see you soon" His wife replied
"Love you too" The sheriff hangs up.

I was about to get into my car when a hand went around my mouth and nose, my arms pinned between my back and whoever was behind me. My vision is starting to become blurry, as I was dragged into the alley way, I tried kicking whoever was dragging me but I was starting to lose consciousness. Before I blacked all I remember was seeing a black car, I felt my hands being bound behind me and then nothing as the darkness consumed me.

I've been standing in this corner, looking at the sleeping body of the sheriff, I've never had anyone take this long to wake up, maybe he's faking it. Sighing, I place the mask back on, I quietly walk over to the sheriff, looking at him I can see the pulse in his neck and how soft and delicate his skin is. He is also covered in scars from years of service to the police force, I bet you he has never dealt with someone like me before. I kicked him in the leg and he jolted to life, he tried getting up until he realised that was useless, due to being chained to the chair. The sheriff finally looked at me and said in a dry voice,
"Please let me go, I...I have money...I"
I shut him up by placing my finger to my masked mouth. I sat down on the corner of the table, a bit like a police interrogation room but instead we are in a moldy damp barn that hasn't been used in years, he could scream for days but no one will ever hear him. I looked at him, the drip of rain water the only sound, the terror in his eyes made my heart sing, that uncomfortable shuffle in the seat, good make him squirm. I chuckled quietly, shaking my head he's so pathetic for a sheriff, they should be fearless, he tried to speak again but I slapped him, shutting him up again. After what felt like hours I decided to speak, I don't care if he finds out who I am, he won't live to tell a soul anyway. Standing up I placed my gloved hands on the table and leaned towards him, I spoke coldly,
"How does it feel, Sheriff, to be on the other side of the table now? Hmm?"
I love this bit when they realised who it is, the Sheriff looked like a video buffering, then his face turned ashen, realising who that voice belongs too, in a choked fearful voice the Sheriff spoke shaking his head manically,
"No! N..No it can't be you it's not possible"
I laughed a evil manic laugh and replied in a sinister tone,
"Oh yes, Sheriff it's very very possible. Lets see if your right"
I pushed up and stood back from the table, slowly I reached up with two hands and pulled the mask up and over my head, dropping it to the floor with a plastic thud. The sheriff looked like he was going to throw up, I shook my head and asked,
"What's up? Cat got your tongue?"
I stood there looking at the sheriff processing everything that has just happened, I decided to speak again
"You see you made me look like a right fool!! Making me act so pathetic and innocent, like I had to fake having nightmares, had to fake the panic attacks. But what you did to me Sheriff oh that's just the cherry on top! You told your buddy, the deputy to dress up and come and attack me when I'm home alone! I had to lie in a hospital bed for a week because I had to look weak!"
"Look Spencer.." The sheriff started to speak
"STOP TALKING!" I roared
I reached behind me and pulled out a gun from my waist of my jeans, rushing forward I placed the gun against the sheriff's head,
"You know Sheriff, I could just kill you know. Point blank and it will all be over with, although I didn't do that with your buddy, Stewart. Nah, I shot here" I moved the gun to where his lungs are "I shot right here, I knelt over him as he choked, I watched the very life of him drift away like drip on a closed tap"
The Sheriff spat at me, oh he really shouldn't have done that, flipping the gun over in my hand I hit him over the head with the butt, causing him to fall unconscious and his head to bleed.

Once he woke again he was no longer tied to the chair, he was now dangling from a hook in the ceiling, his feet bound too. I have ripped his shirt open, I've already started while he was asleep, a few cuts dotted his torso, but I made sure they weren't too deep. His head rested on the side as he woke, weakly he said,
"J..just let m..me go. I could m..make y..you disappear... I.. I have a son. P..please"
I mimicked him in his pathetic weak voice, I grabbed hold of his chin and made him look at me, through gritted teeth I replied with a harsh tone,
"NO!"
I let him go and his head flopped to the side again, his eyes slowly opening and closing, I shook my head at how pathetic the sheriff of this town looked. The man you meant to look to when in trouble, but instead they should turn to me, I'm the real hero, police are the real villains. I turned to the table behind me which was littered with tools from drills to knives, it's like a killer's toy shop. I picked up a butcher's knife and turned back to the sheriff, smiling as I walked towards him, his screaming 'no' was music to my ears.