My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

(Jimmy's POV)
"Stop! Let go of me! Help! Somebody help!" Carter screamed.

"Stop screaming," I scolded.

I held a tight grip on her wrist, pulling her with me while she tried to run away. The sun was just starting to set over the empty park. Carter managed to wiggle out of my grasp and take off in a sprint. Lucky for me, I was a lot faster. I picked her up in one swift motion, tossing her over my shoulder.

"Put me down! This is kidnapping! I'm gonna call the police!" She screamed. "Jimmy Casket! If you don't put me down right now them I'm gonna... gonna..."

She trailed off, not knowing a good threat against a murderer. I laughed so she pounded her fists against my back in response. I needed her to get her memory back. If she didn't then she probably won't talk to me again. The likelihood of someone befriending a murderer twice is very slim.

'Make this as similar as possible to the last time to help jog her memory' Johnny reminded.

I rolled my eyes. This was the tenth time he's told me that. I set Carter down on the railing of the bridge so her feet were dangling off the edge.

"Are you insane?!" She exclaimed, looking at the water below.

"One hundred percent!" I chirped, hopping up next to her.

"I'm out," she stated.

Carter swung her legs over the railing. She was about to safely jump onto the bridge when I wrapped my arms around her and jumped off.

"Jimmy! You son of a-"

She was cut off when we hit the water. I let go as the stinging coldness washed over the numbing adrenaline. I surfaced the water and swam a little closer to Carter.

"It's so cold!" I exclaimed.

"Why would you do this?! This is horrib-"

"I'll be Rose and you can be Jack!" I called. "Don't let go Jack!"

"What in the world I you doing?" Carter asked.

"Reenacting the Titanic," I explained.

"What's the Titanic?" She asked.

I groaned and let myself go underwater for a moment before resurfacing. This isn't going according to plan. She doesn't remember the Titanic. It didn't help her remember anything, I complained.

'Stop whining. We just have to try something else' Johnny scolded.

I grabbed onto Carter's arm and pulled her out of the river. As soon as we got to the grass she hit her fists against my chest.

"You're so stupid!" She screamed. "You almost killed me! That's the second time you've done that to me!"

I grabbed her wrists and threw her over my shoulder.

"This isn't funny!" She yelled.

Her fists hit against my back and I almost dropped her from realization. I set her down in front of me and held her wrists when she tried to hit me.

"What did you just say?" I asked.

"I said this isn't funny!" She repeated.

"Before that," I clarified.

"That's the second time you've done that to me," she said slowly. "I didn't mean to say that! It just slipped!"

Her eyes widened and she hugged me.

"The first time was when we were running from that killer!" She exclaimed. "I remember! I remember most things!"

"What do you mean by 'most'?" I asked.