Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Other Things

Before you read any farther, this is a sequel to my other fanfic, 'Kik Me (A One Direction Fanfic)'. It's still on my profile. You MUST read it before reading this one. It will not make any sense. Enjoy and thank you for reading.xx -Amanda (Link to Kik Me: http://www.wattpad.com/story/1863228-kik-me-a-one-direction-fanfic-completed-with)

Chapter One

Kik, Death, and Murder

Sydney's POV

I sighed looking at the mess I had created. I don't think killing him was part of the plan. I don't remember. Everything is hazy. It always is when I pull the trigger, stab with a knife or just kill someone.

I picked up the shell from the bullet.and put them in my pocket. Luckily Mark wasn't bleeding excessively, so I didn't have to worry about the blood. I left Mark and went to back my car to the front door. I opened the trunk of my car and opened the front door.

I don't think anyone heard the shots since no one was lurking outside. I pick Mark up, staggering a bit. I guess all those trips to the gym was very helpful. I threw Mark into the trunk and went back into the house. I vacuumed the carpet, getting rid of any gunpowder and remains of this ever happening. When I was about to leave, I saw a note to Whitney. It was in Mark's handwriting. No telling what's in it. I grabbed it and left.

Phase One Complete.

Phase Two is ready.

Haley's POV

I watched in horror as a blonde girl about my age, carried a man twice her size and threw him into the trunk.

I saw her run back into the house, closing the door. I ran to her car and opened the trunk. I almost screamed at the sight but I knew I had to keep quiet. If she killed this poor man, then she would have no problem killing me.

I heard a vacuum cleaner turn off and I closed the trunk, quietly as possible and ran back to the bushes at the end of the driveway. This is NOT apart of my daily run. Good Lord. I had decided to take a different route today, and boy I wish I could go back and scold myself.

I had heard the gunshot and the scream from the victim. I had come to a stop when I saw the blonde carrying the poor lad.

I heard one door close and then another. I peered in between the bushes to see her silver car drive away, a sickening grin on her face. I stepped out of the bushes and almost collapsed to the ground. What did I just witness?

A murder, Haley. You just witnessed a murder.

Louis' POV

I held Whitney's hand, but I could tell that something was off about her.

"Sorry." I took my hand back and focused on the road.

"What? Oh. No. It's okay. You didn't do anything." She grabs my hand back and I smile, relaxing. Her hand fits in mine like it was made just for me.

"Where are we going?" She asks. Oh yeah. My plan. Ha. Forgot for a minute.

"Just wait and find out okay?" I squeezed her hand gently, but I could still sense something.

"Whitney, is something wrong?" I ask her, switching lanes and passing cars.

"What? Oh. No. Well yeah. I don't know." She sighs. I laugh at her uncertainty.

"Do you ever feel like you're on cloud 9 and then all of the sudden you get that, that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something bad is gonna happen?" She asks me, in all seriousness.