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

Chapter 22

(Carter's POV)
"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked.

"What's so hard for you to understand? I know you're not very bright but this is just unbelievable," Toast said.

"Someone has a video of Jimmy taking control. What do we do?" I asked.

"They have some requests," Toast said. "They want ten thousand dollars and they have a list of people who you're not allowed to kill."

"Ten thousand dollars? Again?" Jimmy asked. "That took a week of non-stop work! I ain't doing that shit again! And they can't tell me who I can or can't kill!"

He stabbed his knife into the wall in anger. I sat in one of the swivel chairs next to Toast.

"What else is there to do?" I asked, spinning around.

"There's nothing else to do," Toast said. "If we don't meet those requirements then they'll post the video on the internet."

"Who said this?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm not sure," Toast muttered, looking at the e-mail.

"What if you tracked it?" I asked, they both gave me confused looks. "Obviously this guy is an amateur. Who would send an e-mail? We just have to track the e-mail to get the location of where he lives. And then we can do something from that point on."

"This is where your smarts come in handy," Jimmy said.

Toast started rapidly typing on the keyboard while I spun in the chair and Jimmy twirled his knife, trying to balance I on the palm of his hand.

"And... I... got some coordinates," Toast announced. "It's sent from a laptop in what looks like Greenville, Michigan."

"Greenville?" I asked, crinkling my nose. "Where's that?"

"It's about an hour away," Toast said. "So what do you say? We get the money, drive out there and then pay them."

"I think we should pay him a visit with my knife," Jimmy suggested.

"You can't kill them," Toast denied. "If one of them dies then they upload the video."

"So what are we going to do then?" I asked.

Jimmy turned his back to us, tapping his knife on the table while he thought.

"Just pay the money," Toast said.

Jimmy spun around, throwing his knife in anger. It skimmed Toast's hair then lodged itself in the wall. Toast and I both jumped up from out seats and took a few steps backwards.

"They aren't going to get any money," he growled. "I will not work for them."

"W-why don't you go kill some people," Toast suggested. "To help get your anger out."

Jimmy grumbled to himself before obeying. He grabbed the knife out of the wall, jumped out onto the fire escape, and quickly made his way to the ground.

"That was scary," I mumbled. "What are we supposed to do now? What if we just payed the money rather than Jimmy?"

"He still won't like that. He doesn't want to give anyone money," Toast countered.

"But he paid Max Jacobs money," I said.

"But if he didn't then you would be killed," Toast said.

"There must be something we could do," I said, exasperated, "Something that doesn't involve listening to their orders."

Toast drank from a bottle of whiskey before studying the e-mail again.

"It says that it's stored on a flash drive so we can't just hack into their computer," he informed me. "Let me try something."

He started typing quickly while I studied the various high-tech machines.

"What are all these thingy-mabobs?" I asked.

"Ghost hunting supplies," he replied, only paying half attention.

I sighed and waited for him to finish whatever he was doing. When he was done, he gestured for me to come over and pointed to the screen. I looked at a photo of a large house surrounded by trees. The house looked like a log cabin but the size of a mansion. In the background was a lake.

"What is this?" I asked.

"The house from where the e-mail was sent," he informed. "In Greenville, it's pretty rural. Mostly woods around that area. It's in the upper peninsula."

"Aren't there bears in the UP?" I asked. "Why do they need that much money? They're clearly rich."

"Not sure." Toast shrugged. "Maybe they just want to mess with Jimmy because they think he'll do whatever they say."

"There must be some way to convince Jimmy to listen to them," I said.

"Good luck with that." Toast laughed.

I was surprised. I've never heard him laugh before, he was always so serious. At that moment, Jimmy crawled back through the window, covered in blood.

"Jimmy," I said in a sweet voice, plastering a smile on my face.

"Carter," he mocked.

"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Sure," he agreed. "What is it?"

"Can you pay ten thousand dollars?" I asked.

"Over my dead body," he denied.

"You will be dead if that video gets leaked," I retorted. "What else are we going to do?"

"Anything but listen to them," he growled.

"I think I might have an idea," Toast said, interrupting our glares.

He went over the plan in detail, stopping every now and then when we had a question. The plan was risky and dangerous but it just might work.

"Who's going to do it?" Jimmy asked.

I had a feeling he might turn back to Ghost soon from his calm demeanor.

"Well, you can't do it because, well, you know. You're about as silent as a blender," Toast deadpanned. "We'd need someone else."

"Sally?" Jimmy suggested. "Billy? Papa Acachalla?"

"Sally would go straight to the fridge, Billy is as smart as a toothpick, and have you seen Papa Acachalla's waist line?"

"Then who else would do it?" Jimmy asked.

"I could," I volunteered.

They both looked over to me, startled. They must've forgotten I was sitting there.

"No," Jimmy denied.

"What? Why not?" I questioned.

"It's too dangerous." He shook his head.

"You wanted Sally to go," I said. "And whoever Billy and Papa Acachalla is."

"She has a point, she did do gymnastics," Toast said.

"I did gymnastics?" I asked.

"And cheerleading," he reminded.

I thought for a moment but couldn't remember. It must be one of the things that I had forgotten.

"But I don't want you to go," Jimmy whined.

"I'm the only one who can," I said. "I'm the only other one who knows your secret. Plus I already know what I'm supposed to do."

Jimmy seemed to be lost in his thoughts before speaking again. "Fine. You can be the one to do it. Don't forget the plan or else you could die. Now, let's get started."

A/N

You guys know me too well. Yeah, I had blackmail. But sorry this took so long to update! I was working and then had Pompon competitions all day and I was just hangin with my friends and it's 1:30 am so... yeah. But thank you! I've gotten so many reads since the last update! I am do grateful to have such amazing readers!!