Immortal Technique

Chapter 5

The Immortals

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Chapter Five

 Thelma watched as Jo cried silently. She felt like she could do nothing else except thinking especially about what Sarah had said. It made sense but at the same time, there were holes. Why would anyone want to kill a couple of small town teenage girls who have little in common? Savanna and Grace were as different from each other as possible. Savanna was tall and pretty with blond hair, green eyes and sun kissed skin. Grace was more masculine with very short red hair, brown eyes and a lean body from playing varsity soccer. Jo was a combination of the two; athletic and pretty. She removed her glasses, steamed and cleaned them. It was just unbelievable.

 "Thelma?"

 "Yeah?"

 "Do you think Sarah's telling the truth?"

 "About what? Cole?"

Jo shook her head slowly. "No. About talking to the killer,"

 Thelma bit her lower lips, still cleaning her spectacles. "I don't know. I mean, she wouldn't lie to us like that. She wouldn't," she repeated faintly.

Jo smiled wearily. "I just remembered fifth grade when Pete got lost in the woods and Sarah told us Old Man Wick took him up to the cabin. She made it sound so believable that we all refused to go near the woods,"

Thelma recalled what happened and how angry all the kids were at Sarah. They later found out that she was trying to get them away from the forest in case something had happened to Pete. Not that made them less angry.

 "She was looking out for us,"

Jo rubbed her eyes as though she was trying to remove something. "I know, I know but... I just can't believe some psycho is after me. Thelma, I'm scared. Their bodies.... Oh, God, their bodies," she sobbed.

 Thelma rubbed her back, whispering how it was going to be alright, keeping her uncertainty to herself. Just then the doorbell rang. It rang again almost immediately. Thelma did not bother going to open it knowing Sarah was somewhere in the house. After three quick rings, she got up, leaving Jo still crying and went to it. Along the way, she called Sarah's name but got no reply. Feeling a bit frightened, Thelma got close to the door.

 "Who is it?" she tried to cry out but it came out as a squeak.

 "It's Michael, Thelma, open the door,"

Breathing out in relief, Thelma unlocked the door. Without waiting for her to open the door, he burst in and went up the stairs. Thelma was still standing there, blinking in surprise.

 "Come in, Michael. I insist," she grumbled. Just as she was about to close the door, someone else barged in. Her spectacles fell when the door hit her. Without her glasses, the world had become hazy. She was barely able to register the person standing next to her.

 "Have you seen Jo?"

 "Pete, is that you?" Thelma exclaimed. He was the last person she expected to hear from.

 "Where is she?" Pete asked impatiently. Thelma could tell from sounds his sneakers were making that he was moving in through the house. His jacket was the only thing she could see relatively clear.

 "Pete, I'm going to ask you to leave,"

 "You don't understand. I have to see her. She's here, isn't she?"

Thelma huffed, "Pete, this is not a good time and-"

 "I don't care what time it is," he cut in angrily. His jacket moved closer until she could see it better. "Two of my ex-girlfriend end up dead a day apart and you're telling me about time. Screw this! Jo, come out! We got to talk,"