Brian and James watched fire engulf the house. The raging inferno spread to the front lawn of and fire began to spread across the grass, turning once lush green plants into smoldering ash. They spent almost fifteen minutes watching the fire before James finally said,
"Lets go. Fire trucks will be here soon, and we don't want to be anywhere near this place when they do."
Brian nodded in agreement, and they went their separate ways, going home. After almost forty-five minutes of walking, janes finally reached made it home. His parents yelled at him for coming home at almost 8:00. He apologized and made some excuse before going to his room. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Images of Abigail's tear stained face and lifeless eyes after her death were firmly imbedded in his mind. He remembered stabbing Marisa over bad over again, making her pay for what she did. The thought made him feel a little better. Abigail was dead, but she had been avenged. He felt his eyes begin to droop, as the fatigue caused by today caught up with him. He soon alowed sleep to overtake him, thankful for a reprieve from reality.
James saw Abigail in a lush grassy field. He wasn't sure how he knew it was Abigail, for he only saw her from behind, but he knew it was her. He ran up to her and turned her around, wanting to see her face. What he saw was Abigail, but she looked horrific. Her eyes were no human eyes, they were black voids. Black tears ran down her face, into he mouth, which was wide open. She stared at him for a second, with those black, soulless eyes, before her open mouth let out a blood curtailing scream. He tried to run, but she grabbed this sides of his head and forced him to continue staring into the black voids. The screaming became louder and more high pitch, and the louder the screamed became, the faster the black tears streamed out of her eyes. The screams transitioned into her wailing the same three words over and over again, Her voice increasing in volume every time she said it. You killed me. You killed. You killed me. You killed me! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME!
James awoke with a jerk. Paniced, he looked around his room and saw nothing but darkness. Frantically, he jumped out of bed and and ran toward the wall to his left. He franticly began groping the wall, trying to find the light switch, a difficult talk in the complete darkness of his room. He finally felt his fingers touch a protrusion in the wall. He flipped the switch up and the room immediately filled with welcoming, white light. He looked down at his hands. He pressed his back against the wall, placed his left hand over his right, and held it against his chest in a fruitless attempt to stop the shaking. He slowly slid to the ground and wept uncontrollably.
Brian had a much better night. He laid down on his bed and grinned up at the ceiling. The universe had a funny way of fixing problems in your life. Just yesterday, he was worried about not only the of Marisa telling someone that James tried to kill her, but he was also worried about his relationship with Abigail. Now both of them were dead, and best of all, James killed his first person, proving he was more than capable of killing if he wanted to. Everything was back to normal. He couldn't wait to get back to selling organs. Organs. Something about the word made Brian feel as if he was forgetting something. He suddenly remembered. They had made a grave mistake. They had forgotten about the pictures.
James awoke to the sound of his alarm and looked around. He was lying on the ground, his back facing the wall. He sat up and stretched, trying to ease the pain in his stiff neck and back. After a few minutes of stretching, his got to his feet and walked up to his computer. He always had ourpainandsuffering.com open in a window. He checked his messages and saw twenty three from Brian. They all said basicly the same thing. We need to run. James, beginning to feel panic and fear, quickly messaged back.
Why, what's going on?
He messaged back immediately.
We f**ked up James!
What do you mean? What happened?
The pictures! We forgot about the f**king pictures Marisa told us she took! I went over to her house when I remembered to get rid of them and guess what I found?! Three police cruisers! Her parents called the police when she didn't come home, and they search for clues in her room, and guess what they found?! pictures of us killing a guy! And pictures of Abigail! Once the find out where Abigail lives and sees the house burned down with two god damn corpses lying on the ground we are royally f**ked!
How long do we have?
Well, I got a look at the picture of us killing the guy, a d it's pretty blurry. They're going to need to go down to the police department to used digital enhancing to be able to see its us. Then they are going to need a warrant to search our homes for evidence. That won't be too hard since they have a picture of us killing a guy. So, I'd say we have about 24 hours. Get ready. Pack a bag or two and we need to meet up at Burger King in three hours.
James thought about it. If he left with Brian, he would be hunted down by the police. Probably for years. But he would be a free man. And, he would have the closest thing to a friend he had by his side. Or, he could allow the police to take him to prison. He doubted he would get a life sentience, after a few years, he could get his life back on track. He thought about it for almost an hour. Finally, he reached his decision.
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Hey readers. Now, for this next part, I want you guys to decide how the story progresses. I can either write about James getting what he deserves, and write about his life as a prisoner, or I can write about him going on the run with Brian. Both versions will involve killing, do not worry about that. Please let me know in the comment. If no one comments, that’s perfectly fine, I’ll choose how the story goes. Also, let me know if you guys want me to let you decide how the story goes more often. I’ll wait until February the third for people to vote before I post the next chapter. Thank you.
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Psychopath
Misterio / SuspensoJames, an extremely intelligent young man, is alone. He can't talk to most people about his ideas and ambitions in life due to illegal and immoral methods he wants to use. That is, until he meets Brian