“Oh, it’s very true. They told me that last night when they were visiting her house. She’s a less dead, so is her loser boyfriend.”
“Fuck off, Joey.” Marnie’s voice cracked.“We shouldn’t have come here.”
“You’re drunk,” Sam added.
“I should fucking stab you,” Mike said.
“Do it. Fucking do it, you coward.” Joey laughed, and without missing a beat, I spun around the wall and lifted the knife in my hand.
“No, I’ll do it.”
The room became chaos.
Everybody began to scream as I swung my arm out, catching who I presumed was Joey.
He stared at his arm in horror as I slid the knife out and aimed for his chest. He let out a loud, terrified scream only once before I punctured the center of his chest and tossed him aside. The other three had fled.
Good.
I stormed down the halls, checking the rooms.Years ago, this had been our prison. Me, Kansas, and Eisley were in one room, and countless other children were separated into others.
Today, they had laughed about them. These stupid rich kids. They didn’t give a shit about what their families did to us. Their kids were happy at home, safe, warm, and well-fed. These very ones.
They laughed and talked about Eisley as if she weren’t a person. Less dead. It would be them, that was less dead, not her.
Kicking down every door, finally, I found Mike and one of the girls huddled together.
“Who are you?” the girl asked. Based on her voice, I knew it was Marnie. I didn’t answer her, and instead straightened my back and slowly stalked over to them.
“Where’s Joey?” Mike asked. “Why did you do that?”
“This isn’t funny!” Marnie shook.
“This is a big joke, isn’t it?” Mike nodded rapidly. “Because we made fun of Joey getting into the academy. Well, lesson learned, we’re done.” He raised his arms, and I raised mine.
Without another word, I plunged the knife into his shoulder, and then tugging it back out, I did it again and again. He dropped like a fly and then I turned to Marnie, who hadn’t stopped screaming since the first stab.I lifted her by her hair. I ran the knife across her neck, shutting her up for good, and then tossed her down.
Three down; one to go.Sam.
I started to search upstairs, but then I heard a scream from the woods and darted out. She’d run, but I’d catch her.
I found her in less than ten minutes. I ran ahead of her and jumped out. Sam howled and fell backward.
“You fucking psycho!” she screamed, pointing at her fallen phone. “I’m live right now, and they’ll catch you, even with your mask.”
I picked it up and put my fingers over the cameras. I raised it to my face. She was live, but no one was watching.
How sad.
I spun in a circle and saw a small puddle not too far from us. I tossed the phone and it sunk into the water. It was deeper than I had estimated.The grin slid off her face as I flexed my hand with the knife and turned my attention back to her. She began to scoot backward. I found it confusing until I looked down and saw bone protruding from her shin.
“Why are you smiling, you sick fuck?” she demanded.
“Because you’ve got a horse face and a broken leg. The best thing to do is put you down.”Tired of this lazy cat-and-mouse game, I cleared my throat and stomped over to her, then I raised my knife. “Goodbye, Sam.”
Rule 13 - Eisley
Keep your doors locked.
