Darkening Sky Chapter 7
7th chapter to my book in progress.
Chapter 7: Secrets always stay hidden till someone reads them.
I stepped back, tripped and fell. Who could of shot someone without anyone hearing it? You couldn’t of unless you used a silencer, but weren’t those illegal? Of course they were, I remember reading about it in history class of freshman year. But how could of one been used then? You would have had to make one and that was nearly impossible. Unless you where willing to spend time, effort and possibly your life making one so you could kill someone to torture another. This was a mind of a serial killer, not just a serial killer, but someone who enjoyed death more than any other person I have ever known or read the thoughts of in my life. I had read killers minds before and it wasn’t like this. This was more intense and they had thought this through making sure not to leave one thing I could pick up on.
I crawled on my hands and knees away from the closet heaving and starting to shake. I had to get up be strong for Charlotte though. She was much more delicate than I was and could only take so much. I pushed myself up and started to walk, but I had to catch myself at first. I was light headed. I started to move again with my first step a little wobbly. I made it back to Charlotte’s bed and slumped on the floor. I laid there with my face looking under the bed except my eyes were shut, but I opened them abruptly when my hand touched something cold. It was a cold that only came off of metal. My eyes flew open, it was the gun that had been used to shoot Chelsea in the head.
I backed away desperately from the bed trying my hardest to press myself up against the wall making myself as far away from that gun as possible. It was no use though. "Charlotte, we have to get out of here." I croaked in a low voice that sounded as dry as it was. She nodded. I got myself up again and went over to her practically dragging her off the bed. I walked us into the hallway and she became silent. There was no more tears falling, but she still had tear stained cheeks.
"Arr…arr..Arrion did you see that?" She stumbled over her words a few times, but got it out. I looked at her and nodded, I had seen the bathroom, the closet, and the gun.
She shook her head "No, I mean the face outside the window looking in at us."
"No." For the first time all night I saw true terror wash over Charlotte’s face and I knew that mine also looked that way. If someone had been there why couldn’t of I picked up on them? I was starting to panic more and more. I grabbed Charlotte’s hand and I began to run down the hall. I had to go to Nikki’s room. I had to. Nikki was an expert on how to deal with the dead.
I came to an abrupt stop outside her door. I hadn’t realized I had ran so fast down the hall and up the stairs to the third floor where her room was. I began to pound on the door and yell for her. She answered, but I hadn’t expect her to answer in the way she was dressed. She was wearing ruby red satin lingerie and I could see that Darris was in the room. I didn’t care though. "What!" she hissed.
"Someone was killed in our room!" I stammered and stuttered. Her brown eyes grew large.
"You’re joking."
"Do these faces look of like of two people joking?"
"No, you’re right they don’t. Get inside now." She commanded.
I stepped back, tripped and fell. Who could of shot someone without anyone hearing it? You couldn’t of unless you used a silencer, but weren’t those illegal? Of course they were, I remember reading about it in history class of freshman year. But how could of one been used then? You would have had to make one and that was nearly impossible. Unless you where willing to spend time, effort and possibly your life making one so you could kill someone to torture another. This was a mind of a serial killer, not just a serial killer, but someone who enjoyed death more than any other person I have ever known or read the thoughts of in my life. I had read killers minds before and it wasn’t like this. This was more intense and they had thought this through making sure not to leave one thing I could pick up on.
I crawled on my hands and knees away from the closet heaving and starting to shake. I had to get up be strong for Charlotte though. She was much more delicate than I was and could only take so much. I pushed myself up and started to walk, but I had to catch myself at first. I was light headed. I started to move again with my first step a little wobbly. I made it back to Charlotte’s bed and slumped on the floor. I laid there with my face looking under the bed except my eyes were shut, but I opened them abruptly when my hand touched something cold. It was a cold that only came off of metal. My eyes flew open, it was the gun that had been used to shoot Chelsea in the head.
I backed away desperately from the bed trying my hardest to press myself up against the wall making myself as far away from that gun as possible. It was no use though. "Charlotte, we have to get out of here." I croaked in a low voice that sounded as dry as it was. She nodded. I got myself up again and went over to her practically dragging her off the bed. I walked us into the hallway and she became silent. There was no more tears falling, but she still had tear stained cheeks.
"Arr…arr..Arrion did you see that?" She stumbled over her words a few times, but got it out. I looked at her and nodded, I had seen the bathroom, the closet, and the gun.
She shook her head "No, I mean the face outside the window looking in at us."
"No." For the first time all night I saw true terror wash over Charlotte’s face and I knew that mine also looked that way. If someone had been there why couldn’t of I picked up on them? I was starting to panic more and more. I grabbed Charlotte’s hand and I began to run down the hall. I had to go to Nikki’s room. I had to. Nikki was an expert on how to deal with the dead.
I came to an abrupt stop outside her door. I hadn’t realized I had ran so fast down the hall and up the stairs to the third floor where her room was. I began to pound on the door and yell for her. She answered, but I hadn’t expect her to answer in the way she was dressed. She was wearing ruby red satin lingerie and I could see that Darris was in the room. I didn’t care though. "What!" she hissed.
"Someone was killed in our room!" I stammered and stuttered. Her brown eyes grew large.
"You’re joking."
"Do these faces look of like of two people joking?"
"No, you’re right they don’t. Get inside now." She commanded.
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