I looked at the boy in front of me and tried to wiggle my hands out of his hold. He released me and I took a step back.
"Would you like to leave now?" He asked me, his tone calm and collected. I took one look at the lifeless body on the floor and rushed out of the room without giving him a response. My breathing was heavy and it took everything I had not to puke in that exact moment. If I survive today, I would definitely have nightmares.
I wondered, he threw his gun down after he shot Jimbo but neither Bruce not Jayden tried to make a move, they stayed glued to one position, their eyes still fixed on the floor. It was clear that they feared this boy more than they feared Jimbo. And the way he spoke to me with familiarity, I knew he looked familiar but I could not quite pinpoint where I saw him or where I knew him from.
He joined me in the other room where I was hyperventilating. He suddenly looked worried.
" Are you okay? Do you need to sit?" I didn't answer, just tried calming myself. He called Bruce and Jimbo over and they both scurried over like cats to their bowls during meal time. He asked them to get into a crawling position then turned to me. "Do you want to sit? You can choose either one of them and sit on their back."
I looked at him like he was crazy because he looked dead serious while those words came out of his mouth. I refused to sit and I got my breathing in control.
"Thank you." I managed to say once I had calmed down. He smiled at me and I manage to give a halfhearted smile back. I needed to get on this absolute batshit crazy guy's side or else I might end up like Jimbo, dead and lifeless. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach as I glanced at Jimbo's body, I needed to get the hell out of that house. "Can we leave?" I ask him and he held my back and gestured me to the exit of the house.
I walked out and found an extremely luxurious sports car parked right outside the house, it was enough to make me momentarily forget the panic moment I had as I took in the beauty of the car, it's sharp features and its beautiful red color. I had seen those cars before and had always adored them but I had never seen them in real life. He noticed me gawking.
"It's my car. Go in." He smiled. Now, that sounded like a threat to me, more like 'go in if you don't want your brains scattered on this balcony, bitch', and I loved my life too much to want to have my brains scattered anywhere.
"Yes, sir", I immediately responded, I looked scared on the outside but secretly squealed with joy on the inside because if I was going to die anyways, I would rather do so in a sports car. I entered the vehicle and noticed that he went back into the house. I wondered what he went back inside to do but stopped wondering when I heard about five more gunshots. That was loud as fuck and I saw at least three people walking by so how come nobody tried calling the police or help. The whole situation was weird.
I was not about to be the next victim so I hurriedly got out of the car and ran as fast as I could. I saw him exit the house and he sighted me, looking confused. I looked back at him, still running and hoped he would not try to chase me, until he in fact decided to chase me. It was at that moment that I screamed and ran even faster, I had kept looking back to see if he was catching up to me and in one moment, I felt something really hard and strong hit me. I was not sure what it was since I was looking back to check if I was being chased and I was hit from the front, but given that my dumb ass was running on the road, it was most probably a car.
I fell to the floor, hit my head and blanked out. Just my luck.
I woke up to a beeping sound, the setting of the room looked unfamiliar but according to movies and the internet, this was a hospital room. My head ached and I looked down at my body. There was a weird wire connecting inside my hand, I didn't know what that was but I didn't like the idea of something strange being poked in me. I tried to remove it when I was stopped by a strange but strong looking pair of hands.
"Why do you want to remove your cannulation?" The owner of the strong looking hands asked. I look up to see the owner of the sexy hand and it turned out to be the maniac that unalived three people earlier. How much earlier? I don't know, I just woke up from a car accident. I wanted to scream but my head hurt so I just stayed there frozen in fear.
"Are you okay? You were hit pretty hard but the doctor said you would be fine with a few days of rest and treatment."
Wait, why was he being nice to me. Come to think of it, he'd been nothing but nice to me since he saw me and he was probably even the one that took me to the hospital, so maybe he's kind of a nice person.
He killed three people without batting an eye, of course he's not a nice person. But why hasn't he killed me?
He unboxed a takeout meal, it was sushi. He used a chopstick to carefully pick up one sushi roll and pointed it in my direction.
Was he going to use the chopstick to stab me in the eye?
He stopped the chopsticks directly in front of my mouth. "Open up," he smiled. I would have thought that was cute if I didn't consider his smile to be creepy. I was hungry though but didn't want to eat his sushi because what if it was poisoned? What if the reason he didn't use a gun on me was because he wanted me to have a very slow and painful death? I gave him a skeptical look.
"Is this poisoned?"