Chapter 6: "It Only Gets Worse." Why Can't It Get Better?!

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Jake’s POV

I walked out of my room after my fight with Astly (yeah, I actually decided to call him Astly). He was so damn touchy!

I had had just about enough of Astly watching and listening to me wherever I went. He was like an overprotective parent… who was also in love with you and killed people… so actually, not like a parent at all (unless they were an incest driven pedophile).

I stomped over to the bathroom and sat on the carpet. At least I knew that he couldn’t see me there.

I sighed in exasperation; Astly couldn’t keep on making all of these damn rules out of nowhere. ‘Say what you want! Oh, unless it has anything to do with disliking me. Nobody will die unless you make me mad! Oh, no wait, if someone else does something to make me mad at you, it’s still your fault and someone will still die!’

I felt like everything I did or said could trigger a homicide. Sadly, I’m not the type of person to hold back what I want to say, and Astly makes it so easy to say whatever I want… I almost wished he would threaten me more. Almost. Er, maybe not at all (I would probably screw up and he would end up killing the whole city).

RINGINGINGINGINGING! Aw, crud, was that my ringtone? RINGINGINGINGINGING! …That shit was getting changed to something less annoying, like classical music or a generic guitar strum.

I hesitantly got off of the bathroom floor and strode into my room. I still wanted my private time, away from Astly.

I opened my drawer to find that Trent’s picture had shown up on my phone. “Hello?” I asked.

“Hey Jake, it’s Trent. Did you hear the news?!”

“Yeah, another teacher got killed.” I said.

“Well, yes, but also something else.”

“Huh? Then what?” I asked. I swear, if Astly killed somebody because of his anger issues…

“We’re going to school tomorrow!” Trent yelled despairingly.

“What!?” I yelled. There’s a serial killer slaughtering teachers of our high school! Was the school board really that stupid!?

“The school board said that we needed to have the same amount of school days as others and that it was too last minute to have the school year leak into the summer!” Trent said.

“…The hell? What if there’s a bomb set up! What would they do then?!” I yelled. I already knew that there wasn’t going to be a bomb, but seriously; what if!?

“U-uh… I don’t think I’ll go to school; we should have a strike!” Trent stammered shakily. Crap, I made him scared.

“Trent calm down; I don’t think there will be a bomb. Remember what Celeste said? She thinks that the killer has a motive that isn’t really related to annihilating the whole school.” I said reassuringly.

“…Yeah… I didn’t really understand that conversation.” Trent said with a chuckle.

“Since when have you understood an intellectual conversation?” I laughed.

“…Shut up. I’m passing.”

“Uh-huh, an F+ isn’t passing.”

“Crap.” Trent muttered to himself.

My phone vibrated against my ear. “Hold your horses!” I said to Astly, briefly taking my phone away from my ear.

“…I only said ‘crap’.” Trent said, thinking I was talking to him.

“Ah, no, I was talking to my mom.” Great save.

“Oh… anyway, will you be going to school tomorrow?” Trent asked.

Was I going to go? It only took a second for me to come up with an answer. “Yeah, I am.” I replied. Being at school meant that I could be around people, and that meant that Astly couldn’t nag me nonstop (or so I hoped)!

“Okay then, I guess that I’ll go to.” Trent sighed nervously. “Anyway, I’m going to call Trudes now, so later!”

“Alright bye.” I said before hanging up. It was probably a good time to stop too. I was guessing that Astly was mad at me again... the little whiner.

Private Number: “…Maybe I should have killed Trent, you sick flirt.”

“Maybe I should kill you, you sick stalker!” I retaliated. “Augh, wait a second! I don’t think of Trent that way. He’s a bit to much of an idiot for me and I seriously can’t think of us that way.” I shuddered to myself when I tried.

Private Number: “…Fine I overreacted. I just wish you smiled more often, for me.”

I bit my lower lip in thought; I didn’t know how to respond. I never did when it came to being reminded that he was actually serious about me (too serious at that). I would actually probably like him if he wasn’t so cracked. Was he really that bad?

I shook my head: DUH, he was that bad! “Yeah…You’d better be sorry.” I said unconvincingly.

Private Number: “What if I didn’t kill those people?”

“Well, you did kill those people, so it’s a bit late for wishful thinking.” I muttered.

Private Number: “Would I have had a chance without the stalking?”

I shrugged nonchalantly “Maybe, I don’t know, I’ve never even seen you.”

Private Number: “Yes you have.”

I froze. I met this person!? When!? “…Like, met on the street, or met personally, having over one conversation?”

Private Number: “We met personally.”

The fuck!? That was more disturbing than never seeing him in my life! “So… I know your real name and everything? Not just ‘this guy is the stalker Astly and he is also a killer’?”

Private Number: “fuck. U call me Astly in ur head!? But ya, lol u know me kinda well.”

I was seriously never more disturbed in my life. “I’m going to go back to the bathroom now…” I said awkwardly, walking towards the bathroom the second time that evening.

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When I entered school the next morning I was actually quite surprised to find that the school really actually did care about our safety. There were actual armed security guards. Everywhere. I felt like I was walking into a prison.

The security guards were armed and were wearing a uniform. They were all on-task, observant, and serious; unlike our usual security guards, who were normally only ‘observant’ if blood spilled in a fight.

A new regulation had been made that you either show up to school on time or not at all, so I had to really start waking up on time.

“Hey Jake!” Matt yelled, slapping me hard on the back. “What’s up?” He asked, walking with me to first period.

“Nothing much, besides two murders, creepy security guards, and a new back pain."

“Those guards are always looking at me too; like I’m the killer or some shit.”  Matt exclaimed.

“They stare at everyone, because anyone could be the killer. And if teachers are the most likely targets, then an angry student is most likely going to be the murderer, because a student would have many motives for killing a teacher who is generally disliked by the student body. That secretary was pretty hated, as well as Mr. Goldsworth.” I reasoned, not being able to keep myself from a puzzle. Mind puzzles really intrigued me and I just wanted to think of other plausible reasons for the killings (not that an insane stalker is plausible to begin with).

“Huh, good point. But in my mind it could also be a robot.” Matt said absently.

“I’m not even going to comment on that.” I laughed. I noticed that I was almost at the gym. “Uh, Matt, why are you going to the gym; you don’t take P.E…”

Matt stopped. “Shit!” He started running back to the school building.

I walked into the dressing room with a crowd of students.  I went to my P.E locker at the back of the room.

“Oof.” I said, bumping into someone. “Sor…ry.” I trailed off when I saw who it was.

“Oh, didn’t know you had P.E first period.”

“Mr. Las Vegas!?” I yelled, quickly looking around the room for security cameras that Astly could hack into. Of course there were none, considering this was a dressing room.

Roy frowned. “Really? That’s all you remember me by?” He asked, feigning sadness.

“Sorry Randy.” I joked. No; I couldn’t joke! What if Mr. Jealous was somehow watching!? CRAP; that was the least of my worries! Now I had to change near Las Vegas too... Why me?

“Oh, ha ha. Anyway, I met this guy Trent before school… I see why you want to protect him.” Roy said slyly.

“Stay away from him.” I said bluntly, being in the middle of trying to ‘secret-change’.

“You look like your having trouble, need help?” Roy asked craftily, reaching for my shirt.

I jumped away. “No; unless you want to die.” I sighed to myself. He would actually probably die if he touched me.

“You’re really nonchalant aren’t you?” Roy sighed. “I hope you know that it only makes you more attractive.” He leered.

Having succeeded in ‘secret-changing’ I ignored him and quickly walked to the dressing room door.

“Ugh, wait a second.” Roy said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I didn’t want to risk his life by letting his hand stay there, so I batted it away quickly. “Don’t make a scene. I’m closeted remember?” I said, using my being in the closet as an excuse.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Changing subject, do you always have these cops hanging around here?” He asked, pointing at a security guard who was staring at us.

“No, we normally just have the normal lazy-ass security.”

Roy groaned. “These guys are going to make this school such a drag.”

“What are you planning to-”

“COME ON KIDS THREE LAPS.” Shrieked our P.E. teacher, interrupting my sentence.

We all started running. “What are you planning to do?” I asked Roy again, running beside him.

“The normal stuff; fights, playing hooky, etcetera etcetera.”

“You like getting into fights?” I asked.

Roy shrugged. “It’s relaxing.”

“Oh…” I said. Who the hell would think fights were relaxing!?

We ran in silence for a bit. “JAAAAAKE!” A familiar voice screeched.

“Oh god.” I said before Trudy grasped my arm.

“Protect me!”  She hissed, sending a glare at Jeff, the guy who liked her, obsessively flirted with her, and followed her.

“Do people ask you to protect them a lot?” Roy asked, suppressing a laugh.

“You implying something?” I asked.

“Trudy! Just wait!” Jeff yelled, catching up to us.

“NOOOOOOO!” Trudy sped up away from us.

“Aw, shit.” Jeff cussed, and then glared at me. “Fucker.”

Next thing I knew I had landed on the ground. Jeff had tripped me! What the fuck was wrong with that possessive son of a bitch!?

“Are you okay?” Roy asked, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

“You think this is funny?” I asked him, narrowing my eyes.

Roy nodded and helped me get up. “Damn, that looks like a bad scrape.” He pointed to my elbow, which had been torn and was gushing blood.

“Sweet, I get to miss P.E.” I said, slightly wincing when I poked ay my wound.

“I’ll walk you to the teacher.” Roy said. He just wanted to miss P.E too.

Before we got very far the bell rang. “That wasn’t an hour…” I said.

“Maybe it’s a bug?” Roy suggested.

“Maybe.” I agreed.

Then the intercom turned on. “We ask that all students go to an office and get parental permission for a ride home, or be driven home by that parent. Something has come up and school needs to be cancelled. We repeat, something has turned up and all student need to go to an office to arrange a ride with parental consent. Please come to the offices immediately.” The intercom shut off.

The silence on the track was replaced by a mass of distraught voices.

I noticed that most of the new security guards were talking in their walkie-talkies.

“What the fuck just happened?” Roy muttered, having seen the actions of guards too.

I looked him in the eye. “Someone just got killed.”

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My assumption had been correct; someone had died. However, this victim was different from the others. A student had been killed this time. The student was someone who had decided to stay at home that day. Their body had been found an estimated hour after their death, having been killed with a kitchen knife from their own kitchen.

I was in the car driving home with my mother, who was rambling about the horrible misfortunes in the world and why we had to live in a world like that.

I was too busy thinking about something else to listen. Why had Private Number killed someone again!? Was it because I spoke to Roy!? Why!? I just didn’t get it; what motive could he possibly have for killing someone I wasn’t even acquainted with, much less hated? Was it a personal grudge? Either was, I was going to ask for answers as soon as I got home and into my room.

When we stepped inside the house Mom immediately started locking all of the doors and windows. I told her that I was going up to my room and she told me to lock my window there.

As soon as I stepped foot inside my room I took out my phone and sat on my bed.

I hadn’t gotten a text from private number all morning. Probably because he was busy killing that innocent kid.

“Hey can you hear me?” I asked in a whisper, not wanting my mom to hear.

Private Number: “Yes.”

Fuck, it was scary how fast he was able to reply. Was he always watching me? “Why’d you do it?” I asked softly.

Private Number: “…do what?”

“Fuck… kill and innocent kid! Why’d you do it?” I whisper yelled. “I only talked to Roy; he was in my class with a locker near mine! I even secret-changed and slapped his hand away from my shoulder, which isn’t even an intimate place! I was being sociable, not flirty!”

Private Number: “Wait, he’s in your P.E class? You’d better make sure you keep secret-changing (I’m happy u did it this time btw :) ) And… I guess I cant get mad at u for talking to him… just don’t talk to him too much.”

“Just answer the damn question! Why did you kill them?”

Private Number: “Kill who? A fictional Roy in my head?”

“No, you little crap! The person who was killed this morning!” I whispered intensely.

Private Number: “Wait just a second…”

I cussed a few times and stared at my phone, waiting for him to text back.

Private Number: “I heard that something happened this morning… I didn’t know that a student was killed, I just thought it was the overbearing amount of parent complaints about their kids being at school at a time like this.”

My heart almost stopped when I realized the truth. “W-wait.” I stammered. “…What are you saying then?”

Private Number: “I would never be so sloppy, or give my victim time to struggle and spray blood everywhere (that moron left the whole room in a mess). ‘A clean kill is clean of evidence,’ is what I always say.”

“So… You’re saying…” I trailed off; my throat felt dry.

Private Number: “Another killer just entered town. And you; stay indoors and tell me if something doesn’t seem right; by the looks of that crime scene (which I took the liberty of stealing photos of) this guy’s brutal and crazier than me. And from the proof so far, he’s targeting students.”

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YUS! I finally finished! I would have posted earlier, but Micro. Word crashed just as I was going to finish the chapter, deleting over half of it (I also had a million tests). So all in all, the universe just trolled on my writing of this chapter D::D !!!!!!!

Lastly: over 200 reads!?!?!?! I feel so popluar! (lol, yes that's actually the most I've ever gotten on a story anywhere XD). You readers are awesome and need around a million waffles (unless you don't like waffles, then you can have a million skittles).