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Cold Toenails
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Second to last chapter!
God damn it! Why does it have to be so dark? Ginger asked herself. She was wandering around a yard filled with weeds and need a good trimming. Who ever had called her earlier said the door would be unlocked. It wasn’t. So Ginger decided to try her luck with the back door.
After making it through the sea of overgrown grass, Ginger reached the back door. She twisted the knob and pushed on the door. It didn’t budge. She tried to remember what he had said. She was sure that he said that one of the doors would be left unlocked. How many other doors could there be?” she asked herself. Her patience was ending fast. She needed to get in and save Elliot before it was too late.
She was walking to the side of the house she had not yet explored when she saw an open window. It was pretty high up. Ginger had to stand on her toes to get a decent look. But this was her only chance to get in she figured. She was able to pull herself up to the window and stand on the windowsill. Trying to keep her balance, she pried the window open successfully. Ginger climbed into the building.
“Hello?” she called out. She was waiting for an answer. A noise came from somewhere behind her. Ginger swirled around. Then it went dark.
Andrew Boyd studied the young man with a hard stare. It just didn’t seem to fit to him. “Is that all that happened?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Elliot. “I let him go and then I left.”
“And that was the last time you saw him?”
“I believe the whole point of the story,” Loomis interrupted, “was for him to tell what happened the last time he saw Eron. Now, if you don’t mind, I have some family business to attend to so we must be going now.”
“This is family business,” said Boyd. He turned back to Elliot. “There is something about your story that doesn’t seem right to me. It’s like it’s missing something.
“I told you everything I remembered!”
“Did you conveniently forget a part or two?”
Elliot’s blood began to boil with anger. “No! I already fucking told you, I do not remember anymore! That is what happened! I saw him leave and that’s it. I’m sorry that he’s dead, but I did not kill Eron. I didn’t kill any of those people!”
“Then why didn’t you just tell the whole story in the first place?”
“I don’t know,” sighed Elliot. He buried his head in his hands.
“Well, you know what they say,” said Loomis impatiently. “Leave the past in the past. There is not need to fret about it now. Come on, Elliot, let’s go. You’ve already stalled us long enough for today.”
Elliot froze up, his expression filled with though. “Wait, I think I remember something else. Yeah, it was when I was going after him the last time.” Loomis sighed, sat back in his chair, and began to tap the table with the fountain pen again.
“How did I get inside here?”
The room was dark. It had always been a dark room but the darkness of night made it even darker. It was awfully dusty and smelt like a mix of mothballs and some sort of faded perfume.
There was one lone window, which you could see little speckles of stars lighting up the sky. A small haze covered the moon tonight. From the window frame hung warn drapes made from a hideous paisley pattern. Through the dark she could make out the basic outlines of objects in the room. Ginger was about to get up form the chair when she saw something stir from the corner.
“Hello?”
There was no reply.
It just is just a shadow, Ginger thought. The shadow began to move. It crept forward with small baby steps. Ginger, who was now standing up felt a strange coldness incase around her. Something just didn’t feel right.
“Take a seat,” said the shadow in a voice sounding as dark as the source.
“I’m on the phone, Mom. Do you think you could keep it down?” Carl called from his bedrooms.
“Teenagers,” Ms. Foutley mumbled under her breath. “At least I know where one of them are. Now, where could Ginger be?” She smelt something burning from the kitchen. Fallowing that lead, Ms. Foutley went into the kitchen.
The smell was coming from the microwave. She opened it and pulled out a bag of burn popcorn. “She could have at least taken it out.”
“Ginger!” Ms. Foutley yelled upstairs again. She remembered that Carl was on the phone, so she decided to go upstairs to find out where her daughter was.
When she reached her room, Loise found it empty. “Where could she be?” she asked herself. Clothes were scattered randomly through out the room leaving behind a jumbled mess.
That’s not like Ginger, Ms. Foutley thought. She usually never leaves her things on the floor like this.
A strange sensation of panic went through her veins. Something was not right. Something had to be up. Ms. Foutley rushed down the stairs, to the living room, and went straight to the phone.
“Hello,” a woman started to say, but Loise cut her off.
“Yes, hello. I need the police or the FBI or something! My daughter’s missing and I don’t know where she could have gone!”
“Calm down, Mam. Now tell me what is going on.”
“My daughter, she isn’t here. I just came home from work and when I looked in her room she wasn’t there.”
“How old is she and what does she look like?”
“She’s sixteen with red hair.”
“Mam, are you sure she’s missing? She might have just gone out with friends. Did she leave a note somewhere?”
“No, I didn’t see any. I’ve looked all over the house for her, but she’s nowhere to be found. Ginger isn’t the type to just leave with out saying something! She’s a good kid, she’s not out running around!”
“Mam, please calm down,” the dispatcher said. “Why don’t you wait a couple of minutes to see if any news turns up or call a couple of your daughter’s friends and try to find out something from them. Most kids her age leave just like that. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“But she’s not here!”
“And if she doesn’t turn up later, just call back here and we’ll take care of it. Ok?”
Ms. Foutley let out a sigh of defeat. “Ok then. I’ll go check around some more.” She hung up the phone and went back up to Ginger’s room to see if there was anything she had missed.
Or that is what she would have liked to believe. Truth be told, Ginger knew where she was. And how did she regret it.
Great, she said to herself. Now I have gotten myself stuck with this mad man. Or it could be woman. I’ll go with mad person. Why did I fall for this anyways?
“You are here,” the shadow said, “for information on Elliot.”
Ginger hesitantly nodded.
“And I will give you the answers you so seek. But that is only if you answer a question or two for me.”
She furrowed her eyebrows together. “Who are you?”
The darkness laughed. “What? Do you not recognize me? I find this very disappointing, Ginger. Very disappointing indeed. And I was in such a happy mood knowing that you would be coming to me.” This shadow, person, seemed to have something familiar about it. It was the voice. It was oh so familiar, but Ginger could not quite remember whom that voice belonged to.
“Wait,” Ginger said in a soft voice. Then it clicked. The voice, the face, the stranger, it all hit. “Mr. Keller?”
Once the continents of the drawers were all on the floor, Mrs. Foutley moved onto the next. She had gone through just about everything with no result. As she got up from the floor, she saw something sitting on the top of the dresser.
It was a white box with pink dots on it. There was nothing unusual about it, just a regular looking jewelry box. But for some reason Mrs. Foutley felt she should open it. She quickly opened it. Just as expected, there was nothing inside but a mess of jewelry.
“Ginge really needs to learn how to keep her jewelry better,” Loise said. She pulled up on a black necklace that drug along a whole trail of other ones attached to it. Something peaked out from underneath the bracelets and necklaces. It was smooth and white. Ms. Foutley pulled it out from the mess. What she pulled out was an envelope that looked to be nearly over flowing with letters. Now Mrs. Foutley did not really like snooping in her children’s business, but this was urgent. She had a good excuse anyways. Her daughter was missing and she didn’t know where she had gone.
Just blame it on Ginger for leaving in the first place, Mrs. Foutley told herself.
She skimmed through the letters. It didn’t take long for her to register what they were about or what was going on. “Oh my God! My daughter was kidnapped!” Mrs. Foutley dashed to the nearest phone.
“Calm down, Mrs. Foutley,” said Officer Peney. “We aren’t for sure.”
“Have you not read those letters?”
“Yes, I have. But you need to stay calm.”
“My daughter is missing and those, those letters! They’re crazy!”
“Mrs. Foutley-.”
“No, look,” Loise interrupted him. She took a couple from his hands. “He knew Laura. He killed Laura and then he threatened Ginger! Oh God he’s going to kill her!”
“You know, we already have that murderer in custody,” said another officer.
“What? Who?”
“Elliot MacCannaly.”
Peney gave him a dirty look. “You aren’t supposed to release that kind of information,” he whispered harshly.
“Well, sorry,” said officer Gadbsy. “I was just trying to think of a way that could get her to calm down and shut up.” Peney rolled his eyes.
“Elliot? He wouldn’t do something like that, especially to hurt Ginger,” said Mrs. Foutley.
“He’s dating your daughter, right?” Mrs. Foutley nodded. The two policemen exchanged looks.
“What?”
“How long has it been since she was gone?”
“I don’t know,” Loise said. “The last time I saw her was when I was leaving for work. That was at five.”
“She could just be out with friends-.”
“How can you say that after reading those!”
“We can assure you that she has not been kidnapped.”
“Or not at least the murder,” Gadbsy said under his breath.
“But since it was in the paper about Elliot, people would be angry with him. And if they can’t get to him, they might try to hurt him by hurting someone he cares about.”
“Ginger,” Ms. Foutley said in a rushed tone.
Peney nodded. “That could be it, but nothing is for sure. Those letters most defiantly mean something and we’re going to take them down to be examined.”
“But Ginger-.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll have people out looking for her. Why don’t you just wait hear until she gets back. Like we said, maybe she went out and forgot to call. You’ll want to be here when she gets back.”
Ms. Foutley nodded. “Yes, officers. Please call me if you get any new information.”
“Will do, Mam,” said Peney as he and his partner walked out the door.
“Did you see who was driving?” asked Boyd.
“No, but the car was black. I think. I couldn’t really tell, it was too dark. I’m pretty sure if was black though.”
“Did you get a license plate or anything? Any other details?”
Elliot shook his head. “That’s just about it.”
“So you’re telling me,” Boyd said, folding his hands together. “That Eron got into a car with some stranger?”
“I think he knew him. That’s what I thought when I saw him talking to the guy.”
“Guy?”
“Yeah, he was older. I thought it must have been his dad or someone he knew. And from what I saw, there was nothing suspicious about it, so I left.”
“And you are expecting me to believe that? Why didn’t you just say that in the beginning?”
“Would have saved us a lot of time,” Mr. Loomis said under his breath.
Elliot shrugged. “I don’t know. Must have thought it wasn’t too important.”
“It was the last time you saw him. And it was with him getting into some car. How is that not important?”
Elliot shrugged again. “It’s not like you would believe me anyways. You all think I did it and there’s nothing I could do or say to change your minds.”
“Maybe it is because your story doesn’t make any sense is the reason why no one here believes you.”
Elliot opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off. “Don’t say anything,” said Loomis.
“Why?”
“Because I am your lawyer and that’s what I’m paid for, to tell you when to speak and when not to.”
“I-.”
“Just shut up, kid. You aren’t making yourself look any better.” Elliot narrowed his eyes at him.
“What we-,” Boyd began to say. His phone rang. With a sigh, he answered it.
“What? You’re kidding me? But we have him right here! Ok, I’ll be there in a second.” He hung up and looked back at the two. “You guys are free for now. I’ll be seeing you later, but right now I have some business to attend to.”
“Don’t we all,” Loomis said as he headed for the door. He and Boyd reached the door at the same time. After a quick glare, Loomis let Boyd go through first. “Age before beauty.” Andrew rolled his eyes
“You were the one who wanted my help.”
“That was you on the phone? What do you know about Elliot?”
A grin that would make the Grinch flinch in fear spread across his lips. “Oh, just about everything you want to know.”
“Like what?”
“Like I know that he didn’t do it.”
“I know, that’s what you said on the phone.”
“Exactly.”
“But how? Then who did?”
“That, I know too.”
“Who?”
“All in due time, Dear, all in due time.”
A silence fell over them. Mr. Keller was standing in front of a window, looking out into the night. “Where are we?” Ginger asked.
“My home. In my attic.”
Ginger thought about this. “But you live in the other side of town. I saw your house before.”
“My old house,” Mr. Keller said. “I lived here ages upon ages ago.” He sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Memories. They are a thorn in the ass.”
“Why?”
Mr. Keller swiftly turned to her. “What does it mean to you? It’s none of your businesses!”
“Sorry,” Ginger mumbled. “I was just asking.” She paused. “Are they bad?”
“Consider yourself luck, Miss Foutley,” he said; now facing the window. “That you do not know the true feeling of suffering. I’ve done everything in my power to keep you away from it. For now.”
“What are you talking about?” Ginger was beginning to feel nervous.
“It doesn’t matter. No one cares so it doesn’t matter,” Mr. Keller said, shaking his head.
Ginger slowly got up from her chair. “Tell me.” She took a couple of steps towards him. “I want to hear.”
“No you don’t, no one does.”
“I do. Please tell me, Mr. Keller. I want to know.”
He sighed again. “If it will please you.”
“This house,” he began, “is the reason I am what I am. This is the house I grew up with. Most kids when they are younger are afraid of monsters being under their bed. But I didn’t. I had to worry about the ones that were in the house. The only difference was, my monsters were real.”
“I never knew my father. He was dead or gone when I was one or two. The only adult I knew was my mother. She was the only one I had and vise versa for her. We didn’t have much money, but we were happy. Of course, that didn’t last long.”
“My life turned to night when I was six years old. I was out shopping with my mother and I had wandered away to find the toys. I had gotten lost in a crowd of people. I started to panic and run all over, looking for her. And then someone grabbed me. I didn’t know who he was, but I could tell by just looking at him that he wasn’t a good man. He smiled at me and asked me if I was looking for my mom. That’s when I started to cry. I hated him even then. I knew that he wanted to hurt me. I could tell by the look in his eyes.”
“But then my mother found us. She thanked him and they started to talk. Only six months after meeting, they decided they were in love and got married in some cheep ceremony. I was angry at my mother, but what ever made her happy was fine, I supposed.”
“So he moved in. That’s when it all started. He acted like he was a good dad, like he wanted to be one. He’d always want to play some kind of game; his favorite was the tickle monster game. I didn’t like them much, but it made my mom happy to see that I had a father figure and that made me happy too.”
“His games turned into abuse. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, he said. Every night he would come into my room while my mother was at work and we would play more “games”. That is what he liked to call them. It made them sounds more innocent from what he was really doing.”
“One day, I decided to tell my mother. I told her that Tyler and I had a secret. She asked me what it was. When I told her, she slapped me. She hit me really hard and told me I was a dirty liar and that I shouldn’t be thinking things like that. She said he would never do that and I was making the whole thing up. Then she left. She didn’t talk to me for a long time. I sat on the floor, crying. Then he came in and hugged me. I knew he didn’t really care that I was upset, but I really wanted to feel some sort of love now that I knew that my mother hated me.”
“Eventually, he could careless if Mother found out. I was pretty sure that she knew what he was doing by now. I recall her walking in on us once when he was raping me. She put the clothes back into the closet and left, like nothing was going on.”
“By the time I was fourteen, the abuse had grown. It happened almost everyday. But I was tired of it. I was tired of putting up with Tyler and Mother. So one night, I went into their room and I shot him in the head. The bastard deserved it for all he put me through. My mother lay there. She was still asleep or pretending she was. I killed her too. Two shots through the head. And then I went back to my room and shot myself in the arm. When the police came, I made up a story that someone had broke in to take money. I must have put on a good enough show, because they believed me.”
“I was put into foster care and shipped from house to house until I was eighteen. I went to college, became a teacher, and here we are now. I scared myself by what I had done. I didn’t regret it, but I never thought I would be able to kill anyone. So I locked up all the anger I still had left over. But, you know, you can’t keep anything locked away for too long. It will eventually get free.”
Ginger wasn’t sure what to say. “You know,” thought out loud. “I had a dream about something like that. About someone being lost.”
“See,” Mr. Keller said. “That is why I brought you here. You are my angel, my savior. You are the only one who can save me from this range that has taken over me.”
“Um.” Ginger was now officially creeped out. “Mr. Keller, what you are you talking about?”
“Elliot did not kill those people, I did. And I can’t stop, Ginger, I can’t stop. I’ve thought about, and there is only one way. I read it in a book. This man was trapped in his old life because something was holding him back. And then his angel came and liberated him. But he had to sacrifice something, something most important to him. He killed his angel and then they were both free. You see, Ginger, it is two-way deal. We both can be free. You won’t ever have to know sufferings like mine and I won’t be bound to this life.”
“Mr. Keller.” Ginger began to back away. “I don’t think you know what you are talking about.”
“You sure?” asked Gadbsy. “This dump?”
“Yup.”
“It’s so old it doesn’t look like it could have any phones in it.”
“This is it.”
A black car drove up next to the other cars. The door opened and Andrew Boyd stepped out. He walked over and joined the other policemen. “Hey,” he said. “What’s up with this place?"
“That Foutley girl’s missing. The last phone call was traced here.”
“You sure?”
“A neighbor said that he saw a young girl lurking around here later. He said she didn’t look to be up to good.”
“Who lives here?”
“No one. It’s been abandon for years.”
“I can see why,” Gadbsy said. Boyd nodded in agreement. “Who was the last to live in here?”
“I think it was Freda Keller.”
“Who’s she?”
“Was,” said Boyd. “She’s dead now, murdered in that house. Someone broke in, shot her and her husband while they slept. The guy shot the kid too, but the kid lived.”
“When was this?” asked Gadbsy.
“A long time ago. My uncle worked on the case. It was pretty brutal. No one has lived in there since.”
The silence to the chilly night fell over them. Gadbsy shivered. “So are we going in?”
“No, not quite yet,” answered Peney.
“Why?”
“We spotted two people in the building,” another officer said. “They’re in the attic.”
“Could you tell what they look like?”
“No, not really. One looked to be like an adult male. I couldn’t really tell with the other one. It was a girl, I think.”
“You positive?”
“Yeah.”
Peney and Boyd looked at each other. “What should we do? Should we go in?” asked Peney.
“What?” Ginger asked dumbly.
Mr. Keller walked over to a shelf where miscellaneous items were stacked upon it. “Now don’t you struggle.” He took down a roll of tape. “Well, not yet at least. Save that for when the real fun begins.”
Ginger stayed sitting the dust filled armchair. She could not move. She had become immobilized by fear of what was to come.
“This time I won’t have to worry about keeping them quiet. It doesn’t matter if I get caught now. Besides, they think it’s that Elliot. I can get away will all of those deaths. I will start new.”
“Don’t you think it’s not fair that you can start over, but the people you killed can’t?”
“No, not really. I could careless.”
“But-.” Ginger tried to come up with something to say. “But you said you loved me. Why would you want to hurt me?”
“I have to. If I hurt you now, you will never hurt again. So actually, I did them all a favor.”
“Why?” said Ginger, trying to stall him.
“Why what?”
“Why did you pick them?”
“It was their destiny.”
“But there has to be a reason why you killed them. You just don’t go around randomly killing people.”
“You want to know why?” Mr. Keller stood in place, right in front of the chair Ginger was sitting in. Slowly, she nodded. “Why? The reason is simple. If you looked, you would see why.”
“Look at what?”
“The clues, Ginger.” He walked away another part of the room. The pulled away some drapes to reveal that there was no window there. Instead there was a wall covered with pictures and newspaper clippings. In the middle of the collage was a list of names of the people who had fallen a victim to Cian Keller. “Come get a closer look,” he said, beckoning Ginger with a hand movement. Cautiously Ginger rose from the chair and began to walk towards her teacher. She thought it would be best for her safety if she did what he said for now.
She examined the names closely, look for any sort of clue. “I don’t see anything.”
Mr. Keller sighed. “That’s disappointing. Most people don’t. They never see anything besides the black and white version. I was hoping you wouldn’t be one of the people, Ginger. I hoped that you would look beyond the surface of something to see what it truly is. Take another look, from my point of view.” Mr. Keller traced his index finger down each of the names.
Nora Godwin
Edna Asheral
Emma Taylor
Diana Kesheral
Laura Foutley
Olivia Mill
Vianne Brooklyn
Eron Micus
“How can you not see it! How is it not that obvious to you!” He grabbed the back of Ginger’s head and harshly moved it closer to the words. “Look at the first initials! Look! I! N! E! E! D! L! O! V! E! Can’t you see that? Can’t you understand?” She was released from his grip
“I need love,” Ginger said softly. She turned her head towards him. “Is this why you did it? Is this why you killed them?”
“Didn’t I already fucking say that? Yes, of course you stupid bitch!”
He wasn’t talking as calm now, Ginger thought. Her time was running out. She would have to try to stall some more. “How did you plan this?” she asked. “How did you pick out those people?”
A glint shone through his eyes, as if feeling proud that someone wanted to know. “Isabella used to be one of his students. I’ve always hated that bitch. I only killed her to settle a grudge. She was just too smart for her own good. She was always trying to make herself look superior to me. Obviously she wasn’t since I’m not the one in the ground being eaten by worms.”
“You might have known Nora. She went to Luck High too. I’ve had a crush on her for some time. I began to have fantasies about her, so I decided to act on them. Her death was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill her then.”
“Edna I hardly new. She was just an acquaintance. I met her at a bar, we talked for a while, and I asked her out. She said no. I got mad, fallowed her to the parking lot, kidnapped her murdered her. She begged for mercy, but I turned her down.”
“That Taylor girl was an accident. She had seen me drop off Edna’s body. I had to do something, I couldn’t get caught. So I killed her too.” Mr. Keller’s expression had gone sad. “I didn’t really want to. She kept saying she was sorry. I wanted to let her go, but it was either her or me.”
“By the time it got to Diana, I knew there was no way I could stop this. I had to kill; it was my way of living. Kill, or die. Her case was more of just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Besides, nobody really cared about her. It wasn’t as big as blow to the school like when you die.”
“Well, you know Laura’s story. It’s kind of your fault. You didn’t listen and I killed her.”
“Olivia Mill was just a stupid horny whore who should have been careful with who she let in her house. Not only did her foolishness work out, so did her name. She wasn’t that fun to kill. She was still pretty drunk that the moment.”
“I juste hated Vivianne. She never did her work and tried to put all of her school troubles on me. Her retarded father would always call me, yelling about how I was going to pay if I don’t stop picking on his daughter. It would just make life easier if I killed her then. My phone bill went down quite a bit then too.”
“What about Eron?” Ginger broke in. “He was in only one of your classes. And you seemed to be fine with him.”
“The answer is simply, you,” said Mr. Keller. “He was bugging you. You wanted him to stop. Your boyfriend hardly did anything, so I took a step in and took care of it myself.”
“But why?” Her eyes were brimming with tears.
“I wanted you to be happy,” he said, as if it was an obvious answer. “I’d do anything to make you happy, Ginger. I’d take another person’s life. Their life is nothing compared to yours. And soon, I will have yours.” He took a step forward. Ginger began to walk backwards, back to where she was.
“Do you want to know how I am going to do it, Ginger?” he asked. “I have been planning this for so long. You see, I wanted it to be perfect. I wanted to enjoy seeing you breathe your last breaths. The other’s happened much too fast. I didn’t really get the change to fully watch them die. I have it all in here.” He tapped on his head. “First, I will get this tape over your mouth and have you strapped to the chair. Once you cannot move, I will clip your nose with a clothespin. Then you will not be able to breathe at all. Slowly, you will die and I will able to sit back and watch your last.”
“Do you know what is the best part?” he asked. Ginger shook her head no. “Hearing the death moan. It’s music to my ears, sheer Beethoven.” He pushed Ginger into the chair. “Now, shall we begin?”
“Freeze you bastard!” someone bellowed. The door to the attic was kicked down and people in black uniforms came rushing in. Their guns were pointed at Cian.
A great feeling of relief rushed over Ginger. She was now free!
Mr. Keller raised his hands up as a sign of surrender.
“You have the right to-,” Peney began to say, but Mr. Keller lunged forward and grabbed Ginger. She shrieked as he pulled her back to the opposite side of the room, near the window. He had pulled a handgun out of his pocket and was holding it up against the right temple of her head. “Do anything,” he said, “and I’ll kill her.” The officers froze, waiting for commands from Peney.
Mr. Keller looked at each of them. His eyes stopped at Boyd and a grin spread across his cracked lips. “Andrew Boyd,” he said in a cocky way. “I have something you may want.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I know,” he said. “That you are related to Eron Mikus. Now tell me, how was it when you found his body? Really, I would like to know. I never get to see the faces of others when my work is seen.” Boyd’s face froze in confusion. “Yes, that’s right. Elliot did not kill him, or any of them. He’s too stupid to. He lacks the creativity to do such things.”
“You-.”
“Yes, I. I was the one. You must feel real stupid now, knowing that you were blaming some kid all this time while the real killer was still free able to strike again. But I do have something for you.” Still holding Ginger, he walked over to the shelf. Using one hand to grab a pair of shoes and the other to held against Ginger’s throat, he took the shoes down and held them up to Boyd. “They’re his. He was wearing them when he died. Would you like them?" Boyd said nothing. “Would you like to hear the details?
“What?”
“The details on how he died.” The grin had morphed into a malicious one. He knew that he was getting to Andrew, he loved it. “I saw him walking around. He looked pretty bruised up, so I offered him a ride home. That kid was stupid enough to accept. You should never do that when a murder is about, but apparently he didn’t know that even though his uncle is a police officer.”
“I started driving to my house instead. He told me that we weren’t going the right way. I told him I knew that. That’s when he started to panic a little, but he seemed to calm down when I told him he could turn on the radio.”
“I stopped in the camping area of the woods. No one was there so I thought it was the perfect place to kill him. I forced him out of the car and made him stand there while I got something out of the trunk. I got some rope and a bat. I started hitting him in the legs to make sure that he couldn’t run away. I did get a bit to carried away with the bat, I shall admit.”
“When he could no longer stand, I kicked him to the ground and fucked that kid so hard that I’m surprised his brains didn’t come out.”
Boyd moved his finger to the trigger of his gun, ready to shoot. “You faggot,” he growled through his teeth.
Now it was the grin of a true mad man. He didn’t care who he hurt, as long as he got pleasure from it. “Eventually I got bored with my little sex toy and decided to get rid of it. So I killed the little bastard, like I originally planned to do. He was too die much sooner, but there was something different about him that made it so much more fun.”
“You sick bastard!” Boyd shouted. “I’m going to fucking shoot your head off now!”
“Do that,” Mr. Keller said in a calm tone, “and you risk killing her too. Not that I would mind.”
“Don’t do it,” Peney said to Boyd. “Just wait for the right moment.”
“I say the moment is now.”
“You don’t want to hurt the girl.”
Boyd mumbled something as a response.
Keller smirked. “Here are those shoes.” He tossed them to Boyd’s feet. “Even though they are lovely memory, I think you might want them back.”
Andrew looked at the shoes lying before him. “You mother fucking freak! You’re a work of the devil! God has no place for you!”
Mr. Keller’s face twisted into a strange expression. He looked as if to be in pain by what had been said about him. Ginger took notice to this and thought about what he had told her earlier. She remembered all of the things her teacher had said about his past. For some reason now, she felt sorry for him. He wanted attention, he wanted love. He wanted it from her. And this was the only way he thought he could get it. In some way, Ginger thought, this was more her fault then his. He was somewhat like a child causing mischief to get the attention he needed.
“Don’t say that to him!” she said. The officer’s looked shocked at her small outburst. “You don’t understand him! You don’t know anything about him! How dare you call him a freak!”
“Do you think he drugged her?” Gadbsy asked.
Mr. Keller’s far away look turned into a frown. “I’ve had it. I’ve had it with this all! It ends now!”
“No, stop!” Peney yelled, lunging towards them to save Ginger.
Mr. Keller put his finger on the trigger read to pull.
With Love,
CT
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