Page 15 of Trick or Treat
"I'll be right back. I need to piss. Why don't you make yourself comfy and put on one of our shows?" he suggests, his brows wiggling in a playful manner for the first time in a while.
I smile at him as I take my jacket off, draping it over the back of the couch. "Sounds good. Let me run to my room and throw on my pajamas then. Can't be more comfortable than that." I finally get him to laugh, and his eyes light up, giving me a glimpse of the old River—the one I have been missing so much.
When I enter my room and turn on the light, I hear the bathroom door close and feel a chill spread across my bones as a breeze enters through the window I left open. I quickly change out of my clothes and into my pajamas, and am about to return to the living room when I notice something strange.
AsI approach the window, I see what appear to be blood smears on the ledge, even though I know they weren’t there when I left. I shiver and scan the area of my room, paying close attention to the bloody markings that form the word ‘boo’.
I try to comprehend what I’m seeing as I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming. When I look more closely, I see an arrow that has been drawn in the same dark, crimson substance. I then follow the arrow with my eyes and discover that it leads to my bed. I swallow hard and slowly as I approach my bed, noticing smears of blood on my pillowcase. My hands shake as sweat seeps profusely from every pore in my body, making me feel like I'm about to pass out from the horror my mind is going through.
This is just a dream, right? It's not real. That's not blood on my windowsill. This isn't blood on my pillowcase.
My entire body trembles even harder as I grip the hem of the pillowcase and tug it, carefully lifting it up to see if there's anything underneath it. I back away quickly and drop the pillow to the floor. A scream rips from my throat that I don't even bother to try and muffle this time. River comes running in, a panicked look on his face as he barges into my bedroom, running over to me.
He looks to where I'm pointing, and his face pales, falling as he backs away slowly, fear crippling him as it did me. "What the fuck is that, Scar?"
"I…I don't know, River... It looks like someone's finger."
Saint
As we maneuver through the crowd, strobe lights flash in my eyes. The bass is pounding hard and resonating through our bodies, sending tingles to the tips of my fingers. After a long day, I scan the sea of people, obliterated and free, just trying to find someone to play with tonight. The smell of sex and death is overpowering as I breathe in, taking advantage of all the bodies in front of me but only wanting one in particular—Scarlett.
Even thinking about touching her makes my hands itch, and I’ve been wonderingconstantlyhow my sinful touch would feel on her innocent skin; when good and evil collide, so to speak. It'll be delightful, I can tell you that.
The four of us make our way to the bar while navigating the club, stopping occasionally to chat with a few girls who are fortunate enough to catch our attention—fortunately for us, not so much for them.
While Blade and I take a seat at the bar and concentrate on the booze in our glasses, Riley finds a girl first and tricks her into getting a drink with him. Nixon is probably around here somewhere, looking for a small piece of ass to bring back and play the game with us. We keep things low-key by limiting our number to two.
With Scarlett heavy on my mind and her black silk thong shoved into my pocket, I don't even bother looking for a girl to fuck around with tonight.Why bother?Pussy is pussy after a while. They all fuck the same, just as all bodies bleed the same. Don’t ask me why, but I have a feeling Scarlett is unique, and her pussy is going to be something special.
"What's on your mind, Sil?" Blade tosses a shot back, hissing through the burn as it coats his throat.
"Nothing, just ready to play." My eyes stay locked on Riley and Nixon as they talk up their girls, trying to convince them to leave the club to come and party with us.
"Give it time, brother. They're working their magic." He smiles, showing off the smile all the girls drop their panties for, making his dimples pop against his caramel complexion.
My thoughts wander back to Scarlett and the gift I put under her pillow as the music rumbles through the club and the bass vibrates through me. When she realizes who did it and whose fingers they are, she’ll hate me, but she’ll get over it. After all, she can’t be mad at me if she’s dead, can she? Forgiveness is a bitch, and if she doesn’t bestow it on me before I slaughter her lovely soul, it’s not like I’ll fucking cry about it.
The girls stumble as they make their way back to the cemetery, clinging to Nixon and Riley for dear life, their laughter coming out garbled from the countless shots they downed before we left.
"You ready to play a little game, ladies?" Riley asks, a sinister grin curling on his lips as he licks them, eyeing his choice up and down like she's his prey, which she is.
"What are we playing?" one of them asks, almost faceplanting, tripping over a twig purposely placed in her way.
"You'll see…for now…run,"Nixon speaks as the four of us disperse into the shadows, leaving the girls frozen in terror and unsure of what to do, despite the fact that we had told them to run.
We hide in the shadows and watch them, our masks going over our faces, bringing us into character as we get ready for the moment we've been waiting for all night. Eventually they run, trying to stay together, but somewhere in the dead of night—in the pitch black—the girls separate, each going in different directions. We follow both of them, each girl running into a different trap set up around the graveyard, anticipation coursing through me as I lurk in the darkness, waiting for the right time to pop out.
When the blonde runs through the path near me and Nixon, her leg gets caught in the bear trap, and the contraption yanks her upside down. Her scream echoes through the night as she swings, hanging by her ankle. Nixon and I emerge from our hiding spot, masks on, bat in his hand,knife in mine, circling her as she thrashes frantically upside down, trying to free her ankle from the trap while her blonde hair brushes against the dirt and leaves. The blood in my veins is frozen, but I've never felt more alive. Nixon steps up to her, his pants already hanging down to his ankles, as the girl cries, begging to be set free.
He cups her cheek, thumbing her lips, doing his best to get her to relax. "Shhh, it's just a little game."
"It doesn't feel like a game," she whines, tears pricking her eyes as she looks frantic at the masks covering our faces.
"But it is, you'll see. Open your mouth like a good girl for me," he says, guiding his cock to her trembling lips.
She opens and takes him inside, still hanging upside down from the tree by her ankle, nothing but eerily silent around her, leading me to believe that Riley and Blade have already caught their prey.
Nixon tosses me the bat, and I circle them, dragging it around in the dirt, patiently waiting for my turn to annihilate her. Still, I can't get Scarlett off my mind, wondering if she's found the surprise I left her yet. In the midst of my thoughts, a piercing scream pulls me from them, and I flick my eyes to the girl hanging in front of us, her platinum blonde hair now streaked with bright red.