A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 16: Ashley's First Kill

(Author's Note: The picture on the side doesn't belong to me, but that's what the cop looks like in this chapter.)

I quickly shot up and was gasping for air. My chest was heaving up and down as I breathed and looked around to see where I was. Thankfully, I was in my room, in my bed. I let out a sigh of relief and laid back down with my eyes shut. I laid my arm over my eyes and thought about my dream. I couldn't believe this was the second nightmare I had this week. First it waS my dad and Uncle Freddy and now it's Uncle Pinhead. I remember I told my dad and Uncle Freddy about my nightmare with them in it, and they both thought it was because the fight that broke out between them before I fell asleep.
When I think about it, I was talking to Uncle Michael about Uncle Pinhead before I fell asleep. Maybe my dad and Uncle Freddy were right. Maybe the fight they had had caused me to have a nightmare since it happened before I fell asleep and maybe since Uncle Michael and I were talking about Uncle Pinhead before I went to sleep, maybe that was the reason why I had a nightmare with him in it. I sighed. It all made sense now.
I removed my arm from over my eyes and looked up at the ceiling. I realized that there was a little bit of light shining in my room. I looked over and out the window. The sun was coming up so it must of been six or seven O'clock in the morning. I let out a yawn and rolled over on my other side and got up. I slid out of bed, put my socks on and walked out. I stepped foot out in the hallway and looked around to see that all the doors were closed except for one. It was Uncle Pinhead's. I walked down slowly and peeked inside. I gasped in shock at how his room was decorated inside. His walls were black with a white floral design running across it. His bed was decorated in all black. What caught my eye thought was the machine that was on it. There were no pillows from what I seen. Just two machines. They both were shaped in a circular shape and had lights beaming off the sides. It was almost like an alien pillow, if that was even possible.
I moved away from his room and looked around to see if somebody saw me snooping. I quickly rushed to the stairs and walked down them. I walked into the kitchen and the first thing I grabbed for was a glass of water. I could still feel my heart pounding from the nightmare that I had. For some reason, I still couldn't get Uncle Pinhead's words from out my head. After I took a sip of my water, I thought of the dream and began to think that it felt so real. I could still feel the pain in my arm. It was just so weird how that happened.
I gulped down the rest of my water and put the glass in the sink. I didn't know what I was going to do while I waited for the others to wake up. The least I could do was try to eat something since I didn't eat that soup and French bread from last night. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and a box of cereal. I looked down at the cereal box and realized that I never had this brand before. It was Cookie Crisp. I opened it and poured the cereal mix in the bowl and then added the milk.
I ate breakfast in silence. As soon as I was finished eating, Uncle Michael walked into the kitchen. I didn't know he was up. In fact, I didn't really hear him come down the stairs. He walked past me and walked over to the counter top. He reached into the knife rack and pulled out the biggest one there was.
"Uncle Michael?" I questioned, feeling confused.
He didn't answer me. Instead, he just grabbed the knife, held it firmly in his hand and started walking off. He walked off slowly, taking his time as he walked over to the stairs. I was confused at his behavior and stood up from my seat and ran off to follow him. He was halfway up the stairs as I got to the first step. I walked behind him but was a few steps back just in case he went to try something. I followed him to the top and followed him towards his room. I wonder why he had the knife. Was there someone or something in his room? Uncle Michael came to a stop in his door way. He froze in place for a minute and turned his head back slowly to look at me.
I felt scared now. The look he was giving me sent shivers down my spine and I wondered if he was going to tell me to leave or use the knife to speak for him. Uncle Michael turned from me and then back to his room. He took a step in and walked to the other side of his room. I know it wasn't polite to walk in other people's rooms without permission, but I couldn't resist. I had to find out what he was going to do. I slowly walked in the room and looked over to see Uncle Michael walking to the window. He stopped and looked out. Then he slowly turned his head to me. I don't know why he wasn't speaking me, but then he raised his finger up and slowly wiggled it. He was motioning for me to come over. I slowly walked over and looked out the window as he pointed.
There sitting in the front yard up our drive way was a cop car. The red and blue lights were flashing on so I assume they must of just got here. I wondered if the reason why they came here was because of what happened back in the woods. They probably found all the dead bodies and thought that we must of done it which we did, but they couldn't know that.
"Uncle Michael?", I asked, looking up at him.
He looked down at me in response, but didn't say a word.
"Your not going to kill the cops are you?"
Uncle Michael just starred down at me and without a word, he turned on his heel and began to slowly walk to his closet. He had on his navy blue mechanic suit on, but I guess he was going to change into a white muscular shirt along with a pair of ripped blue jeans. He went into his bathroom an changed and walked out with the white shirt and jeans on. Surprisingly, he didn't have is mask on. His hair was brushed and flattened and from the smell of it, he smelt of BOD cologne that I use to smell back at the camp when my dad would kill teenage boys.
He threw his mechanic uniform on the floor and grabbed the knife. "Come on Ash, I don't want to wake the others."
I nodded my head and followed Uncle Michael out the door.
"What are you going to do?", I asked, pointing at the knife.
"To see what this cop wants. I don't want to disturb the others so hopefully, this cop would just do what he has to do and leave.", Uncle Michal replied.
I nodded and followed him down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to put the knife back and came back to answer the front door as soon as there was a knock on it. Before Uncle Michael opened the door, he whispered to me, "Whatever I say, just go along ok."
I nodded my head in agreement and watched as Uncle Michael opened the door.
A cop stood there at the door way. He wore his officer uniform with a gun plastered in a belt on his right hip along with handcuffs on the other side. He face was expressionless and he just starred at my Uncle and then me.
"Good morning folks.", the cop said in a southern accent.
"Good morning sir, can I help you with anything?", Uncle Michael replied coolly.
The cop scratched his chin and nodded. "I was wondering if you knew anything about the Hudson family far back in the woods? They live about a couple miles from here?"
Uncle Michael shook his head. "No sir. My family and I just moved here a couple days ago. We thought we were the only ones that lived back here in the northern woods."
The cop let out a chuckle and shook his head. "No sir, you weren't the only ones, but yes, the Hudson family was found slaughtered. A bloody massacre if you ask me and I was wondering if you or anyone in your family knew anything about it?"
Uncle Michael shook his head. "Like I said, my family and I just moved here."
"I see.", the cop nodded his head. Then he looked down at me and smiled a toothless smile. "Hey little lady.", the cop said to me.
I gave a shy smile and scooted closer to Uncle Michael. Uncle Michael wrapped his arm around me and let out a chuckle.  "I'm sorry; she's a little shy around strangers."
The cop nodded with a smile. "I see. Would it be ok if I can..."
I didn't know what the cop was talking about, but my Uncle seemed to know as he picked me up and pushed to the side to let the cop in. "No, please.", Uncle Michael smile.
The cop smiled and muttered a 'Thank you', before investigating around our house. I turned to Uncle Michael with a questioning look and whispered in his ear, "What about the others?"
Uncle Michael stood quiet for a minute and then shrug his shoulders. Uncle Michael carried me in his arms and walked over to the couch and sat me down. Uncle Michael took a seat next to me and we watched the cop as he circled around the room, scanning his eyes everywhere. I wondered what he possibly looking for, I mean, whatever it was, it couldn't be here. Not in our home.
"You have a lovely home here.", the cop told Uncle Michael.
Uncle Michael smiled with a nod. "Thank you sir, one of my brother's had bought it."
"Really? For how much?"
Uncle Michael shrug. "I'm not sure, he really didn't say."
The cop didn't reply. He was still circling around the room and picked up a few antiques that sat on the bookshelf in the far corner from the room.
Just then, I heard a door open and shut from the kitchen. I let out a small gasp and turned to Uncle Michael. Somebody was up, and whoever that somebody was, probably didn't know that we had company. Uncle Michael turned to me and gave me a slight nod to go off and get whoever was up. Before I could get up from my seat, a man walked into the room. He had brown silk hair brushed back to the sides of his head. He wore a army, looking hat along with a plain white t-shirt and camouflage pants. I smiled. Uncle Pinhead was back.
"I'm sorry to disturb, I just...", Uncle Pinhead began to say until he was cut off by the cop.
"Who are you sir?", the cop asked.
"That's my brother Elliot.", Uncle Michael cut in. "He's the one that bought the house."
"Elliot?", the cop questioned.
"Elliot Spencer.", Uncle Pinhead finished.
"Ah, Spencer. Elliot Spencer, that sounds so familiar.", the cop said with a cocked eyebrow.
"I use to be in the war. If you had friends who went to the war, they probably told you about me.", Uncle Pinhead smirked.
"I wouldn't recall, but Elliot Spencer sounds very familiar. I would like to say we probably met before, but if we have, I would of recalled your face.", the cop replied.
Uncle Pinhead nodded and walked over towards Uncle Michael and me. Uncle Pinhead picked me up from the couch and took a seat that I was in. He sat me on his lap and turned to the cop.
"So officer, is there any problem?", Uncle Pinhead said skipping to the next conversation.
The cop replaced the vase back on the shelf and turned to us. "Just like I told your brother there.", the cop said, pointing at Uncle Michael. "There's a family that lives a couple miles from here and they were all murdered. Do you know anything about that?"
I stood quiet throughout the whole time as Uncle Pinhead, Uncle Michael and the cop had discussed back and forth about the murder of the Hudson family.
"Look officer.", Uncle Michael sighed. "All I know is that my family and I didn't do it. Besides, I already told you that we all moved here a couple days ago. We're still settling in and getting use to living out here in the northern woods."
I knew Uncle Michael was growing impatient with the cop and wanted him out of here. I didn't blame him, I wanted the cop out of here too. As for Uncle Pinhead, he was just going with the flow and answering all the cop's questions that needed to be answered.
"Well.", the cop sighed. "I'm not accusing anybody...yet, but I find it kind of funny that after you guys move in, they end up dead.
I listened to carefully to what the cop said. I listened very intently. He said that he wasn't accusing anyone, but it's funny when he said that part, after we moved in, they ended up dead. Yeah, that sounded accusing enough. I was getting mad now and I could see Uncle Michael was too. I shifted myself in Uncle Pinhead's lap. I slowly slid myself off and went to walk out of the room. I walked out while I still heard the cop ramble on about the Hudson family murder. I walked into the kitchen, my anger boiling. I didn't know why I was getting upset since my family were the ones that killed the Hudson family. I guess it was because the Cop was trying to out-smart us or something I didn't know.
Just then, I heard a loud bang and saw one of the kitchen walls shake. The pictures that hung on that wall fell off and hit the floor. Then, I heard a scream. I got up from my chair and ran back into the living room. I looked over and saw the Cop knocked out on the floor. I saw Uncle Michael standing over him with a clenched fist. I smiled thinking that Uncle Michael couldn't hold his hanger anymore. I walked over to Uncle Michael's side and looked down at the cop. Blood was drizzling from his head and ran down his face. I giggled at the display and heard Uncle Pinhead walk from behind me.
"What do we do now?", I asked, looking up at my two uncles.
Uncle Pinhead who was still in his human form, turned to Uncle Michael and suggested that they we let Jeepers Creepers take care of the cop.
"At least he'll feed unlike he use too.", Uncle Pinhead said. "If we give him this man, Jeepers Creepers would be set for another three weeks without starving."
Uncle Michael nodded. "Sounds like a plan, but what do we do with the car?"
"We'll hide it somewhere, until then, no one will know what happened.", Uncle Pinhead replied.  "Ashley, search through his pockets and take anything that you think we might need and burn the rest. Michael, go and wake Jeepers Creepers up and tell him that there's a meal waiting for him."
Uncle Michael and I both nodded our heads in agreement. We did what we were ordered to do. I went through the cops pocket and pulled out his gun, handcuffs, wallet and a pair set of keys.
"Let me see those keys Ashley. Imma go get rid of the car.", Uncle Pinhead said.
I handed him the keys and watched as he disappeared out the room. I heard the front door open and then close. I went back to searching through the cop's pockets, but found nothing. I sighed and looked at the three objects I pulled out. The first one I reached for was his gun. I ran my fingers over it and held it firmly in my hand. I pointed it out in a position to make it look like I was about to shoot it. I smiled at the gun in my hand. I felt like I had power somehow just holding this gun. I put the gun back down and then picked up the wallet. I saw money sticking out of it as I opened it. There was five hundred dollar bills, a couple tens and three twenty's. A lot of money that this cop had. Then, something in the clear pocket had caught my eye. It was a picture of a little girl with long, blonde curly hair and blue eyes. She had the same round face as the cop and the same eyes. Then I began to wonder if this was his daughter.
I took the picture out of the pocket and flipped it over. There was a blue, cursive writing on it that read: 7 years olds.
The little girl in the picture was seven years old and I wonder if this really was his daughter. I let out a sigh and put the picture back in the wallet. Even though there was silence in the room, I didn't hear the cop awaken as he sat in front of me with the angriest look I ever seen. He snatched my wrist and yanked me toward him. I let out a yell and try yanking my arm, but this only caused his grip to tighten on me.
"Who the hell are you! And what the hell....", the cop didn't get to finish his sentence as I lifted my foot up and kicked him square in the jaw. He let me go suddenly and I let out a scream for help. I was hoping for Uncle Michael or Jeepers Creepers to come to my rescue, but I didn't hear no one. The cop grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him. I let out another scream and tried kicking and hitting the cop away, but that only made matters worse.
"Stop it kid!", the cop yelled in my face and crawled on top of me. He held my legs down with his and pinned my hands down above my head. I let out another scream and the cop removed one of his hands from mine to cover my mouth. With my one hand free, I hit the cop across the head and this caused him to let me go to clutch his head. I remember the weak spots that Uncle Freddy had showed me during the training and without thinking, I kicked the cop between the legs. He let out a yelp and clutched his crotch with his hands. He fell to the floor and this gave me some time to grab the closest weapon I could get: the gun.
I snatched the gun up in my hands and aimed it at the cop. Tears were forming in my eyes and my heart was pounding hard in my chest. I didn't know what I was thinking, but before I realized what I done, the gun sounded off and the cop laid helplessly on the floor. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. He was dead.