A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 24: Ashley Goes Mad

It was around seven O' clock and the three of us were on our way back home. I sat in the back, just starring out the window looking at the street lights that we rode past by. I couldn't help, but think about my dad's and Mary's honeymoon. That still bothered me a little and I couldn't help, but wonder how long they were gonna be gone. I didn't like the thought of my dad going away for a week; I wish there was some way he could stay and not go on that stupid honeymoon.
I pressed my head against the cold, glass of the window. I let out a sigh and started to hear music. I realized it was the radio and recognized the song. It was "Catch My Breath", by Kelly Clarkson. I smiled.
"Can you turn up the radio please?", I asked breaking the silence.
I saw my dad look back over his shoulder and then reached his hand up and turned the volume knob. Kelly Clarkson's song, "Catch My Breath", was playing. It just began to play and I started to sing along.
I don't wanna be left behind
Distance was a friend of mine
Catching breath in a web of lies
I've spent most of my life
Riding waves, playing acrobat
Shadowboxing the other half
Learning how to react
I've Spent most of my time

Catching my breath, letting it go, turning my cheek for the sake of the show
Now that you know, this is my life, I won't be told it's supposed to be right
Catch my breath, no one can hold me back, I ain't got time for that
Catch my breath, won't let them get me down, it's all so simple now

"Ashley?", I heard Mary ask. She turned down the volume of the music so now it was just complete silence.
I cast my eyes up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Next week, would you like to go shopping with me and help me pick out some clothes for my honeymoon?", Mary smiled.
I felt anger rose in me as she plastered that stupid, sinister grin on her face. I was so ready to slap her face straight, but I knew I had to contain myself.
"I have to see.", I said.
She gave me questioning look, but understood and turned back around in her seat.
"Turn the music back up.", I said. "Please."
Mary looked back at me and said, "Were almost home hun."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't care."
Mary heard the strictness in my voice and turned to look at my father for backup. I saw my dad look at her and then look back at me through the mirror.
"We're almost home Ash; just another couple minutes.", my dad said.
I felt my anger boil, but all I did was sigh and slump in my seat. I hated the fact that whatever Mary said, my dad just went along with it. I couldn't stand that, but I was going to let it slide this time.
Suddenly, I felt the van come to a stop and I looked up and saw that we were parked in the garage. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Finally.", I whispered to myself. I slid open the door and stepped out.
"Did you have fun Ash?", my dad asked, stepping out also.
I nodded. "It was alright." I started walking off and then whispered to myself, "Could of been better."
Hopefully my dad or Mary didn't hear me. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Mary was walking over to my dad and embraced him in a hug. I rolled my eyes at her and started walking up towards the little steps that led towards the garage door. I opened the door and walked inside the house. I was in the laundry room. I looked around and saw many piles of clothes scattered of the floor and thought to myself that it was Glen's turn this week to do the laundry, but he never does it anyway; Aunt Tiffany always filled in for him.
I walked out of the laundry room and stepped in the kitchen. There was no one in the kitchen either. I wondered where the family was until I heard laughter coming from the living room. I walked down the hall and peeked my head into the doorway of the room. I smiled as I saw Glen, Uncle Leatherface and Uncle Mikey sitting on the floor with the XBOX controllers in their hands. They were playing a race car game from the looks of the screen.
"Hey guys.", I smiled, walking in the room.
All eyes cast to me.
"Hey sweetie, did you have fun?", I heard Aunt Esther ask.
I looked over to her. She was sitting on the recliner with her feet propped up on the bench. I shrugged my shoulders in response. "It was alright."
"That's good.", she smiled at me.
"Hey Ash, wanna play with us?", I heard Glen ask.
I looked over to him and then looked at the game. I shook my head. "No thanks.", I smiled. "I think I'll just watch you guys."
I walked over to the couch where Uncle Michael was sitting and took a seat next to him. Uncle Michael had his eyes glued on the screen of the TV as he worked the control in his hands Every now and then, he would shift back and forth in his seat when he controlled his car left to right. I giggled as he did that. Uncle Michael was really into the game.
"So what did you, your dad and step mom do Ashley?", I heard Uncle Michael ask.
I cringed at the word 'step mom'.
"Walk around.", I said in response. "And eat."
"Awh.", Uncle Michael sighed. "Do you like Mary? I finally realized today that this was your first time actually going out and spending time with her, and not to mention your dad."
I rolled my eyes at the question. "Eh, she's alright."
With that said, Uncle Michael shifted his eyes to me and raised his eyebrow. "You don't like her do you?"
I let out a sigh, not really knowing how to say this. I didn't know how to explain my real feelings about Mary. All I knew was that I couldn't stand her and she gets on my nerves and now, what's worse is that whenever things don't go her way, she uses my dad for backup. I could just slit her throat if I could, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.
"Ash?", Uncle Michael asked, waiting for my answer.
I let out another sigh and without a word, I stood up from the couch and walked out of the room. I felt all eyes on me, but I didn't care. The thought of my dad leaving again had came to mind. Then suddenly, my eyes burned from the tears that were about to flow. I held back a sob and suddenly found myself walking in the kitchen, walking over towards the knife rack. I picked up the biggest one and grasped it in my hand. I scanned over it and ran my fingers over the edge of the blade. I smiled to myself. Perfectly sharp.  
Without a word, I turned on my heel and walk over towards the back door. I opened it and stepped out. Closing the door softly behind me so nobody wouldn't hear, I walked down the patio steps and out on to the yard. I held the knife firmly in my hand as I started making my way to the woods. I didn't know what I was doing, nor did I know where I was going, I just continued walking and walking. It felt like my body had a mind of it's own. My body knew where it wanted to go and where it wanted to take me. It wouldn't be too long though before I reached my destination, it wouldn't be too long.

Maybe it's been an hour now or maybe two hours, I didn't know, but I was finally here. I stood on top of a rock and looked before the two story house that stood before me. I saw lights on in the house and I heard loud music playing. The music was banging so loud it sounded like it was going to break the walls down.
Suddenly, I saw two black figures move in the window on the second floor. It looked like a male and a female and they looked like they were embracing each other as I saw the two black figures become one. I bit my lip and felt myself jumping off the rock and walking towards the house. The house was owned by an elder couple that lived a couple miles from here. They lived closed to the highway so I hardly ever seen them unless they came down here with some other people who wanted to rent the house. Seems to me, a bunch of teens around my age, if not older, had rented the house for a week.
How did I know they were teens? I can smell the intoxicating alcoholic stench and the smoke of a cigarette. I saw burnt cigarette butts scrunched on the ground along with a trash can fill of beer cans, and alcohol bottles. I smirked at the thought of them all wasted and me taking advantage of them when I had the chance. My second thought was instead of killing them all one by one, why not make it quick and burn the whole damn house down? That would be easy and watch them all burn to ash, but that would be just too easy. I need something challenging, I want something challenging. I want something that would at least let me take all anger out. I want someone....I want someone to suffer as much as I.
I was now on the porch, scanning through the windows, at least trying to anyway. I smiled in surprise as I saw one window that was open. I walked over to it and stood to the side of the wall. I peeked my head and saw something that really sickened me. A couple was embracing each other in a sinister act. They were on the couch, rubbing against each other and letting out cries of pleasure. I rolled my eyes at the scene and then saw a man in what looked like the kitchen, gulping down a shot. I thought of a plan, trying to figure out how I was going to make my kill. I thought about getting rid of the one guy first; the one that was in the kitchen. Only problem was, how was I going to get him out and how exactly was I going to get in to start my job?
Suddenly, I was standing in front of the door. I knocked on the door three times. I heard the cries of pleasure stop, then I heard mumbles and groans. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I quickly tucked the knife under my dress, in the side of my panties; I hoped to Hell it stayed there.
Suddenly, the door flew open and the guy from the kitchen appeared. He had messy brown hair, with an angelic face and dark brown eyes that matched his hair. He was shirtless and he wore a pair of cargo pants with a pair of Nikes.
"Can I help you babe?", he slurred.
I made a disgusted face as I caught a whiff of his alcoholic breath. I couldn't stand that smell.
"Yeah, um, my car broke down about a quarter mile from here and I saw that you were close by.", I lied. "I need a phone and I was wondering if I could use yours."
The man's eyes were twitching and his eyes were straining as they tried to focus on me through the dark. I smiled in satisfaction, thinking to myself that the alcohol was finally taking over him. Great.
"Sure baby.", the dude pushed himself by the door to let me in. "Come on in, make yourself at home."
I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. I saw the couples on the couch. The girl who was still nude, was wrapped up in a blanket mumbling cuss words under her breath. The man who she was "messing around" with, was putting on a pair of ripped jean shorts. He looked at me and gave me a confused look. The girl on the other hand was giving me a mean look, like I really give a shit.
"The phone is right over there babe.", the boy slurred. He shut the door behind me and then pointed over in the direction where the phone was.
I thanked him and walked off. I gave a small wave and said a small hi to the couple.
"Who the hell is that?", I heard the girl snapped.
I walked over towards the kitchen and picked up the phone off the wall. I dialed the first three didgets. Nine-one-one.
I looked over my shoulder to see the couple getting up off the couch and walking over towards the stairs. They disappeared. I pressed the phone to my ear and waited for a response.
"Nine one, what's your emergency?", I heard a lady call from the other end.
I smirked. "Ma'am, there's been a murder at the old Clerk's house in the North Woods. Please send someone right away."
I sounded so calm and sincere when I said that, I didn't know if the lady believed me or not.
"Ok ma'am.", the lady on the other end said. "We'll send someone over to investigate shortly. Just stay calm, we're on our way."
I smirked and hanged up the phone. Plan A as complete. Now, to start on Plan B. I slowly spun around and before I realized it, the man that answered the door stood in front of me. I gasped and stepped back.
"Ha ha, what's the matter baby? Afraid that Imma bite?", he slurred.
He raised the liquor bottle in his hand and brought it to his mouth. He took a giant gulp of it and then dropped the bottle. The bottle crashed to the floor causing me to jump. The man chuckled and then started backing me up towards the wall. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. What was he going to do? Was he going to make a move on me? If he was, he was going to pay for that.
"You know what would look good on you?", the man asked. He then lifted his hand up and stroked my face. I gasped at his touch, but stood still. No man has ever laid a hand on me like this before. Nor have I done anything like this before all by myself.
"What?", I asked, trying to play along.
"Me.", the man responded. Suddenly his hand moved down from my face and onto my hip. He gripped it and pushed me towards him. Our bodies were smashed against each other and his hands started to rub my body. I held back a moan, as I began to think it started to feel good. I never been touched like this before. I know it was wrong, but it felt so wonderful...so much pleasures.
I quickly snapped out of my thoughts as the thought about my dad erupted my mind. I froze and pushed myself away from the man. I couldn't believe I just done that. I couldn't believe I let that man touch me! If my dad found out about this, not only would it be hell for the teenagers, but it'll be hell for me also.
Then the thought of my dad leaving me to be with Mary came to my mind. I felt my blood boil and anger rose inside of me. If my dad was leaving me for a week, I was going to do something that would make him think twice before making that choice.
"Come on babe, don't be playing hard to get now.", the man slurred. He rewrapped is arms around me. I removed one of his arm from the spot that I had the knife tucked. I pushed him away and quickly pulled out the knife from under my dress. I aimed it at him.
"You know what would look good on you? One word pretty boy.", I breathed. "Blood."
Before the man can respond, I stabbed him in the chest. I dug the knife deep inside him and twisted it to make sure I completely damaged whatever organ functioned inside. He let out a scream and just before he could make another, I quickly yanked the knife out and stabbed him in the neck. I stabbed in the one special spot where I knew his voice box would be. Smart, little me.
The man chocked and spat out blood, then fell helplessly to the floor. I smiled grimly in satisfaction. One dead, only four more to go. I yanked my knife back out and held it firmly in my hands. I was now making my way up the stairs. I was looking for the first couple I saw from earlier. Suddenly, I spotted them in a spare room, on the bed finishing their sinister act. I growled softly to myself and slowly, without hesitation, made my way inside the room. They didn't seem to notice my presence, but that's ok; I love sneak attacks.
Five minutes later, after the screams were heard through the house, the other couple, who I know where the last ones alive, rushed inside the room I was in. I saw the shocked and scared faces they gave me as I held up the girl's head in my hand. Her lifeless body laid underneath me. Her mate was on the floor, neck broke and all.
"Oh my god!", the girl screamed at me.
"Run! run!", the man said to her.
They both scattered and all I did was sigh. Why did people always do that? Why would they run if they knew they were gonna die anyway? That was one thing I didn't understand about the "murdering business". Why can't they just be smart and just take the kill instead of running off. Running was just going to cause them a suffering, eternal death.
I dropped the head that belonged to the girl, and slowly grabbed my knife and made my way out the room. My dress was soak, dripping-wet from the blood that gushed out of the teen's body' as I slashed them open. I wonder how much was going to ooze out when I got my hands on the other two teens.
I walked down the stairs and heard screams coming from outside the door. As I reached the bottom step, I saw the front door open and saw the couple already half way down the yard. They were both heading towards the woods. I shook my head in disgust at how stupid they were. The wood's was never the perfect place to run to when escaping a murderer.
"HELP!", the couple both screamed in agony.
I walked out the house and instead of heading in the direction that they were heading, I took the short cut. I knew these woods better than any other human being that lived around here. I knew where the trails and short cuts were. I knew where the hide outs were and I also knew where the traps were. The traps belonged to my dad. They were the same bear traps he used back at Camp Crystal Lake.
I was making my way around the base line and walked up the bank that led South West. I knew that's where the teens were heading because I could still hear their screams. I wasn't too far behind them, but I didn't' want to be too close because then I wouldn't get my kill.
Suddenly, the screaming stopped. I came to a stopping point and looked around. The night air was cool and the sound of crickets and owls was heard. I thought to myself that the teens must of had came to a stop to either rest or hide. Ha ha, bad idea again.
I slowly and softly continued walking. I was walking along the dark shadows of the trees, making sure my shadow, including myself, wasn't seen or heard. Then suddenly, I heard breathing. I stopped and stood still. I pressed my back against the trunk of the tree and listened. The breathing was getting louder and louder and it sounded like some one was gasping for air. Then, that was when I realized the breathing was right beside me.
The breathing came from one of the teens. I couldn't tell or see which one it was because I didn't want them to know that I was here. I held the knife tightly and then, I jumped out from the tree and saw who the victim was; it was the girl. She saw me and went to let out a scream until I stabbed her. I stabbed her in the stomach area. Again, I twisted and turned the knife around inside her. She let out a groan of pain and then slowly, slid to the ground with her back pressed up against the tree. I smirked. I pulled the knife out and saw pieces of intestines mixed in with the blood. My smirk grew wider.
"Ah!", I heard a scream.
I quickly spun around in the direction where the scream came from. It was that boy, screaming in pain, but why? I quickly ran off towards the direction where the scream came from. I came to a stop as I saw the boy crying and groaning. His foot was caught in my dad's bear trap. I smiled. The boy looked up at me with teary eyes and began to beg for me to help him and not hurt him. Sure, I was going to help him, but that didn't mean that I was going to hurt him.
"Plea-please don't hurt- hurt me.", he stuttered.
I rolled my eyes at his pathetic sympathy and then leaned down and opened the claw. The boy pulled his foot out slowly. Once it was out of view, I quickly let go of the trap and it snapped shut.
I stood up finally and looked down at the boy who was gripping his foot. Tears were streaming down his face and he began to plead again. I didn't to hear it. I didn't want to hear no more. I knew my knife wasn't going to shut him up like it did the others, but I knew what will. I tucked the knife back in the side of my panties and pulled my dress back down to it's position. I picked up my dad's trap and with all my strength, I pulled it open. The boy knew what I was going to do and tried to stand up and make a run for it, but it was no use. I walked over slowly towards him and placed the trap over his head.
I smiled down at him, a grimly smile. "Thanks to you and your friends, I now feel better."
With that said, I quickly let the trap go and the trap fell down and snapped shut over the man's head. I smirked.
I expected to hear at least a little sound from him, but nothing came out. Only response I got was the blood. Suddenly, the boy's lifeless body fell to the ground and all I did was smiled in victory. I then thought to myself that killing was one easy way to take my anger out.
"Well.", I sighed to myself. I then smiled. "That wasn't so bad. Now I feel all better."