Chapter 4 - The Unspeakable

Fifth Chapter
All five of us now stood around the body. I had gotten over the smell of the rotting flesh and was now finding this sight intriguing.
Wheres all the blood? Meg asked.
There was no pool of blood around the lifeless body. The only blood present was around his neck and down the front of his shirt.
He wasnt killed here, I said.
The sun had set and the only light we had was cast from the moon. It was a morbid picture, the way the moon shown across the body. The guy looked ghostly. His eyes were now so pale, each almost completely white.
Well, what are we going to do? Just leave him here to rot more? I asked.
I say we do! Ashton demanded.
Hes our friend. He deserves a grave, Chris said.
Wait! Shh! Candace put her index finger to her lips. Do you guys hear that?
We all froze in our stances and listened carefully. Then, there were red and blue flashing lights.
Cops! we all exclaimed at once.
There was the sound of a door being slammed shut and crunching gravel.
Im outta here! Ashton yelled. Ashton, Meg and Candace ran to the back door without hesitation.
Come on Michelle! Chris tugged on my arm. But, I couldnt move. All I could do was stare at the bright light shining in my face.
The officer was getting closer and closer, and all I could do was stand over the dead body.
Id heard the expression Dear caught in the headlights and I was living that moment. I knew the second the officer saw me over the body, itd be to the jail house for me. But, no matter how much I yearned to move, my legs would be stubborn. My body was turning on me. The only thing I could sense was Christophers fear and anger as he gripped my arm tightly.
Im sorry, I whispered to him.
He stopped his vigorous shaking and stared at me.
Before he could reply, the officer was standing in front of us. He had his flashlight pointed on my cold expressionless face and Christophers scared, confused one.
The officer had his lips pursed, his eyes wide with disbelief. But, then he just chuckled and said in an arrogant manor, Looks like Ill be getting that promotion after all!
I didnt blink or change my face. I felt Chris loosen his fingers and straighten up more while he took a long hard gulp. Dont tell me a girl like you did this?
I said nothing but, lifted my chin, trying to show pride and content, not fear. I promised Chris that Id help them. This was just part of the job of being the hero Id always wanted to be.
Alright, the officer said as he pulled out handcuffs, youre coming with me.
No, wait sir! Dont take her, Chris pleaded. He was now standing straight, towering over the stocky cop.
Boy, you better be glad I aint takin you in either for bein on private property. Shes got nothing to do with this!
Christopher stepped in front of me to protect me from the stubborn officer.
Back off kid!
I had no chance to react before Christopher pushed me into the far corner of the room and tackled the cop. He had him pinned to the floor for a split second but, then he lost his footing. The cop took the advantage and pulled Chris hands behind his head and threw him roughly against the wall opposite of me. Chris grunted and squirmed, trying to free his hands.
You messed with the wrong cop kid!
At that moment, I observed the room for something& anything! Then I saw it. There was a pile of old two-by-fours, each with a rusty nail sticking out at both ends of the board. I cautiously picked one up,
trying to avoid the nails.
From this day forward, youll remember Terri Parker Newman, the cop who-
I didnt let him rant on. I swung the nail right through his scalp. He collapsed to the floor, right beside the first victim.
The adrenalin was rushing, the excitement and intensity building in the atmosphere.
Michelle! Dont! I heard Chris yell.
I ignored him and just watched the officers eyes roll lazily back into his cranium.
I wasnt thinking. I just loved this feeling of power and evil I didnt even know existed within me.
I kneeled down to the officers side, a smirk on my lips and my eyes squinted to small slits. I grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifting his face closer to mine. He gurgled and spit up blood. The red liquid dripped from his chin and onto my hand that held tightly to his shirt. But, I didnt care. I just listened closely to the sound of death coming from the back of his throat.
No, no, youve got it all wrong. From this night forward, echoing through your ears in death will be the name& I pulled him closer and in a deep, very unfamiliar voice, I whispered, & Michelle Alice Adams.
I dropped him to the floor. And with one final swing, I ended a mans life. So effortlessly and carelessly&

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