Act 2 | Chapter 12

I needed to come up with a backup plan. Something that I can use to get away with killing Hannah, without raising suspicion. Not quite sure how though. "I can't kill her in the county limits so I would have to somehow find a way." I'm not saying that I'm going to kill her, but a plan to do so would be a good idea to have in case I ever have too. I'm not taking any risks. Once Riley dropped me off back home, I went up to my room and started planning. "I could just bury her as I did with Maria, but I would need to find a place that isn't as hard to dig a hole. How would I kill her though? I guess I can cross that bridge when I get there."

Miss Blackmar told me about an old warehouse deep in the forest, so I started my look there. It took some time, but using Google Maps I was able to find what she was talking about. It was this giant building in the middle of an open clearing. When Miss Blackmar said it was far, she wasn't kidding. The old factory had a dirt road that went on for about five miles outside the county line. It looked to be on old storage facility with two floors. It was hard to make out just what exactly else was there from the bird's eye image so I would have to go and see for myself. "Am I actually thinking about killing her. Maria was a bad person and deserved to die, but Hannah wasn't as bad, though she has helped Maria several times in harassing me. That, and she could end up getting me caught. No. She has to go eventually. Just not yet."

I took a glance out the window and saw that it was still light outside. "If I'm quick enough, I can scout the place out." My backpack was soon emptied and filled with one of my dad's flashlights, as well as a portable charger and a notepad. I made sure to put on my winter coat, as well as some jeans and a beanie before leaving my house. The warehouse was pretty far, so I had to take a bus to get to the city limit. Thankfully, it wasn't as chilly I was thinking the day was going to be. I'll save you the details on the long walk, but eventually, I reached the factory. It was only about five in the afternoon, so it was going to get dark out soon, and the weather would get chilly er, so I was limited on daylight. When I first reached the warehouse, I was met with a brick wall surrounding the perimeter. Vegetation had grown over it, with snow serving as an icy layer over the dead looking greens. An old barbed wire ran along the top of the wall, meaning that I couldn't exactly climb over. There wasn't even any way for me to climb up anyways. Thankfully, There was a chain-link gate at the front. To my surprise, it was undone and swung open pretty easily.

The warehouse on the other side of the wall looked to be in bad shape. It was made from beige bricks, with a couple of steel beams around the exterior of the walls. The floor above it looked to be made of steel, and glass. Several windows were either opened or shattered. Glass was probably all over the ground, so I was glad I brought my boots. Scattered around, where several wood pallets. They were stacked in piles, with some knocked over, and a few still standing. A large snow pile of junk was near the entrance, that looked big enough to use to climb over the barbed wire. A couple of small dead trees were scattered around, with a large red and white smoke tower near the far back of the area. "This place looks isolated. It can work. Just need to see what's inside."

The dirt road led to a small parking lot with one or two old crashed cars. Their wheels were completely gone, and they were held up by bricks. Nearby, there was an arched entranceway, that I assumed was for trucks to use when delivering heavier things into the warehouse. I took a glance inside and saw just how dark it was I couldn't see a single thing. The flashlight I brought certainly helped with that.

Just like on the outside, old steel, and broken wood pallets were spread out along the ground. There was even some graffiti on the interior walls. "People have been here?" Judging by the paint though, it had been ages. A little further on and I found the loading area. A small place with a platform raised just high enough for trucks to back into and products to be easily wheeled out. Past that was an opened garage door, which led to the main part of the building. It dawned on me then and there just what this place was. The first floor was made up of several old and worn out conveyor belts, some stretching up to the second floor and looping around. Pipes ran across the ceiling and floor. Just above the main area was a window leading to what looked like an overseers office, but it was hard to tell. Dozens of hooks were hanging from the ceiling, each one attached to a belt, allowing them to be pushed and moved around freely. Just by looking in this first room, I knew what this place really was. It wasn't a warehouse, it was a meatpacking plant.

"Holy shit," I whispered, glancing around at the decaying building. There was an odd smell that came from this place, and I can't describe just what it was, but it was bad. Really bad. I walked along with the deactivated converter belts and looked around. There were designated stations for cutting up meat, wrapping it up, ext. The meat hooks above could be easily pushed and dragged. They were held up by long and old rusted chains. I couldn't help but grin, looking at the meat hook, and thinking of the one horror film about a family of cannibals. There was a sense of adventure that I felt. This new place had a feeling of discomfort and loneliness. Not too far from where I was, was a workbench.

A little further in, was where they kept the livestock. Rows, and Rows of Cowpens, with hay covering the floor. It smelled even worse in here. It was all empty though, not a single animal was left in here, probably for the better though. The last place here that really got my attention was the slaughter room. It was right next to where the animals were kept, and it consisted of a long hallway, with several rows of hanging meat hooks. A long table was laid out in the middle, with dried blood branching it, and the floor.

"This place will work. I could kill her here." Just hanging off the wall, was a meat cleaver. It caught my eye, and I couldn't help but pick it up. The handle still felt sturdy, and I couldn't help but smirk. It was old. Very old. Dull too. This wasn't a good weapon to kill someone with, not unless it was sharp and you knew what you were doing with it.

"I don't have to kill her." I said quietly, "As long as she doesn't do something stupid." A feeling builds up inside me, and I had to hold it back. I wanted to kill her, I really did. I want to see her bleed and scream, just like Maria.