Act 2 | Chapter 14

Riley dropped me off at home that day and drove off. She wanted to take the car into the dealers as quickly as possible. So I wished her luck and watched her leave. I frowned and turned to walk into my house. Like before, I started emptying my trunk of all my art supplies and started filling it up with everything I needed. Flashlight, another kitchen knife, my father's shovel, and everything else I needed. This time, I covered it all with a blanket and got dressed. I put on my all black hoodie and jeans before putting my winter coat on. Just as I started to push my trunk out, it bumped into something and got it caught between it and the doorway. I had to peak over and was able to see that it was my empty red paint can. I stared at it for a while before wedging it from between my trunk and the door. "You know what, I could use some new paint." I opened the trunk and tossed the paint can in, along with a large pale bucket before locking it again.

A part of me hoped that I would get here before Hannah did, and thankfully, I beat her to it. The old meatpacking plant was still in the same state that I had found it in. The dirt road to get here was blocked off by fallen trees and other such obstacles so Hannah would have to walk here, meaning that her car would still be near the dirt roads entrance, but that wasn't as big of a concern to me. Immediately after getting there, I started looking for a reasonable spot to bury her. With so many wooden pallets around, I could just dig a hole in front of one and push all the pallets over onto the fresh grave o hide it. No one would bat an eye. It started to get dark out, and my hopes of Hannah arriving were getting lower and lower, before finally seeing the bright flash of a light shining in my direction. I quickly shielded my eyes and looked away.

"Y- You!? I fucking knew it! This was just to make fun of me wasn't it, you bitch!" Hannah explained, lowering her flashlight and growling at me. I looked over to her and shook my head.

"No, I didn't do anything to her, I didn't." I let out an annoyed sigh and changed my tone, "But I may know where she is."

"Yeah, and how would you know that?" She asked, sounding a bit less aggressive. Now that I could actually see her, I was able to tell that she was still in her cheerleading uniform, though she was wearing long stockings over her legs and a winter coat.

"I've been looking into it. I don't want you to keep accusing me of it, so I started looking for clues, and hints and whatnot, and I may have found one that proves she's around here." I tossed the shovel to the side, "Come here, I'll show you."

Hannah lowered her guard and started approaching me. I opened the trunk and lifted the blanket off from it. "See, look!"

She hesitated in looking into the trunk, but once she leaned far in enough, I bent over, grabbed my shovel, and hit her over the back of the head with it. Her body went limp as she fell to the ground, and rolled to her side. I smirked and lifted her into the trunk. Slowly I began pushing it inside the meatpacking plant. I led her over to the main room and dumped her out. To my surprise it was a little warmer in here then I was expecting. This was good to me because it meant she wouldn't freeze to death first thing. I started looking for a meat hook big enough and pulled it down low enough till it hit the ground. I dragged over the large bucket I had packed last minute and left it to the side, then got to work. I needed some new red paint, so why not kill two birds with one stone. Literally. I heard about this being done once. A horror movie actor gave his blood to artists and told him to design the movie poster with his blood. I'm sure I could do something similar.

I started to unzip Hannah's winter coat, and slid it off her, tossing it over to the side for the time being, then proceeded to take off the rest of her clothes. I didn't want them to soak up any of the blood. Once she was completely naked, I lifted her arms above her head and duct-taped them together. I stood up for a moment and looked down at her unconscious nude figure, before smirking and dragging her over to the hook. I put it under the duct tape, and proceed to lift the hook into the air using its pulley system. Hannah hung from the hook, dangling over the large bucket I had prepared. She wasn't high off the ground, but enough so that blood would run down her leg, and drip into the bucket.

"Alright, time to play," I whispered, and quickly punched Hannah as hard as I could in the guts. The wind was knocked out of her, and she let out a loud cough as she woke up. My hand bruised and stung, making me quickly retract it and rub the now tender knuckles. Hannah was looking around her, visibly panicking. I smiled a bit, and walked around behind her, grabbing my knife, and gently poked the tip of it against her bareback. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but enough for it to feel like it was stinging. The girl squirmed and let out a yelp.

"W- What the fuck!"

"How are you feeling Hannah?" I asked in a rather casual voice.

"Z- Zoey?!" She yelled, sounding horrified.

"Mhm." I walked around to the front of her so she could see me.

"W- What the fuck are you doing?!" Hannah started squirming, now realizing that she wasn't wearing any clothes. Her face turned red and was mixed with that and her horrified expression.

"What am I doing? Well nothing right now, but I can tell you what I want to do." I teased her, holding the knife up and looking closely at the tip fo it, "I want to play a game."

"A game?!"

"Mhm. I can tell you the rules. There very simple, and as long as you follow them, you won't be harmed, how does that sound?" It was a lie, but she didn't know that "There is only one rule, and that's to answer my questions. If you don't," I gently pressed the knifed blade against Hannah's bar seven leg. Hannah stayed silent and only gave me a visible nod.

"Alright good, first question." I lifted the knife off her and stared her in the eye, "Why the fuck did you scratch up my friend's car?"

"H- How else was I supposed to get your attention?"

"How else where you supposed to get my attention? How could you not get my attention, you threaten me every day!"

"Because I know you did something to Maria!"

"You know what Hannah, I've had enough of your shit. Every day you corner me in the bathroom, and constantly accuse me of harming Maria. Well, guess what... I did."

Hannahs' eyes widened a bit and she growled.

"I knew it, I fucking knew it! It's your fault she's gone!"

"Yeah, it is." I frowned and lifted the knife up again, "The second question, Now that you know my little secret, are you going to tell anyone?" I taunted her by holding the knife up close to her face. There was a hint of fear in her face, and she soon frowned.

"Of fucking course, I will, you sick bitch!"

I stared at Hannah and sighed, shrugging my shoulders. Quickly I bent down and grabbed a hold of one of Hannahs' feet. She started to struggle almost immediately, but I held on tight.

"You have nice feet, Hannah. They must be important to you~" I gently pressed the flat edge of the blade against the hell of her foot. "You need them to walk, to dance, to do cheerleading... to run." I could see Hannah tense up. Her body stiffened and she went completely motionless as the color drained from her face, "It would be a shame if something were to... happen to them." Quickly, I turned the blade of the knife around, and slowly, started dragging the sharpened edge across the bottom of her foot. It cut into her skin, opening up and allowing her warm inner liquids to pour out into the bucket beneath her.