Twisted Game

Chapter 9

Killer's P.O.V 

~Flashback~

"She loves me," I say, chopping the first finger off, as I hear James Holliway's muffled scream. I huff slightly knowing this is going to be fun.

Casey's a real genius. Making people suffer must be her specialty.

"He loves me not,"

"She loves me, he loves me not, she loves me-"

"He loves me not." 

"She loves me, he loves me not." 

"She loves me-"

"And he loves me not." 

I sigh loudly, kicking James' former clothes on the ground. I look at the boy losing blood on the floor, wearing our Uni's merch from head to toe. 

"What a disappointing revelation." I crouch down to look James in the eyes.

Slowly, I pick up the knife I used to cut off his fingers and place it against his neck.

"You should really lock your doors. Man, you already know there's a deranged killer in town." I roll my eyes at him, "I'm just warning you for the future, you should really try to be safe." 

The hopeful look he gave me almost made me burst out laughing, he really thought I'd let him go. I place my other hand behind his head, cradling his head and running my hand through his soft hair. I slowly remove the gag from his mouth.

I pause and look at him for a moment before hesitantly placing my lips on his, feeling a nostalgic vibe spread through my whole body, the chapstick's too familiar. I kiss him harder, before pressing the knife harder against his neck and slicing the skin. 

I crawl onto his lap and keep making out with him as he gasps for air. 

James dies, wrapped in my arms, while I literally sucked the life out of him. 

I sigh at the scene, cursing Casey for making me do this, and pick up his fingers to do some craft with them. Obviously, I used his blood to write "The Artist" on the wall, underlined each alphabet with his fingers, and used the last one to create a '!' sign. 

With that, I leave through the back door leaving it wide open.

~End of flashback~

Casey's P.O.V

"The fourth victim in the horrifying spree of The Penshaw Murderer has been discovered and the local police again, turned up with close to zero evidence. However, the Killer has carefully placed hints leading to the Penshaw Educational University also known as PEU to everyone. The victim had been forced to wear merchandise from the university. The most gruesome thing about this murder is-"

"Don't be cut up fingers, don't be cut up fingers-" I pray and hope while keeping my eyes on the television screen.

"All ten of the victim's fingers were cut off."

"Fuck." I curse turning the TV off.

So, another murder from my diary, which was quite obvious to everybody else. But, I was looking for any excuse to cancel that idea.

I pull out my phone to distract myself and I suddenly remember the shady text I received earlier. 

AHNLX νʹ

KHTW γʹ

CNER ιεʹ

αʹTF

-- MAX TKMBLM

I write down whatever the text said in a notebook, and instantly look up "Greek numbers" on google.

So, to break it down-

AHNLX 50

KHTW 3

CNER 15

1 TF

-- MAX TKMBLM

That was easier than I thought it would be. I found a chart and literally guessed the combination of signs, and double-checked with an English to Greek translation website.

Now that the numbers are down, the alphabetical part's gonna be harder. I have absolutely no experience with decoding shit so my first instinct was to google "How to write coded messages." After a few minutes of mindless surfing through the internet, I came across something called 'Ceaser Cipher ' which was written by rearranging alphabets.

So, I took almost half an hour to decipher the code. And I stared at the finished product with awe and curiosity, as it read-

HOUSE  50

ROAD 3

JULY  15

1  AM

-- THE ARTIST

I couldn't take my eyes off of the pieces of paper, or take my jaw off of the floor. Time seemed to have stopped as I realized what happened. The killer wrote to me. They gave me an address and probably wanted me to go there, at a specific time. 

Things to consider; This might just be a trap. Or maybe he wants to kill me?

Maybe I should bring backup, or not go at all. We all know the latter is basically impossible for me. I don't trust any one of my friends at the moment, all of them are suspects. What about Caleb? I'm not putting him in any sort of danger. So, the conclusion, as stupid as it sounds, I'm going there, alone, all by myself.

I take my backpack and pull my hair back into a ponytail. Then, I sneak into Willow's bedroom and shove her baseball bat into my bag, I need some sort of protection. 

I change into an all-black outfit which isn't as suspicious as it sounds, it's all I wear anyways.

My eyes stay fixated on my phone as I look at the time. I pull up the location on Google Maps, and see it's only 5 minutes from here. As soon as the time says 12:50, I put on my converse and slip out of the dorm, without a sound.

I walk all the way to the house and sit behind a tree covered by bushes. I dwell whether I should go in the house or what. Before I could make my decision, loud booms of police cars surround the house, as I thank god, I didn't go any closer to the house.

"Is this the correct address?"

"Yeah, the caller said this is it."

"Go on, check the house."

I smirk at the thought that I just dodged a trap. The police would've seen me in the house, and I'd become a suspect. I'm guessing, the caller was the killer, and he or she's trying to frame me. And this house is where the fifth murder has taken place.

I keep smiling, thinking I just out smarted the killer with dumb luck.

Suddenly, out of the corner or my eye I see the bush about 2 meter away from me, move. I shoot my head towards the movement and catch a sight I wish I didn't.

My eyes scan the disoriented form of Rowan, with messy hair and sweaty skin, looking at me with wide eyes. And clutched in his hands, I see my diary, and my jaw drops. He's it.

Before I could say anything, Rowan starts to run away from the scene of crime with my diary clinging to his chest.

For a moment I forget to breathe and quickly, I collect my thoughts before fleeing from the scene too.

Who the fuck should I tell about this?