Wenclair

~71~

Wednesday's POV:

I run through the trees, hearing sirens in the distance. I dart into a nearby bush as I see them zoom past. I enjoy the attention, but I will never get caught. Once they are out of sight, I back away from the bush, running further into the woods.

I duck behind trees as more police cars drive by. There are so many of them. Woah, it's so serious when one singular person kills another that they have to have so many cops on the place.

They never had this much chaos when Tyler was going around beheading people. I clutch my knife in my pocket to make sure it's still there. I feel something hard and I sigh of relief. I didn't want to drop it while I was running. I'd have nothing to defend myself with.

I decide to take it out, feeling something icky already on my hands. Oh, I never washed off Layla's blood, did I? I look at my hands that are also covered in blood. I better get going now then. One look at me, you know I was the killer.

I mean, many people think that anyway due to my looks. But the blood is definitely going to give me up. I grab a nearby leaf and glide the blade along it. The leaf is now bloody as I drop it.

I place the knife in my pocket as I continue to run. Another car zooms by, this time an ambulance. I smirk, Layla's dead. I laugh to myself in my mind. The problem's out of the way, now the solution needs to get away.

My legs start to get tired as I run. Shit. I slow down, starting to speed walk instead as I go deeper and deeper into the woods. A loud snap of a twig is heard from behind me as I spin around.

I notice a deer sprinting away. I roll my eyes as I turn back around and walk. I hope Enid's okay. Wait, Enid! I haven't thought about her since before I went to Layla's dorm. Shit, once she finds out, she's going to hate me!

Fuck, I never thought through with this. It's too late to turn back now. What's the point? I'm going to get caught.

I sigh, now walking slowly. Good thing I didn't bring my phone. I would've probably been dead by now. I chuckle lightly at that thought. Never thought about being killed by a police officer or something.

My death was always imagined as me getting killed by poison. Which could like... never happen. I love poison. And it loves me.

My knees soon give out as I fall to the ground. Fuck. I stretch my legs out in front of me as I try to put some feeling back in them.

I hear more sirens in the distance as I start to panic. I look around frantically, searching for a hiding place. I notice a tree like ten feet away. If only I could get there in time.

The sirens get closer and I crawl over to the tree. I see the lights go by as I hold my breath, lying on the ground.

They are no longer heard as I sit back up. All clear. I try to put feeling into my leg again and stretch it out. I feel a small pop as I shake it.

I'm good. I stand up and run off into the distance as I hear a sharp howl. Uh oh.

I run faster and faster. I got a little rest. Now it's time to run.

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Enid's POV:

Police officers surround the school. How could Wednesday do this? She went on a killing spree. But only on one person. God, Enid! How could you be so dumb to leave a sociopath in a room by herself when she can literally do anything?!