We've Always Loved The Color RED

The Station

Jimmy looked around. When he entered the police station they made him go into a little room, where they hand cuffed him to the table. The room only had one door, and the walls were made of concrete.

Now what? Ghost asked nervously. Jimmy just smiled, watching as one of the policemen walked into the room.

"Hello, Casket." he sighed, sitting down across from him.

We're screwed... Ghost whimpered.

"So, you turned yourself in?" the policeman questioned.

"No." Jimmy mumbled, stretching his legs. Suddenly, the door opened again. Another man walked in, a clipboard in hand. He also sat across from him. Jimmy assumed he was a detective of some sort.

"You know... you're lucky we don't have the death penalty in this state, young man!" the detective exclaimed, adjusting his hat.

"Am I really?" Jimmy questioned, tipping his head to the side.

"Very... I'm going to ask you some questions, and it would be in your best interest to answer." the detective told him.

"Go ahead. I can't promise that I'll answer honestly though." Jimmy sighed, shrugging. They proceeded to ask basic questions about his age and where he was from. Things like that.

"It's hard to think that you're from this town after all the horrible things you've done." the policeman mumbled. Jimmy smirked.

"Anyone can do what I've done." Jimmy scoffed, tapping his foot quietly.

"...elaborate?" the detective muttered with a questioning tone.

"Well anyone can kill anybody! All it takes a little push, whether it's being called something hurtful or being forced to watch your friends die!" Jimmy explained, his smirk turning into a creepy smile.

"I see... and what made you start killing?" the police man asked. Jimmy's eyes widened.

"Does it matter? I don't see why you need to know!" Jimmy giggled, pulling on the handcuffs that were keeping him attached to the table.

"Well it's something that we'd like to know!" the detective told him.

"Well I'd like to kill you right now, but I'm not!" Jimmy exclaimed, pulling on his handcuffs once again, roughly this time.

"That's why you're handcuffed to the table." the policeman sighed. Jimmy looked at his wrists, which were bleeding from pulling on the handcuffs so hard. He smiled at the sight. Jimmy could hear the two men talking to him, but it was muffled. He was being distracted by his blood, which was dripping onto the table.

They're talking to you! Ghost exclaimed. Jimmy barked at him.

"What the heck was that?!" the detective questioned, frowning. Jimmy just looked at him, repeating the noise.

"This guy is nuts... somebody should lock him up." the policeman sighed, then standing up and leaving. The detective stood up, pulling out a small key from his pocket. Jimmy giggled, watching as the 'detective' unlocked his handcuffs.

"Come on, let's get going!" he exclaimed as he took off his hat. Jimmy smiled, standing up.

"Thanks Jeff!" Jimmy giggled, rubbing his bleeding wrists.

How did you know Jeff would be here? Ghost asked.

"I've got my ways!" Jimmy laughed.

"No problem! All this makeup is irritating though." Jeff sighed, frowning. Well... frowning as much as he could. Jimmy watched as Jeff slithered away.

"Well, see you later!" Jimmy called, opening the door. He sniffed the air, following the sent until he reached a door. The door was locked. Jimmy kicked the door right next to the nob, causing it to open. He looked around. The room was filled with lockers, each one having its own little label on it. Jimmy looked around once more, frowning.

"Dang... I'm gonna need some help Ghost..." Jimmy sighed.

I don't wanna help you! You're just gonna go kill people! Ghost exclaimed. Jimmy growled.

"You're gonna help me or I'm gonna go kill Toast right now!" Jimmy yelled angrily. Ghost flinched. He could tell Jimmy was serious.

"Fine..." Ghost muttered, appearing next to him.

"Thank you." Jimmy grumbled. The two searched until Ghost found it. The label read 'James Casket'.

"Hey... is this you?"Ghost questioned. Jimmy looked, his eyes widening. He reached over, tearing the label off of the locker.

"...yes." Jimmy mumbled, tossing the crumpled up label on the floor. Ghost watched as Jimmy broke the lock open, quickly grabbing his knife. He forced Ghost to go back in his head.

I don't understand why you need my body to kill people... Ghost sighed. Jimmy smirked.

"You wanna know why? Because I love messing with you!" Jimmy laughed. Ghost shook his head, watching as Jimmy stabbed one of the approaching policemen in the chest. Ghost closed his eyes. He'd seen enough death for one day, although he had a feeling it wasn't over. So far from over...