Getting away with murder

~Part Four~

•Unedited•
(I apologize for any mistakes)

⚠︎︎Graphic Warning⚠︎︎
Contains:
•murder
•talk about blood
•graphic details
If you may be sensitive to this stuff please leave.

!!THIS ONE GETS PRETTY GRAPHIC TOWARDS THE END!!

Sams POV:
I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the room. I looked over to jakes side of the bed and he was gone, in a panic I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, stopping once I seen Jake leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to the news that was coming from a small box tv in the kitchen. "We are fucked." Was all he said before he started biting his nails and pacing back and forth. I listened as Jake turned the tv up slightly, then burying is face in his hands. "The identity's of the two suspects just came in, both suspects fingerprints were left all over the murder weapons. The two identify as Jake Webber and Sam Golbach. They were also seen running into the woods behind the victims house. As of right now they cannot be found. If you do see them make sure you call in so there can be justice for the victim and his family." My jaw dropped. "J-Jake. We gotta go." "Yeah. You think!?" Jake snapped back. He then let out a sigh. "Fuck it. We don't need to bring anything, let's just fucking go...how long will it take to get there??" "I-it's just a few ways away from Colby's place. It should only take us about...I dunno...5 to ten minutes?" I shrugged. "Well then, let's get the fuck outa here." I nodded in agreement and we quickly made our way out the back door and into the woods. As we ran, our faces continued to get scratched up from the branches that got in our way. Whilst we ran I noticed a handgun slip out of Jakes pocket and land onto the floor. Of course, in fear of my life, I decided not to say anything, he was now unarmed.

-Time skip to Coreys house-

Still Sams POV:
Once we got to Coreys, we both rapidly knocked and banged on the door, ringing the doorbell as well. Corey then finally came to the door, his eyes widened as he seen us. "No. No, no. You guys are NOT staying with me. Leave. Now." He began to shut the door, but I stopped him. "Please Corey. We-we need you. We need your help." I begged, stepping back as he opened the door. "You better not try to do anything to me or I'm calling the fucking cops. Got it!?" Me and Jake both nodded before stepping inside. We all sat on the couch, quiet as hell, the only sound was the low volume tv with the news channel faintly playing in the background. We watched as me and Jakes face appeared on the screen. "Fuck man." Jakes head fell back in frustration. "Jake. We- we should just turn ourselves in..." I began before getting cut off. "NO! I told you this before!" Jake stood up, yelling down at me. "We will be fucked if they catch us!" Jake then stormed off, slamming the door of the guest bedroom behind him. I looked at Corey who looked terrified. "I'm...im so sorry." I sighed. "It's...all good man..." he weakly smiled.

"So...what happened anyway...." Corey could barely look at me as he whispered. "I- I'm not sure. Jake...Jake just stabbed Colby, and didn't give me a reasoning. He uh....he also killed....everyone else, that went...missing..." I looked down at my hands, noticing small spots of blood. "Corey...I can't do this anymore." My eyes began to fill with tears. "Please...tonight. Call the fucking cops, tell them that we're here. Please." My voice broke as I attempted to stop any tears from falling. Corey stayed silent. "Please." He then nodded making me sigh in relief. "Thank you. Thank you so fucking much." I let tears slide down my cheeks, finally...this nightmare would end.

-A few hours after-

After awhile of talking to Corey, I decided to head to the guest room...with Jake. I was a bit afraid actually. I knew that he wanted to hurt me, it was too obvious. I slightly cracked the door open...Jake was asleep. I slowly climbed onto the bed before Jake tackled me, pinning me down. "I know you told him you fucking asshole!!" His hands made their way to my throat, squeezing tightly. I gasped and clawed at his hands, attempting to get them away from my neck. "J-Jake! P-please!" I choked out, gripping onto his forearms, I looked up into his eyes, they were full of hate and hurt "please!" I gasped...and he let go. I took a deep breath, coughing as Jake got off of me. "He...he won't tell anyone." I panted. "O-okay..." Jake laid down and I did the same, drifting to sleep.
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"Get up!! This is the FBI!! You're under arrest!!" A Voice yelled as lights were shined in our faces and guns were pointed towards us. If we made any wrong move, we were dead. I sat up, watching as Jake sat up as well. His eyes were dead. "Put your hands in the air!!" The voice yelled again, we did as we were told, then being instructed to stand up as cuffs clicked around our wrists. We were guided out of the house, a large Crowd surrounding us as we were shoved to the car that would take us away. People hit and kicked us as we walked. Cameras and microphones were shoved into our faces asking us way too many questions. "What lead you to kill all those people!?" A man held a mic to Jakes face.
"No comment." Jakes voice sounded dead as well.
"I want a lawyer." Jake raised his voice slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Get in the car!" One of the cops yelled, pushing us into the cop car, then driving away.

Jakes POV:
"Now. I want you to tell us exactly what happened. From the beginning. Got that?" The interrogator slid a voice recorder to me. I rolled my eyes as I picked it up and brought it to my mouth. "My name is Jake Andrew Webber and I am convicted of 5 counts of first degree murder. The victims are; Brennen Taylor, Tara, Griffin, Colby Brock and Arthur Adams." (LoL. I didn't know some of their last names, forgive me. "Do you feel bad for what you've done?" I paused a second, they are gonna kill me anyway...what does it matter?? "No. No I don't." I sighed, leaning back in the chair.

Sams POV:
I sat in the interrogation room, shaking and sweating as I waited for the interrogator to walk in. Jake was in the room beside me. I wondered if he was actually telling the truth. My head perked up as I heard the door unlock and click opened. "Hello, Sam." The man spoke as he sat in the chair across from me. "H-hello." I looked down at the table in shame. "How are you feeling, Samuel?" "scared." I responded quietly. The man cleared his throat as I sign for me to look up at him, so I did. He held a voice recorder in front of me, I took it and placed it on my side of the table. "M-my name is S-Samuel John Golbach. And I'm convicted of 2 c-counts of second degree m-...murder..." I felt my eyes water once I finished that sentence. "Can you name those victims please?" I took a deep breath in response to his question. "I- I can't~" I began to break down. "Mhm. That's okay." The interrogator picked up the voice recorder and brought it up to his mouth. "The names of the victims are Colby Brock and Ruth Adams." I began to cry harder at his words. "Listen sam. On the bright side...you won't be on death row. But you will be in prison for life without parole...Jake on the other hand, may have the opposite, we'll just have to find out in court tomorrow." He stood up and cuffed me, bringing me to me and Jakes shared cell.

Jakes POV:
"You're one sick fuck, Webber!!" The interrogator yelled, slamming his hand down onto the table, making me chuckle. "You're being a bit immature, don't you think?" I smirked up at him as he tossed pictures of the mutilated bodies of people I've killed onto the table, right in front of me. "Look at what you did!! Think of the families you've ruined!! And you feel absolutely no remorse!?!?!" I decided to remain silent. "We'll see you in court." Was his last words before cuffing me and talking me to the cell. Once I got in, I noticed Sam sitting on the side of his bed, playing with his thumbs. "I fucking hate you." I growled. My glare at him, melted through his head. "I-I'm sorry okay!? I just had to! It will be better this way!" Sam stood up, making eye contact with me. "Yeah!? Better for you!! You're not going on fucking death row you fucking piece of shit!!" I lunged myself at him, repeatedly punching him in the face before picking up a dumbbell that sat on the floor beside me. It felt like the world was moving in slow motion as I hit him in the face with the dumbbell, non stop, blood splatter covering anything remotely close to the scene.

I'd flinch every time blood, brain matter and pieces of his scull would hit my face, still not stopping, Sam made groaning and gurgling noises, almost as if he was drowning. "I HATE YOU!!" I yelled before I was forced up onto my feet my cops, stomping on Sam the best I could before I was dragged out of the cell, leaving a trail of blood behind.

That ending was SUPER graphic and I'm sorry for that! But I hope you all still enjoyed anyway!? 😅😅😅
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