Death Without A Name

Chapter 6 - Hide and Seek

I shot out the park in fear. I couldn't waste time, but i kept looking back to see if she was gaining on me. She stood a good block away from me holding the knife and walking. Her face was blank, and her eyes looked hollow. My heart pounded as i felt the thumps of my feet slam on the ground increasing after every step. I looked back again and didn't see anyone at all, i looked ahead and faced the killer that bumped into me and made me fall on the ground. I looked up at her face, terrified and full of tears.

"Aren't you forgetting something David?" She said with the bike I her hands.

"I didn't see anything." I told her.

"Oh no need to lie, the blood on your right cheeks shows that you've seen plenty. It's truly a shame that you had to see me so......colorful." She began to laugh at the thought of it.

"David i never wanted you to get involved. Only Iris has ever seen this side of me. I vowed to myself that i would never show anyone else that i loved." She said. She slowly began to blush as she thought about it more.

"L....Love?" I could feel myself shaking at the thought of it. Me in love with a serial killer? Just how long would it be before she killed me herself?

The way she smiled at the sight of me being afraid was sickening. Her eyes and expressions screamed death and shook my very soul. I crawled back from her and stood up. I held my hands up to show i wasn't going to do any harm. She smiled at me.

"You are in condition to fight me David. So how about i give till the count of ten to run away and hide. If you win i'll forget everything that happened about today, and we can go back to being best friends in high school." She said as she began to laugh.

Shortly after she stopped, and her smile disappeared. She looked to the sky and back to me. "But if you lose....."

I cut her off. "Please don't kill me. You.....You said it yourself right? You love me! I want you to know I love you too. I always have." I said as tried my best to force a smile.

At that moment she held her head down. I could hear herself begin to swear under her breath. I could feel myself getting to her. Maybe if i could get through to her, i could get her to calm down back to her old self.

I began to say something else, but she could cut me off.

"Don't lie to me because you're afraid." She yelled at me. I could hear the anger in her voice.

My plan wasn't working, it seems i am only making it worse.

"Why would i lie to you? I love you Mayrin!" I yelled to her.

Suddenly i saw her eyes widen and she rushed to me and grabbed me by the neck.

"STOP LYING!!!!!" She screamed.

*Stab*

Suddenly i felt something slowly enter me. A cold piece of metal still stained with blood from her last victim. The cut was deep, and it was the first time i ever bleed this much.

*Drip*

I stumbled back, I looked down at my stomach. A blade was actually inside of it, it barely took no effort at all. My uniform was soaked in blood. I looked up at Mayrin. Her expression showed no emotion as she stared me in the eyes.

"Love is an illusion." She said.

At that moment I could feel myself growing dizzy, I had to escape while i had a chance. I took a step and could feel myself begin to cough up blood. I looked back and watched her begin to walk to me. I grabbed my bike and forced myself to ride it home. The ride was bumpy and made me feel dizzy, the popped tire also slowed me down greatly. I began to pick up my pace, i couldn't let her reach me in this condition. I needed to get to a hospital, call the police, get to safety. I made it to the end of the block, i could see my house just a street away. I could feel myself putting all i had into each pedal. The blade entering deeper with each push.

I made it to my house and threw the bike onto my yard. I staggered up the stairs and put my keys inside the door. A twist to the right and i am inside of my house, i escaped Mayrin. I looked out the window and didn't see her in sight. Knowing how she thinks, she probably stopped to clean the blood and erase her trace. I gotta prepare for her before then.

I first ran around and locked all points of entry inside of my house. Thankfully there wasn't much to lock, that makes me feel all the more better knowing she didn't break in. I tended to my stomach with a first aid kit, i took a survival class in school once and remembered their instructions on how to stop bleeding and close wounds. I grabbed all the towels in my house and wiped away the blood. The cut wasn't that wide, and me being alive now is a good sign itself. I wrapped myself in bandages in hopes that i didn't have internal bleeding from an organ, but something tells me i would have died of blood loss if that was the case. I drank bottles of water and took pain killers, i had to calm down and think this whole thing through. Time passed and I took a shower and calmed down. When i came out, i knew it was time for me to move out of here, go to a different school, live a new life. I have no choice now, she truly wants to kill me.

I ran inside my room, take out my journal, and sit at my desk. I used it to write in it all the time. I would make notes of what i was thinking, or ideas to my detective books. No matter what it was, i felt like writing it down. This time it was my last hope to prove my point and put her behind bars and away from the rest of the world. I pull out a ball-point pen from my desk drawer, and began to write.

"August 16, 2016, My name is David Reed. I witnessed the murder of a staff member that went to my school. It was overkill and i have reason now to believe that the killer is out to get me since i witnessed the crime. I came into contact with the murderer. She killed him in the middle of the Oakland park on the back side of the Big Red Tree. I personally know the one who did it. She is my best friend, Age, 16. A young female, with long brown hair and brown eyes. She is around 5'5 and a fellow classmate. Her location is currently unknown to me. My theories of the cause from her killings i believe are from her medical condition. She has a severe case of multi personality disorder, and schizophrenia. She is has also suffered severe trauma, and abuse as a kid. Her name is Alexandra Mayrin and she is the Cell Phone Killer. If i die, please don't let this truth go out in vain and the deaths of the victims either. Please put her to justice before more victims are killed." I wrote.

I signed "Sincerely, David Reid" and closed the journal with a sigh of relief. I opened my desk drawer and placed the journal inside of it.

Suddenly i heard the door shut, and lock. I froze in place, the pen dropped from my hand and i was too afraid to pick it up. I could hear the slow steps of my hardwood floors tap from the familiar sounds of our school uniform shoes. Some one was inside. The steps stopped right behind me. I could feel the cold breath of what seemed like a death reaper blow against my right cheek. It took a slow breath and quietly whispered into my ear.

"I found you, David."