Chapter 2: EmptyMature

            Audrey made her way up to her bedroom and when she arrived she plopped down onto her comfty twin-sized bed complete with a memory foam pad.  She felt herself sink into the foam and closed her eyes sleepily.  What she said to her mother hadn’t been a lie; she was just about ready to pass out on top of her comforter.  One thin arm reached out toward the bedside table and grabbed the remote to the miniture flat screen TV that stood atop the dresser.  The TV was flicked on and turned to the news station to check up on the weather.  In the lower right hand corner of the screen was a small map of the counties in their area.  The county in which they lived was highlighted in orange, indicating a flash flood warning.  Now that there was no tornado warning, Audrey didn’t have to worry about her plans being obstructed.

            With the light off and the constant flicker of the TV illuminating the darkness, Audrey began to nod off despite her now upright position on the bed.  There was nothing on the television that aroused her interest, forcing her to stop on any old channel.  She didn’t listen to what the actors had to say, but instead she had to focus on not falling asleep.  She mentally cursed her parents for not going to bed faster.

            Sleep began to invade her mind so that all she wanted to do was lay back and let it steal her away—steal her away from her emotions.  She knew that when she woke up she would have forgotten all about her sudden flare of anger and change her mind about leaving.  She knew that sleep was the cure for her own irritation, and that only further increased her desire to doze off.  However, she didn’t want to be a coward—she didn’t want to back down now.

           Just forget about it.  Forget about him.  You won’t accomplish anything if you…

            Shut up.

            Just sleep and let it go.  It’s wrong to…

            SHUT UP.

           Audrey’s head snapped up and she shot off of her bed.  She didn’t find any need to hide her emotions while she was alone; the expression written on her face was evidence of that.  Her face was scrunched with anger and her teeth were clenched tightly as she threw the closet door open and dug out an outfit to wear.  She wiggled into a pair of skinny jeans, slipped on a low cut, loose-fitting shirt and stepped into her matching ballet flats.  The teen all but ripped her coat off of the coat hanger, threw it over her shoulders, and grabbed the scarf that looked best.  She tied it into a fashionable knot, letting the ends hang loosely in front of her black peacoat.  She quickly wiped off the little makeup that the rain had helped smudge and reapplied all of her makeup both carefully and hurriedly.  Next was her hair.  It was still messy from the towel that had attacked it earlier, so she swiftly decided to throw it up into a messy bun.

            When this whole process was complete, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and nodded to appovingly to herself.  She could find many flaws, but she figured the darkness would help veil them and either way she looked cute enough to pull off what she had in mind.  She slung her bag around her shoulder and stood up straight, preparing her usual unreadable self in case she ran into someone outside in the hallway.  She peeked out the door and toward her parents bedroom across the hall.  The lights were out and that familiar snoring was heard all the way from her room, as usual. 

            She pushed the door open ajust a bit more, trying to avoid the squeak it usually made, but stopped as she nearly had a heart attack.  There, standing on the other side of the door and reaching  for the handle was Ezra, just as ready to go as she was.  She slipped out of her room, TV still flickering, and shut the door behind her silently.

            “You were going to leave without me, weren’t you?” Ezra barely whispered.  As he was speaking, he encircled her so that he was standing directly behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso.  Effortlessly, he lifted her up and rushed down the stairs in complete silence.

            “You were taking too long,” she accused, shaking his arms off of her once they were on the first floor.

            “You mean your mom and dad were taking too long,” he corrected her with a kind-hearted smile.

            “Stop acting.  Dawson doesn’t care,” she ordered him in a dead and uncaring voice.  She peered a up at him just as the male’s expression went from kind to foul and.

            As if that was his cue, her older brother stepped around the corner, some car keys dangling from his hands.  He stepped right past them and out into the chilly nighttime air without hesitation.  The couple followed closely behind Dawson and out to the car.  There Dawson opened the door and hopped into the driver’s seat, Ezra in the passenger’s seat, and Audrey was stuck in the back seat.

            “I can’t believe I help you guys with this,” Dawson muttered to himself, shaking his head as he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

            “You’re afraid of what I’d do to you if you didn’t,” Ezra commented snarkily, smirking out the window.

            “Damn right, kid,” he admitted.  “Look at what you do to people.”

            There was no response—just a smug look from Ezra to the older teenager beside him.  They drove in silence, giving Audrey time to ponder her thoughts.  She didn’t need to think about what she was about to do; she had done it so many times that she had forgotten what it felt like to be regretful.  Instead, she thought of possible ways to explain to her parents what she was doing all the way on the opposite side of town—the bad side of town—at.  Granted, it wasn’t very late, this was the time when the trouble-making young adults and teenagers usually came out to play.

            Audrey cautiously reached into her bag and pulled out her cell phone to glance at the time.  She pushed the button on the side of the phone to wake it up and lit the whole back seat.  She squinted at the bright object in her hand and inwardly sighed.  It was only quarter to eleven.  The fatigued feeling she had had back at home was now dead and gone, and slight anxiety took over.  A sudden buzz of her phone dragged her from her thoughts.  Once again, the light from her phone lit the car.

            One new message from Ezra.

            She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes and almost opened her mouth to chew him out for being such an idiot, but she caught herself.  It had to be important if he couldn’t say it out loud in front of Dawson.  He was only person that knew about their little nighttime adventures on the bad side of town after all.

            Audrey opened the text message and read it to herself.  Her eyes widened ever so slightly at the words on the screen, but she hastily slipped the phone into the shallow pockets of her jeans.  Seeing his eyes on her through the rearview mirror, she gave the male a slight nod and let her eyes wander out the window once again, watching the backed up water rushing on the side of the roads.  Her legs jittered nervously and she began cracking her knuckles as they grew closer and closer to their destination.

            “The usual plan then?” Dawson finally spoke up as he pulled the car half way into the parking lane.

            “Yes,” his sister confirmed simply, opening the door and stepping out into the crisp air.  She made sure to shut the door as softly as possible so that no attention was draw to her yet.

            “I’ll be nearby,” a voice spoke in a hushed murmur into her ear.  She hadn’t even seen Ezra get out of the car, nor had she heard his door shut.  Keeping her composure, she merely nodded and tried her best to calm her racing heart.  She gripped her bag tightly and began to walk down the sidewalk as soon as her brother pulled the car out and drove away.  She knew without looking that Ezra had disappeared into the darkness.  She took in a deep breath of air, her throat going dry.

            The neighborhood they were in was a bit more unsafe than usual.  The tension in the air was so heavy that the air felt suffocating.  It was like a battle for dominance between the gangs due.  Audrey was more than well aware of the increased crime rate and murders that had been taking place.  This knowledge was the whole reason they chose this area; the more dangerous the better.  With every step she took, Audrey mentally prepared herself for a serial killer to pop out from behind a tree or out of one of the alleys.  Such a thought was typically scare a person, but Audrey wanted it to happen.  She waswaitingfor it.

            “Hey sweet heart,” a smooth, attractive voice spoke up from an unseen source.

            The young girl came to a halt and turned 180 degrees toward the direction of the voice.  There, she saw a black figure shrouded in darkness approaching her from the alleyway.  When the man came into view, she wrinkled her nose in disgust.  A terribly unattractive, soaring man with greeced hair walked up to her, standing a mere foot away.  He smelled terribly of body odor, cigerette smoke, and cat urine but she could tell he had attempted—but failed—to cover it up with suffocating cologne.  The sight of him especially shocked the girl since she’d been expecting a handsome man to emerge from the shadows based on the silky sound of his voice.

            “He-hello,” she stuttered meekly, taking a step away from him as she felt the growing need to gag.

            As soon as she’d spoken, another man stumbled clumsily out of the alley, beer in hand.  He took a swig from the bottle and grinned toothily at his friend.  “What a babe,” he slurred, ramming into the wall and leaning against it.  The second man winked at Audrey and sloppily licked his lips.  The most recent man wasn’t quite as tall or as ugly as his friend.  In fact, Audrey would go as far as to say he’d be pretty attractive if he wasn’t drunk out of his right mind.  He had dark hair and eyes, and a cute boyish face.  He certainly didn’t look like he acted.  The both of them looked no older than 19 years old.

            The first man cursed at the second and then turned his attention back to Audrey.  “Want to have some fun, hon?”

            “No thanks.”  She shook her head and smiled prettily at them.  She then turned around and resumed walking slower than before.  She didn’t want them toaskher.  She wanted them toforceher.

            “W-wait, baby.  Don’t leave us!” the drunk man called after her.

            “Jus’ let ’er go.  She ain’t that pretty anyways.”

            Upon hearing this, Audrey swung around and raised her hand at them.  Just as she lifted her middle finger into the air, a spew of highly insulting words were hurled at them.  If they weren’t going to force her into anything on their own, she’d just have to make them angry enough to do so.

            “You little bitch!” the first man practically screamed at her.  He approached her threateningly and grasped her arm forcefully.

            “What are you doing?” Audrey screeched, making sure to seem weak as she struggled to escape his grip.

            “I’ll have some fun with you whether you like it or not!”

            “No!” she whispered, fake tears rushing down her pink cheeks.  Being the skilled actress she was, forcing tears every now and then had never been a problem for her and thinking of something sad was simple.

            “Levi, let’s mess this bitch up,” he called, yanking the young girl into the alley.  He uncaringly stepped right into the puddle of fresh  vomit and pushed the struggling girl further into the narrow alleyway, laughing hoasrely at her desperate struggles.

            The man whose name was Levi stood up straight and shook his head spacily.  He brought his sleeve up to his mouth and wiped away the excess puke from his chin.

            “No, I’ll watch.  Don’t wanna puke all over you,” he rejected the offer in between dry heaves and coughing fits.

            “Fine,” the first man murmured.  His eyes wondered up and down her body freely, most likely judging whether she was worth it or not.  His eyes traced along her curves, along her lengthy, model-like legs.  He also noted her nearly flawless skin and pretty face, but that didn’t much matter at the moment.  Just the thought of what he could do to a body like hers had him rushing toward her.  He was even too busy thinking about what he would do to her first to wonder why she hadn’t run away by now.

            Audrey lowered her eyes, her fake tears already dried up by the wintry air.  She could only imagine the nasty thoughts that were being thought about her right now, and it only made her more thrilled at the thought of what would happen next.  She dropped her bag to the ground hopelessly, loving how cornered she felt for the moment—she knew it wouldn’t last long.  She looked up at him with an emotionless face, her shoulders going limp as she bent over to reach into her bag.

            “Stay still for her, alright?” a voice spoke into the man’s ear.  The unattractive man froze and he began to curse, confusion evident in his voice.  Ezra’s cold, unhuman hands rested on his shoulders as lightly as a feather.  “Shh; don’t make a sound either.”

            “W-what the hell?” Levi spoke up from behind, but was ignored.  He leaned back against the wall and watched in horror.

            Even when Ezra disappeared into the shadows, the man was frozen in place; he was literally unable to move his body.  His mouth hung open and horrified screams escaped his throat as the teenage girl walked toward him, a crazed look in her eye.  She laughed out loud and glanced at the shimmering, scarlet eyes and the wicked smile that was visible behind the terrified wreck before her.

            The world was empty as soon as the blade pierced her victim’s neck.  She went deaf to the rest of the world, unable to hear anything besides flesh being ripped apart.  She loved this feeling—the feeling of being in control.  This was the only time in her life that she felt as if she had a say in her life, and she embraced the feeling wholeheartedly. 

            She felt no remorse.  No guilt at all as her hands were literally became drench with her prey’s blood.

            A grin found its way to her lips as she pulled the knife out repeated her actions over and over.  There was no stopping her until she felt satisfied.  It excited her and disgusted her all at once as the hot, red liquid spurted out of his fatal wound and onto her face a clothes.  The man didn’t even have time to scream before he was dead.  As dead as he was, however, he was stuck standing on two feet as Audrey continued to brutally murder him.  This continued until there was nothing left of the neck besides a mess of unorganzied skin, vein, and blood. 

            The man named Levi had no doubt vomitted once again because of the vile sight before him.  His limbs were shaking violently, complete and utter terror taking him over causing him to be unresponsive.  The scene seemed to come right out of a horror movie, but it was much more real and much more frightening then watching it on screen.  This is the reason Audrey wouldn’t bother killing him.  The living his life with that kind of mental scarring was worse than the sloppy death she’d offered his friend.

            Once Audrey was satisfied she threw her bloodied knife to the ground and stripped her coat off.  She didn’t care how chilly it was or that she was wearing a revealing shirt; she wanted that disgusting man’s blood off.  She shook her hands, attempting  to shake the blood off of them.  When the liquid failed to uncling from her hands, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and made a frustrated noise.  Finally choosing to leave it to dry on her hands, she picked up her bag, reaching into it and calling her brother.  She heard the body fall with a thump behind her and she giggled humorlessly.

            “Clean it up, get rid of the evidence, go home, and make sure you avoid thatthingyou told me about earlier.” Audrey ordered Ezra while she waited for her brother to answer his cell phone.  She walking past  Ezra and up to Levi, who was now slumped helplessly against the wall.  “I suggest you don’t tell a soul, you drunken pig.  I can guarantee you your brain isn’t able to fathom the torture we’d put you through if you do,” she warned darkly, her voice lowering scarily.

            When a voice was heard on the other end of the phone, Audrey gave comfirmation that she was done.  The conversation was short and simple, and after it was over Audrey hung up and shoved the phone into her bag.  The anger that she’d felt earlier was forgotten.  However, the fatigue was back.  Her eyes drooped as she waited for her brother to drive up in his car.  She feltnothing; no emotion.  Her mind was blank.  In the past, she’d told herself that scum like this guy didn’t deserve to live anyhow, and she still believed it.

            “I’ll take care of it,” Ezra said softly, the sadistic grin still plastered on his face.  “I’m assuming you don’t care what I do with the body?”

            “Nope,” Audrey retorted simply and looked back at him.  She couldn’t miss the satisfied look in his eyes as he turned toward the hideous corpse and stalked closer like a hungry animal ready to feast.  She wandered mildlessly to the car that had just pulled up for her and pulled the door open.  She didn’t pause to consider whether it was truly her brother’s car or not—she probably would have climbed in whether it was or not.  She didn’t want to be there anymore.  She wanted to leave before she felt any other emotion. 

            And so empty she remained.

The End

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