Eternal
Vengeance (PART II of Death)
Story by Daisy
If death is only the beginning, then why does everything seem to come to an end?
Chapter Three
“Howie?” AJ’s voice came through the receiver sounding far away. “Will you do me a huge favor, buddy?”
Howie sighed. “Sure.” He answered half-heartedly.
“Will you come down to the police station with me? They just wanna ask you a few questions and…”
“No!” Howie shouted, interrupting AJ. “I didn’t do it, AJ! You know I didn’t do it!”
“Well then why are you so afraid to talk to the police?”
“Because they’ll somehow find a way to make me look like I did. They’ll twist your words around until it sounds like you’ve really done it. And I didn’t!” There was a long pause between the two of them. “AJ, you know I didn’t do it right?” The line was silent as Howie waited desperately for AJ to tell him what he wanted to hear. “AJ? You know I didn’t kill Kevin. Tell me you know.”
“Howie, I really gotta go.” AJ’s voice came out raspy and hurried. “I really suggest that you meet me at the police station in half an hour. Please Howie…”
The line was silent as AJ waited for Howie to reassure him that he would be there. After a moment, Howie heard AJ sigh into the phone and then hang up. Howie stared heatedly at the phone in his hand, unable to believe that his best friend suspected him of murdering Kevin. There was no way that this could be happening. No way.
Howie decided he had to take a walk to think things out clearly. He went back to the day when he had found Kevin…
“I’ll be back in an hour or so. I gotta go to the doctor’s now.”
Howie waved to the guys, their dancers, and their choreographer Fatima. He
grabbed a water bottle and his jacket, walking quickly even though every muscle
in his leg ached from rehearsal. He made his way out of the arena and into the
large underground parking area where he had parked his car. He checked his watch
quickly. “Oh my gosh!” He cried, beginning to jog. He was late. As if this
weren’t out of the ordinary.
The loud screeching of tires made
Howie slow his pace, worried that if he and the car would happen to meet, the
driver would hit him because the car was obviously out of control. He saw no
car, so he looked to either side of him. Just ahead, he saw a shoe hanging out
of Kevin’s car.
Howie shook his head, knowing that
if Kevin were to lose his shoe he would throw a fit and blame every for always
borrowing his things and never returning his things. He walked over to the car
and grabbed the shoe, attempting to shove it back into Kevin’s car. It was
only when he had his hand on the shoe that he realized that someone’s foot was
actually in it. He followed the leg quickly, reaching the owners face. And he
screamed in horror.
He jumped immediately into the car,
weeping aloud at the sight. Kevin’s mouth was hanging open with a final
scream, blood dripping out of the side that his head was titled towards. His
chest was gaping openly, blood spilling everywhere. Howie grabbed Kevin by the
arms and shook him.
“Kevin! Kevin come on buddy! Get
up!” He refused to believe that he was dead, although the immense amount of
blood that covered the car and now Howie proved that he didn’t have enough
left to live. Howie stared at Kevin’s eyes, shuddering at the bright white
that stared back at him. He leaned down against Kevin and wept, hugging him
tightly, not wanting to admit that he had lost a friend A brother.
When he realized that he was hugging
a dead body, Howie jumped up and out of the car in one fluid motion. He backed
away slowly, shaking his head at the horrible scene. Then he started running
back to the arena to tell everyone else. He ran in a daze, his legs taking him
to the destination that his mind could no longer envision. He flung the door
open and stood there, his mouth gaping open, panting audibly. The music stopped.
The dancing stopped. Time stopped. His eyes looked in turn at each and every one
of the people that stood staring back at him from the stage.
And suddenly, Kevin’s image
flashed before his eyes. He screamed, piercing the silence that had now filled
the large arena and startling everyone on stage. He ran to them, his arms
outstretched. They backed away from him instinctively, staring, horrified, at
the blood that covered his entire body. He looked like a scene from Carrie.
“Please…Kevin…” Howie
started, the screamed again as he saw Kevin’s eyes flash before his. He placed
his hands over his eyes to shut out the vision. “Kevin…is…DEAD!”
The last word rang out like a
bullet, piercing the heart of everyone in its path. He nodded at them and began
to lead them wordlessly back to the parking lot. There he pointed at the car
from a good distance, not wanting to go near it. Brian was the first one to
approach the car. He advanced slowly, cautiously. He stared at the scene for a
moment, then bolted from it, dropping to his knees just in front of the car’s
front bumper. He cried, beating on the hood. Howie stood there shaking, ignoring
the blood that was now beginning to cake on his skin.
Chapter Four
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