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 Four

          Howie knew then why the guys actually believed that he had killed Kevin. He had reacted so crazily, screaming at nothing, covered from head to toe in blood. Kevin’s blood.

          He thought back to the way that Brian had reacted to finding Kevin that way. He had run from the scene, crying uncontrollably in front of the car. Howie remembered how he had reacted. He jumped into the car and shook Kevin. He couldn’t exactly call that a normal reaction. Plus, in the police’s eyes, his fingerprints were all over the body, clothing, and the car. He was covered in Kevin’s blood. What more could they need to convict him?

          Howie checked his watch. He still had ten minutes to meet AJ at the police station. He knew he had to set the story straight and he could start with talking to his best friend…and the police.

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          “So tell me your story again?” The policeman asked him, saying the word “story” as if it were just that—some story that Howie had made up.

          Howie sighed and told him the same thing for the third time that day. He knew they were looking for inconsistencies and since he was innocent, he evidently passed their tests. But the look that the two officers exchanged made Howie think that they still believed it was him.

          “You know, what’s the point in telling you guys this if you’re not even going to listen to me with an open mind?” Howie demanded, slamming his fist down on the table. “All you’ve done is sit here and stare at me with eyes that tell me plainly that you don’t believe a word that’s coming out of my mouth! Well, you better believe it because it’s the truth!” Howie scooted the chair back roughly creating a grating sound of the chair on the metal flooring. He walked angrily towards the door, hesitating only to wait for the guard to let him pass.

          Howie walked past his car and kept walking down the dark, deserted street. He jammed his hands in his pockets and tried to make himself relax. He counted to ten, he held his breath…he did everything. But he was still tense from worry, the thought that he was next still plaguing him.

          The streetlights were low and spread apart. Every time that Howie passed underneath one, he felt safer, more relaxed. As soon as he stepped out of the fortress of light that protected him from unknown evil, he hunched his shoulders over and walked faster, praying he would get to the next light. His breathing became low and raspy. He decided that it was about time he headed for his car and drove home.

          He turned around and was relieved when he saw that no one was behind him, following him as he had expected. He inhaled deeply and began the long walk back. About halfway, he heard a slight giggle and hurried footsteps. He turned around, his eyes wide with fright and his heart expecting the worst.

          He stared straight into the face of a hooker looking for good money. She smiled at him coyly. He grimaced and turned back around. He heard more giggling and this time he ignored it, feeling angry now and not worried.

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          Ebony giggled again, knowing that Howie wouldn’t worry about her following him closely behind. She had seen his encounter with the prostitute and knew that he would think it was her. She giggled again, imagining just how she would kill Howie.

          She ran a few steps, coming directly behind him, only about six feet away. She smiled greatly, licking her lips in anticipation. She inhaled deeply, sighing when she smelled the scent of cologne on Howie and imagining it to be blood…she giggled.

          She jogged a few more steps until she was about to walk on the back of his shoes. She reached out her hands slowly, moving them so that she could grab his mouth if he decided to scream.

          “Hello, lover,” she whispered, poising herself for when she turned around.

          Instead, she heard a car horn behind her. She turned, blinded by the car headlights, and jumped into one of the alleys next to her. She watched closely as Howie walked up to the window of the approaching car.

          “Hey, AJ.” He sounded tired.

          “Hop in, I’ll give you a lift.” AJ shouted from the darkness.

          “Can you take me to my car? It’s still parked in the police station parking lot.” Howie opened the door and got in. Obviously, neither of them had noticed Ebony and she was relieved.

          Dammit! I was so close! Ebony slammed the dumpster behind her hard with her fist, ignoring the pulsating ache that made her hand close with pain. Bastard, just you wait. You’ll die next. And you’ll get it worse than Kevin. She nodded, her mouth grim in the darkness. Much worse.

Chapter Five
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