Chapter 11: Greed over Love
I lifted my aching body from the wooden counter and began to cough up a storm. It felt like I hadn’t breathed for days. When I finally caught my breath I turned around to find Kayla standing there eyeing the revolver she used to defend me.
I started but let out another hacking cough.
“What happened? I thought you died? What?”
“All will be explained soon.”
She gave me a cheap smile and turned towards the living room. I took a quick look around the room and matched eyes with the villainous man who lay before me. Out of fear I quickly followed up behind Kayla who walked as if nothing was to fear. When we made it to the living room everyone was panting and gripping their chests out of breath.
“KAYLA? WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU-“
“Nope. Still here.”
She smiled as she let her fingers glide through the sleek surface of the revolver.
“How’d you live? Where’d you get those clothes? What’s going on?” Chase poured out into words rapidly asking questions but Kayla remained UN frustrated and replied calmly.
“All will be answered in due time.”
“Where’d the killer go?” I asked stealing the attention away from Kayla.
“After he slammed Evan through that glass coffee table the pussy made a dash out the door. We barely had any time to catch him.”
Chase answered straightening his posture.
I let out a sigh when suddenly the door leading to the back porch bursted open.
“You’re right on time.” Kayla yelped down the hall and a very familiar voice answered.
“Just a little.”
Soon emerged the murderous woman who we believed murdered Kayla. She clenched Trent’s gun to the back of his head that had a bloodied nose and a torn shirt.
“Oh my god TRENT!” Nichole screamed as she made a frantic dash for him but halted when the woman aimed the gun in her direction.”
“Not so fast.” The woman said wearing a large grin.
“Look bitch I kicked your ass befo-“
“First off. My names Kat. K? And seeing I’m the one with the gun you don’t get to talk to me like that. Now, get the fuck out of my sight before you’re boyfriend is picking your brains up off the floor.”
Kat said this in a surprisingly calm tone. Nichole slowly backed away from the woman and into Chase’s arms.
“Kayla? What the fuck is going on here?” I asked letting go of her hand.
“You see Chris.”
Kayla began stepping over a broken piece of wood.
“This entire scheme here.”
“Scheme?” I asked squinting my eyes.
“You know, pretending to love you, taking this trip with you, acting like I gave a shit about any of you. You know scheme. Was a trap.”
Trent spat out a large wad of blood from his mouth and began talking.
“Kayla, how could you? We loved you. You were like family to us.”
“Aww really? Too bad. You see. When Trent killed that kid and decided to bury him that basically ruined my entire life. Ensuring me at least a lifetime in prison taking me away from my entire family, ruining any chance I’ve ever had at being happy before it even started.”
“But they wouldn’t have known it was us even if they found the body, what’re you talking about?”
“See that’s where you’re wrong Trent. How do you think they found the body in the first place? You remember your little friend Taylor you so fucking effortlessly told? Yea, she was quick on ACCIDENTLY stumbling over his body. Taylor claimed she accidently stumbled across his body and reported it to the cops. She was close to telling them the full story but I took care of that.”
“YOU BITCH.” Trent roared.
“Now, Now. Settle down.” Kat said digging the pistol deeper in the back of his skull.
“Where were do the rest of us play in all of this? Who are those people and are you working with Rupert?”
I quickly stacked question after question as my trust for Kayla went out the window.
“Well, those people that have been trying to kill you are Rupert’s cousins. You see, the boy you killed comes from a long line of Ex cons they were eager for revenge. You remember a few years back, those families were found slaughtered and they were robbed of their possessions only for their murders continued on as if it never happened?”
“The Oak Wood massacre…” I whispered loud enough for the entire room to hear.
“That’s Right.” Kayla grinned as she dipped the revolver my way.
“After the murderers were easily found they were put in a asylum only to escape within a few months time, Never to be found again.”
“Until now that is…” Kat interrupted grinning the grin of a tortured soul.
“Rupert was going to use the money to transport his family out of the country and start fresh, but upon his son being killed… these plans were ruined. Rupert’s now a lonely old man seeking any possible source of money, he’s basically seconds away from being evicted from his pent house and all of his items are near repossession. Rupert’s in a lot of debt and he’ll doing anything to pay it off. I simply struck a deal with him in which he promised me a small profit of the money in return.”
“Money….? What money?”
“Chris, Chris, Chris. Only if you’d let me finish. Now where was I?”
Kayla paused near the shattered glass table in which Evan stood. She dropped her finger upon her chin and continued.
“Ah! Rupert wanted us to come in here and kill you all. Torch the house after and make it look like some freak accident. He had me play this little puppet where it was my duty to make sure we got to the house no matter what and seeing Trent here forgot our reservations that was easily handled. This house is old; it has to have at least 70 years on it. Rupert was planning on cashing out BIG on the insurance policy-“
“But the tables have turned.” Kat finished as she stepped over to Kayla and delivered a cold blooded tongue kiss. They kissed for a few seconds, minutes even. But that was all it took for Evan to plot out his attack. He lightly gripped a large shard of broken glass and practically flew across the room at Kayla.
Kayla muttered before raising the revolver to Evans head and blowing it to chunks.
“What a waste. I planned on killing him first anyway.”
Instantly Ratchel began intensely weeping and Charlie was quick to calm her.
“Kayla… how could you be so…”
“Carless? Oh that’s easy.” She answered me before I could finish.
“You fucking bitch. I loved you.”
“Aw, was I supposed to care?” She said using the gun as a pillow imitating a baby.
“What did you mean the tables turned?”
Trent interrupted us ignoring the fact our lifelong friend had just be carelessly murdered before our eyes.
“Well you see… Kat and I have our own plan in store. This is the part where we kill you all and plot it as if one of you snapped and went on a killing spree leaving us the only two survivors. We take all of the credit and leave none to Rupert reeling in book signings, interviews, fame, and fortune. Can you imagine it? We’ll be known throughout the world for surviving, and we’ll call it the Red wood massacre. Neat isn’t it? I play the girlfriend who was too helpless to save her boyfriend from being put to death and Kat here plays the local hero who comes UN expectedly to save the day.”
Kayla paused and faced Kat once again as Kat began speaking.
“Now… Who’s first to die?” Kat said letting out a slight moan.
“You are.” Trent said breaking away from her grip and delivering a head butt directly on her nostril sending sparks of blood flying throughout the room. Kayla began to fire a few shots but I clubbed her over the head with a wooden chair. I kicked the gun out of Kayla’s reach before she was able to jump back to her feet. Kat attempted to shoot Trent but Nichole grabbed her wrist and directed it towards the ceiling and blew out one of the bulbs on the chandelier.
“Just give up Charlie this won’t end well for you.” Kayla began to explain.
“Oh really? You’re the one that’s out numbered.”
“See. That were you’re wrong Chris.”
Suddenly, two large figures emerged at the top of the staircase. One of which being the one we injured before wielding the very meat cleaver we used against him.
“Fuck, guys we’re not going to be able to win we have to move NOW.” Ratchel yelled tugging Charlie’s arm towards the door. I attempted to run but Kayla maneuvered my leg and had me on the ground before I could even flinch.
“Going somewhere Chris?” Kayla said manically as the figures stepped down the stairs.
I stared as Trent darted out of the door following Ratchel and Charlie. I jumped towards my feet and eyed Nichole whom was still struggling over the pistol Kat.
“Know what Kayla. Actually No. I’m not going anywhere at all.” I quickly reached for the revolver that lay before and twirled onto my back letting off two good shots.
“Missed me.” Kayla said edging towards me.
“Wasn’t aiming for you.”
I let out a smile as Kayla began muttering her last words.
“Well then what were you aiming f-“
The chandelier had come crashing down on top of Kayla’s body, crushing her beneath it.
Shrieked Kat. Nichole landed a knee directly into Kats off guard chest causing her to clench her stomach and creep backwards. Nichole snatched the cold gun from Kats clenched hands and stepped towards her. Nichole jumped a few feet off the ground and successfully planted a double kick directly onto Kats torso sending her body crashing out the window and into the bushes.
“Stupid bitch. I told you I’d kick your ass again.” Nichole said as she stood before the window panting. I looked towards the door and there stood the two male figures eying me back.
“shit.” I mumbled to myself as I backed away towards Nichole.
“What’re we going to do?” Nichole asked me backing away.
“We’re going to have to head out the back. C’mon we have to hurry, SPRINT!”
Suddenly I felt my feet lift me off the ground and towards the kitchen. I listened behind me a Nichole's footsteps followed. We were darting towards the kitchen and out the back door which Kat left wide open. I was afraid of looking behind me in fear of being killed before I had the chance to face forward again. Nichole soon passed me up causing me to feel as if I was running to slow. Suddenly I felt my foot slip and I felt my body make a crash land on the hard planks of the kitchen floor. Nichole kept her pace and darted out of the back door without worrying if I was behind her or not. I leapt back to my feet after hearing the footsteps of the murderous victims near me. I couldn’t have kept running outside my legs were tired and useless. They would’ve caught up with me and reaped me of my life. I had to think quick I cracked open the basement door as fast as I could turned off the light, and hid, silently hoping no one would hear my heavy panting.