Archie Smith, Boy Wonder

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Submitted: May 17, 2015

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Archie wasn't able to sleep. Maybe he just wasn't tired, or maybe it was the cancer. He didn't know. But what
he did know was that something was going to happen. He had the sick feeling that told him this.
  The feeling grew stronger whenever the door creaked open. He kept pretending to be asleep as he heard voices.
The voices seemed to belong to at least two people. But who? A tiny voice asked, "Is he the one?" Archie was
confused. Was he the one for what? Who was this man speaking to? Why was the man in his room? Who is he?
  "Yes. His name's Archie Smith. He's on to us. He has to die, that's what you said, right? So pick his poison." 
Archie wanted to scream. What was going on?! Who was this woman and that man? Why were they here? How 
do they know him? 
  Archie had so many questions, but little to no answers. He was just about to open his eyes and scream for help
when suddenly his blanket was ripped off his bed. His eyes shot open, but he couldn't scream or moved. It was as
if he was paralyzed. He couldn't breathe. 
  Archie tried to move, but could barely even struggle. He was being held down by another invisible force, and
this time, it wasn't just gravity. But what could be doing such a thing? Once again, Archie found himself at a
loss for answers.
  His lungs burned for air. Their seemed to be no oxygen in the room. He stopped struggling, his eyes rolling into
the back of his head, announcing his death. The girl finally stepped out of the shadows and stood beside the bed.
"He's gone, Aiden. You can stop now."
  Aiden followed her orders and stepped back. She walked through him, a chill spreading over her, but didn't
mind it. Neither did he. Aiden watched as she took out her pocket knife that she'd found outside one day. The 
girl went to work carefully, gloves covering her hands to leave no fingerprints.
  She gently pushed the blade into the flesh as if it were a scalpel and she were his surgeon. Carefully, she carved
something into his skin. Afterwards, she backed away and read it aloud. "November 4th, 3 A.M.." The two of 
them wouldn't get caught, they were sure of that. But one day, if they were caught somehow, only the girl could
be punished. Aiden wasn't even alive anymore.
  Twelve year old Electra Evans sat outside the interrogation room, watching as Detective Gregory Allens stuffed
his face with donuts and coffee. "He could lay off of those," Electra thought to herself.
  Did the cancer actually have the power to suffocate him? No. That was impossible in her mind, meaning her
step parents had lied to her again. Electra was smart enough to know that someone killed him.
  "Who would kill our little boy?" Her step mother had said just an hour ago. Oh, Electra knew who. But when 
she'd tried to speak up, her step father had silenced her, deciding to speak for the little girl. No one seemed to 
want her input, for they all saw her as either an idiot or a brat, and sometimes both.
  She despised this, yet she couldn't stop them. However, she did rebel against them in her own way--a trick she
had learned before Taylor and Landon adopted her. She was adopted when she was two with Archie, who was 
five.
  Taylor and Landon took a bigger liking to Archie, who had cancer in his stomach. They didn't like Electra 
because she was too different from them. This problem was common with society, so she couldn't exactly 
complain because she had it better than most people.
  Perhaps these were the reasons she had a secret hatred for everyone and everything. She was especially 
annoyed at the empathy they showed, which she had none of. But she faked her empathy anyway.
  To sum up her thoughts--the pale, red headed, freckle faced, blue eyed twelve year old hated to be ignored 
and insulted, but she wasn't going to cry about it like most girls her age. Again, she lacked empathy.
  Electra was glad when Taylor and Landon Greene, her step parents, walked out of the interrogation room.
They got into the car silently, but Electra was full of questions that would hurt them. "Let's go back to Archie. 
He's still at home, correct?"
  "Ellie.. Archie's not.. Archie's dead. He died," Taylor told her.
  "Nah dip, Sherlock. Where is he, though?" She said aloud. Two sets of teary, hazel eyes glared at her 
immediately.
  "Shut up!" The two owners of the eyes said in unison before they started to drive away. Electra scowled, but 
didn't say another word. Landon and Taylor decided that the house wasn't safe, so they all ended up staying the night in a hotel for up
to three days. The two adults constantly kept up with small talk, hoping it would help them feel better.
  On the third morning, Electra received permission to go stick her feet in the indoor pool on the first floor. 
When she arrived there, a fifteen year old girl named Katy Matthews was already swimming there. She'd 
conversed with the little girl, even though she really didn't care.
  The last thing Katy remembered before leaving to the elevator was Electra saying, "My brother like to explore.
We called him Wonder Boy, but he liked Boy Wonder better." Katy seriously didn't care. In fact, she had wanted
to rip Electra's tongue out just so she wouldn't have to hear the little girl talk. The thought was morbid, but 
undeniably true.
  Katy stepped onto the elevator and then pressed the button for the sixth floor. It went up to the third floor 
and didn't open. It was stuck. "Hello, Katy Matthews."
  "Who said that?" She immediately asked the male's voice. She was confused. Their was no way another voice
could be in the elevator with her. Their weren't any speakers, people, or cameras. "This isn't funny!"
  Suddenly, it was as if she couldn't breathe. She felt like something was wrapped around her throat, so she 
started to claw at it, trying to break free. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the ground. She kept
struggling, trying to cheat death.
  She started to see double until she didn't see at all, for she was dead. She wasn't coming back. She was just
gone. The elevator door finally opened again, the girl coming in. Quickly, she put her gloves on and went to
work with her knife. She steadied Katy's arm and carved into the warm flesh before reading it aloud again.
  "November 7th, 2010. 10 A.M.." Aiden and the girl left the scene, leaving no evidence or witnesses that could 
reveal them behind. When the body was found around noon, Taylor and Landon evacuated the hotel with 
Electra. Detective Lydia Sanders found it suspicious, but never questioned them.
  According to the police, the two murders were done by two Mexican teenagers who were on the run from
border control. "Maybe if they decreased the amount of donuts and coffee they consumed, they'd grow smarter,"
Electra had thought. But she knew that it was clear that they'd never catch the real killers anytime soon.
  No murders happened for nearly a whole week down in Ocean Springs. But, that didn't last for too long. The 
Friday of the week that Electra returned to school, she was excited. Heather Hanks, her best friend, had invited
Electra over to her house to stay the night.
  Taylor and Landon allowed her to, which made both Heather and Electra happy. But, by morning, Heather 
was dead. It was the same cause as Archie Smith and Katy Matthews--asphyxiation. Heather's arm had read,
"November 13th, 2010. 5:45 A.M.."
  This time, Electra Evans was finally allowed to speak for herself, for she was brought in to give a statement of
her own. She was ecstatic when she was informed of this.
  "Do you know of anyone who would kill Archie Smith or Heather Hanks? Maybe even Katy Matthews?" Lydia 
Sanders, the only detective who was smart and used context clues, questioned. Electra liked her, but knew she
had to go.
  "Yes ma'am. I saw them do it," Electra told the sun burnt brunette, glaring into her hazel eyes. It made Lydia
feel uneasy, for the little girl seemed extremely strange.
  "You didn't think to tell anyone?" Lydia saw Electra shrug. "Okay, whatever. Just.. Just tell me who killed
these innocent people."
  "You sure you want to know?"
  "Yes, Electra."
  "Taylor Greene."
  Lydia stared at Electra for a moment. Taylor couldn't have killed any of the three victims. For Archie, she was 
at work. Katy, Taylor was asleep. And for Heather, Taylor was no where around. In fact, Landon and Taylor had
been at work once again. 
  Electra's accusation just didn't fit. Both Taylor and Landon had alibis that were confirmed. Yet, here Electra 
sat, accusing her step mother of murder. It didn't add up.
  "Electra?"
  "Yes ma'am?"
  "Studies show that most serial killers lack the part of their brain that provides empathy. This means that they
have no empathy. Yet, this doesn't always mean that serial killers have no empathy. Are you with me so far?"
  "Of course," Electra beamed.
  "Now, from what I've observed, Taylor and Landon both have empathy. But you? You seem to be indifferent 
towards others. Are you sure you aren't trying to cover up your own crimes by accusing someone else?"
  Electra frowned at Lydia. Lydia was smart, she'd give her that. But not smart enough. "No ma'am! I just think
that if theirs a murderer running around town, it's better to pretend to hate everyone so if the murderer is 
wanting to hurt me, they'd have to kill me them self instead of someone else. The truth is, I love everything in 
the human existence. Except bugs. They give me the creeps." 
  Lydia couldn't help but laugh at the last part. "Okay. Well, until evidence suggests otherwise, I can't interrogate
Taylor Green just yet. But, if you ever find any physical evidence--such as a recording, a diary, witnesses, or the
item used to suffocate the victims--give me a call. Your mother said my number is on her fridge, correct?'
  "Yes ma'am," Electra grinned again. "May I go get a drink of water before you bring me home?" 
  "Go ahead. I'll meet you at the front desk in a few minutes. If I'm not there in ten minutes, ask Detective
Allens to bring you."
  Electra stood and walked to the door. "Okay. But, theirs one more thing I forgot to tell you."
  "I'm all ears," Lydia answered. 
  "You're going to die." Lydia couldn't react quick enough as the door was shut and locked. She tried to stand, 
but it was as if she was glued to the chair. Lydia was almost able to scream for help, but she froze from fear as
her lungs began to burn for air. 
  She felt a pain in her arm before hearing an invisible and unfamiliar man's voice. The voice said, "November
14th, 2010. 4:45 A.M.." After the voice spoke, her gun seemed to be floating. It was silenced by a silencer as the
trigger was pulled and a bullet went into her head.
  Lydia Sanders was found dead the very next day. No one seemed to suspect Electra was the murderer anymore.
The police assumed that either they had an intruder or Lydia committed suicide.
  Once again, Ocean Springs was nearly murder free for a whole week. Electra, Taylor, and Landon all three 
grew closer to each other. Landon was convinced that Electra was the murderer. He'd heard her talking to some
body the previous night. But who could it be? She'd been all alone and didn't have a phone.
  He found it quite peculiar, really. Yet, he never said anything in fear of becoming her next victim. Taylor had 
just asked Landon to go bring Electra to get ice cream. He was worried, but didn't show it. He didn't want to 
raise any suspicion from Electra. He was about to tell Electra to get into the car, but stopped as he listened to 
her bone chilling words. 
  "Aiden!! We can't kill anyone else. We chose Lydia to be third, not Taylor," Electra said. Landon was confused.
Electra was way too young to murder, right? It almost seemed impossible. He knew what he had to do. Electra
was too young to go to jail, and he didn't know for sure that she was an actual murderer. 
  So he planned to bring her to an asylum instead of an ice cream shop. As he got himself and Electra into the
car, he couldn't help but feel scared. He didn't even know that his day of judgment was just around the corner.
  He was halfway to the asylum when Electra spoke up. "Father?"
  "Yes, kiddo?"
  "I know where we're going. I'm not stupid. We passed the ice cream shop five minutes ago."
  "No, Electra, we're going to a new one. It has a lot of new flavors and toppings. It's awesome."
  "Your desperate attempts to lie just humor me," Electra laughed. "Aiden and I killed the three."
  "What are you talking about, Ellie?" He was obviously afraid. Electra loved this.
  "Kill him, Aiden. Now!" She yelled. Landon couldn't react fast enough when suddenly the car crashed into what
seemed to be nothing. Immediately afterwards, the authorities were called. 
  Landon was killed by the impact of the crash. Electra suffered a seizure along with trauma to the head, which
also triggered a seizure. Taylor, of course, was devastated. Her golden hair didn't even have a speck of grey in it,
yet she had to bury two of her loved ones already. 
  Taylor knew she'd neglected Electra a lot, so she felt guilty. She still felt that Electra was pretty much her own
child. The reason she'd adopted both Archie and Electra in the first place was because she was unable to have 
kids of her own. 
  Taylor was the most upset about Electra because she felt that Archie and Landon were safe and watching over
her, but Electra might never wake up. She didn't like the idea of her little girl suffering through a coma. Yet, 
deep down Taylor knew that Electra would survive, because she was a survivor. This fact was true in more ways
than Taylor knew.
  No progress was made for quite a while until a Wednesday. Finally, Electra began to wake up. At this time, her
doctor began to cough up blood. He was going to die. Fluids, mostly water and blood, were stuck in his throat,
which blocked the oxygen from going into his lungs.
  The crimson fluid that was vital to his existence dripped from his mouth and splattered onto the wall, coloring
both his graying beard and the peeling, white paint of the hospital room. He dropped to the ground, struggling
while Taylor tried to help, but to no avail.
  He kept struggling, ending his life faster. Electra was brought to another room to recover, which she did within
a few days. Taylor began to grow suspicious of the little girl. Electra didn't like this. In her mind, Taylor needed
to die. 
  Electra didn't talk to Taylor while they went home. In fact, she waited until Taylor was getting ready for bed 
before she spoke. 
  "Mother?"
  "Yes, sweetpea?"
  "Happy judgment day!"
  Taylor stood and glared down at Electra. "Death isn't anything to joke about! Especially not with the recently
occurring events."
  Electra crept closer, her grin looking creepier in the dim light. "But, Mother. Aiden and I killed them. We killed
Archie, Katy, Heather, Lydia, the doctor. You're next, Mommy."
  "Electra Evans, stop this instant! It is not funny!"
  "Aiden says I'm the Devil's daughter, as morbid as that seems. But I accept it, because it seems right," Electra
paused. "Mother? You're going to die within a few minutes."
  Taylor was quick to think of a plan. She threw her brush at Electra as a distraction before running to lock her
self in the bathroom. Electra laughed as the brush hit her arm. "That tickled, mother!"
  Taylor managed to grab her phone from the bathroom counter as the little girl pounded on the door. Taylor 
called the insane asylum, assuming that her daughter was only a lunatic--not a murderer.
  "Let me in, mother!" Electra screamed one last time. She wasn't going to give up. She stopped pounding on the
door. Instead, she resorted to carving her name into the door. "Electra Evans," She read aloud. She left her knife
behind and then sat on the couch in the living room--the room Electra had wanted to kill in, just to be able to
make the ironic pun.
  She sat in loud silence, for the only sound she could hear was sobs and the ticking of the clock. She was soon 
put into a strait jacket and brought to an insane asylum. She didn't fight them. She remained calm, which was
the creepiest thing she could do. 
  She was left in a padded cell room located in the asylum. Electra knew how to escape both the strait jacket 
and the asylum, but she wanted to gain a little more freedom first. So she waited until the perfect moment.
  Four years of silence, lunatics, and loneliness later--she wasn't in a strait jacket anymore. She escaped her cell
and went through the vents and sewage pipes just to escape.
  After her escape, the authorities assumed they'd found her dead body in one of the sewage pipes. She was 
announced dead, even though she was actually alive. She'd murder every once and a while now, but found ways
to control it. Deep down, most people knew she was probably alive, but they didn't assume anything, for the
authorities had stopped searching for her. 
  Taylor Greene became a lonely cat lady, not wanting to face the fear of losing yet another loved one. She 
wrote biographies and documentaries about Electra Evans, also directing reenactments of her actions. 
  Years went on and she was never caught. She lived in Florida now, also marrying another serial killer named
Isaac Brown. She had to end him within a year for he was trying to turn them in.
  Electra always blamed Archie for the way she was. In her opinion, it was all his fault. She knew Archie was
rotting six feet underground at the Rock and Roll Graveyard down in St. Martin, Mississippi. 
  She liked Florida way better. She was free! No one cared for Delilah Anderson, for they didn't know she was
actually Electra Evans. She was a whole new person in Florida. Her skin was now tan instead of pale, her hair
black instead of red. Her electric blue eyes, which she was originally named after, was the only thing people 
could use to question her identity.
  She didn't have to fear anything as she lived in the open. She knew that the people who actually hid would 
always be caught, even if no one was looking for 'em. 
  So, as if life was an endless game of hide and seek, the world was seeking for her in all the wrong places
while she sat back and watched in plain sight. Electra Evans was the one who got away.


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