Chapter 10: Wednesday the 11th

CHAPTER TEN

Jensen

Wednesday the 11th

I head to my room. Time to make sure I have my mask and weapon ready to go.

We each have our own mask. Our parents force us to keep the specific traditions alive, but we like to put a little spin on things.

Jonas likes to use his version of a Jason mask, and a bat reminiscent of Negan from The Walking Dead . Hals has always had a hard-on for The Purge , so he wears the white bloody mask with the upside-down cross on the forehead and a machete at this side.

I prefer the classic Scream mask and a cleaver.

We have always worn the same mask and used the same weapon. The only change other than the soul we exterminate is the way we torture and kill. This year we have it planned for the woods. No one will be the wiser, thanks to Sigma D hosting a party. How nice of them. Not that they have a choice once we tell them they’ll be throwing it.

Disposal will be easy, perfection at its finest. In case law enforcement somehow catches wind, they’ll never find anything leading back to us. We don’t make mistakes. Not now, not ever.

“Whatcha doing?” Hals steps into the room, apple in hand, taking a bite. The crunching sound is almost as annoying as the fact he’s chewing with his mouth open. There goes my peace and quiet—ruined.

“Do you ever stop eating?” I slide everything back into my box, placing it in the safe hidden within my closet.

“I’m a growing man and I’m going to need all my energy for this weekend. I want my guy to run. It’s the best part.” He laughs as he sits at my desk, shaking my mouse, bringing my computer to life.

While I love my laptop and I can take it with me anywhere, there’s just something about a desktop. Sitting in front of multiple screens as I devise plans to rule the world soothes me.

“You sure Jonas can get her where we want her?” He takes the last bite of his apple, having eaten it down to the core, and tosses it into the wastebasket.

“Yeah. He’s got her wrapped. Especially after you got her off with that nasty ass mouth of yours. Make sure to take the trash with you when you go. I don’t want any food rotting in my room.”

“You’re such a princess. That was hot with her last night, and fuck man, I nutted so hard after he left to take her home.” He reaches down, gripping his cock as he uses his other hand to navigate the mouse, pulling up our private files.

“Midnight, we’ll head out to all the predetermined spots and make sure they are ready for Friday. We just need to make sure we have everything we need stashed.” He brings up the folders with our four victims of the night.

“Our first task is to get each of them to their spot and contained before we make our rounds. The party is the perfect cover. How’s Jonas planning to get Hilary to where we need her?”

“He’s filling her head with mush. He figured out she’s into astronomy, so he’s setting up an elaborate story of how he wants to gaze at the stars with her as she teaches him about the constellations. Even went as far as saying nonsense about working it into their project, something about star-crossed lovers and shit. Bitches are so fucking gullible.”

I laugh as I sit down on the edge of my bed.

“Speaking of bitches, how did she taste?”

He spins around in the chair, facing me with a shit-eating grin.

“Like heaven man. If we weren’t fucking killing her, I’d want to keep her as a toy. Our very own sex slave. I have a feeling her virgin pussy is top-notch. Better than what the three whores our fathers want us to marry are packing. We could train Hilary to be just what we want. Who knows, maybe she’d be a unicorn and have the same lust for blood as we do.”

I nod in agreement.

“Those bitches will never rule at our side. They are delusional. I wish we could kill them tonight and put our fathers’ plans to bed,” he growls.

I sigh. It’s a brilliant fucking idea. It would take a little maneuvering, but we could make it happen. But just as the idea lightens the dark recesses of my mind, reality kicks in.

“As great as that would be, their disappearance would raise too many questions. Are you prepared for them?”

Hals groans as he slumps in the chair, twisting left and right.

“I’m so sick of our fathers thinking they can run our lives, dictating who we’re with. Why can’t we pick the women we want to fucking tie ourselves to for the rest of our lives? The ditsy bitch brigade isn’t who I want, and I don’t think you do either.”

We both blow out a deep breath, sitting in silence. Hals continues working on our plans, as I fall back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Jonas steps into the room a little while later, clearing his throat, and I sit up.

“What’s going on?” He leans against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hals spins around in the chair. “Finalizing plans. What took you so long?”

“You know, sweet-talking Hilary. By the way, we're a go for Friday. She’s meeting me at the location I gave her at ten-thirty. Told her I had to meet with my dad first, so I needed her to meet me there.”

“And she fell for it?” I’m almost astonished at how eager this girl is to believe us.

“Hook, line, and sinker. Did you ever doubt me? All it takes is a few sweet words and they’re sticking to me like honey. It’s sad really how stupid these women are. I actually kind of liked this one,” he says softly at the end.

As much as I hate to admit it, the nerd’s growing on me, too. I’m glad this will be over soon, so we don’t have to worry about her complicating our lives.

“So, when are we heading to the woods? I’m starving!” Jonas exclaims at the same time his stomach growls.

“Later. You done on the computer, Hals? We can get some pizza or burgers. I’m hungry too, and we still have a lot of shit to do tonight.”

With that, we all head out. The big day is almost here.

Four hours later, we’re at the last spot. The one that’ll end Hilary James’ life. It was a short one, but one that won’t be missed. Not by anyone. I wonder how long it will take for someone to notice she’s gone. By the time they do, her room will be long-cleared. Nothing to show she was even there. Hell, that she even existed for that matter, other than her grades. She’ll be another kid from the wrong side of the tracks who simply couldn’t hack it.

As we’re walking back to Hals’ truck, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Pulling it out, I answer, not even bothering to check who it is. In hindsight, I should have.

“What the hell are the three of you doing?” my father’s loud voice growls at me.

“We’re finishing the prep for Friday. Like we always do. Why?”

He sighs deeply and I already know it’s because of my blunt words.

“I’ve been fielding calls from your future wives' fathers this evening. What is this about you blowing them off and hanging out with some low-ass bitch?”

“Dad, she’s the final girl. We have to play nice with her to ensure she’s where we want her. Unless, of course, you don’t want us to continue with tradition and celebrate the thirteenth.” I switch it to speaker so the guys listen.

“Of course, you are to do what you need for tradition. But to speak to your women like you did today before you’re married is unacceptable.”

Both Hals and Jonas hold their fingers up to their heads and pretend to pull a trigger.

“They’re not our women. You chose them, we didn't. Besides, we can’t very well do what we need with them hanging off our cocks. Weren’t you the one to always tell us they’re just trophy wives, that we don’t have to love or respect them?”

“Do. Not. Use. My. Words. Against. Me.” He slowly enunciates each word. “I don’t need to have their fathers calling me because their daughters are bitching at them about you. Just pacify them, let them think they are more than they are. You don’t have much longer until you’re married to them and the deals are sealed. Then you can relegate them to the basement for all I fucking care. They know the score of being married to our family lines. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Dad. Are we done?” I roll my eyes, ready for this shit to be over with. Once we graduate, we can do whatever the hell we want and it won’t be marrying those bitches. Not if we can help it.

“I expect a full report on the success of this Friday the thirteenth. All of us will since I know you have me on speakerphone so the others can listen.”

He doesn’t say goodbye or I love you, son. Not even I’m proud of you for carrying on our tradition. Nope, my ass of a father simply hangs up.

“I hate them all,” I mumble as we climb into the truck and head home.

I need a fucking drink.