Sons of Night

Mayden's POV
I lay in my bed, head spinning, just trying to focus on some thoughts. I had come home, and I had lied as Andy had instructed. After a bit of confusion a bit of quick thinking I had them convinced that I had been so upset by the bullying incident that I'd spent the weekend in the school basement and all I wanted was to be left alone. My head still spun and hurt from all the cameras in my direction. All the flashing lights and reporters throwing questions in my face. I had quickly tried to distill the confusion and convince them that I had never been with the serial killer, I had to stop those rumors right away. The newsgroups would not be satisfied, though. They kept pressing on with their questions: how did I escape? Where did he keep me? Who was he? All I could tell them was that I was never with him at all, and yet they refused to believe me.
Eventually my parents corralled me inside and told all of the cameras to go away. They finally did go away after a few hours of waiting outside the doors. I guess they decided that I wasn't coming back out to make a statement. I had convinced my parents (and the police officers) inside of where I'd been, begged for dinner, and then asked to be let alone to shower and go to bed. My parents had complied. So there I was in bed trying to keep my thoughts straight, I had to work out in my head of what was lies what was truth and what actually happened. You know that feeling when you tell a lie so hard that it starts to seem to be the truth. I wanted to entirely convince myself that the woods had never happened.
There was no way I could though. I laid in my own bed and worried about them. I couldn't help it, they were all good people, from what I could see at least. I wondered if they'd found Andy's parents. If they hadn't CC would be dead for sure and I didn't want that. They seemed like genuinely nice people, who had just made mistakes. Worst of all I couldn't stop thinking about Andy. I hated it so much, but I couldn't stop. As I drifted to sleep I would begin to dream that I could feel his arms around me. That I could feel his body pressed up against my back and his breath on my neck. The dreams were so real that I kept snapping awake suddenly to get him out before my parents came and found him there. Then I woke up disoriented every time with the phantom feeling of his arms still clinging to me. I hated it, but I wanted the affection he gave me. Eventually I got tired enough to fall asleep.
Andy's POV
As I began to wake up I was in the cabin, and I could feel Mayden's head on my chest. I reached over to wrap my arm around her but I touched nothing but air. I peeled my eyes open and Mayden faded as I remembered that I was in my bedroom. Even in the daytime it was real, I half expected it not to be. I rolled out of bed and saw that my clothes had been washed and laid next to the bed. I looked at the clock, the red glaring letter said that it was nearly 2pm. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, I hadn't slept that long in years. There was a gentle rap at my door.
"Andy, are you up?" My mom's voice came in through the door.
"Yeah,"
"Why don't you go take a shower, your dad is making brunch it'll be ready pretty soon,"
"Okay," I heard her walk away. I had to check in the mirror and make sure I was still an adult. She said it like nothing had changed. I rolled out of bed and padded across the floor to my closet. I stretched and scratched my head as I opened up the closet. If I remembered correctly I knew that the towels were in the back of the closet. It was dark and I instinctively reached for the light switch. As I touched it it gave me a little zap, it always did that. I flicked the switch and revealed the walk in closet with all of my old clothes.
I ran my hand over them. The soft cotton band t-shirt and my old hockey jersey. I looked at the shoes, so much leather. There was a rack with makeup, belts, necklaces and any other accessories you could think of. I could have stayed there forever comparing the size of the clothes to how big I was now. I couldn't do that though. I had to focus. I was in that house for more than just taking care of CC. We needed to use this as a base of operations so we could get into the school steal the security tapes and get out.
I grabbed a towel and left the closet. I took my clothes down the hall and into the bathroom. It smelled so familiar. I got in the shower and as I washed I thought. We suspected someone in the school was tampering with the security tapes to make it seem like they were invisible. We were nearly positive that whoever was doing this was taking girls directly from the school. If we found the tapes before they could tamper with them maybe we'd be able to see the killer. That was the hope anyway. Getting into the school without being suspected was a different story and we needed to plan, but first I had to figure out how to explain all of this to my parents. Where I had been, what I’d been doing all this time.
I sighed and ran my hand through my wet hair. I was stressed, more stressed than I’d ever been. I’d spent my whole morning thinking so much about how we’d manage to get into the school that I’d forgotten. The one person who knew the most about the school and the people in it could have been dead. That made me sick to my stomach. How in the world could have become so self centered that I forgot about CC. As far as I knew he didn’t survive the night. I pressed my forehead into the cold shower wall and tried to steady my breathing. My chest clenched at the mere thought of everything that was going on. There was no way that I could balance everything, but I had to. I straightened myself and finished my shower.
I left the bathroom feeling better than I had when I went in. I decided that I was just going to take everything step by step. The first step was making sure that CC was okay. I would go downstairs and talk to Jinxx and figure out what was up. I was walking back past my room when a hand clamped down hard on my shoulder. The sudden touch surprised me and I whirled in a circle pushing the hand off of me. In front of me stood Jinxx. He looked worse than I’d ever seen him, except maybe in the very beginning when we first met. He had dark rings under glaring, bloodshot eyes. His face was paler than I’d ever seen, which was saying something, his skin was so waxy white that I almost felt like I was looking at his skull. In short it looked like he was dreadfully ill and hadn’t slept all night. He grabbed the front of my shirt with a trembling hand, his strength was surprising, given that he looked so sick. I was too shocked to speak, he had never come at me with aggression before. He pulled on the front of my shirt and forced me to bend down to his height.
“Do not ever put me in a position where I have to operate on someone again. Ever. Or someone will end up dead and it might be me,” He rasped in my ear, his voice shaking.
“Dude what happened? Is CC okay? Are you okay?” I asked.
“If you mean alive by okay then yes, we’re both okay. CC is probably more better off than I am. As for what happened. All night I thought I was having nightmares. Blood filled bathtubs and internal organs. Then I realized that I was awake. They weren’t dreams, they were memories. I spent all last night having flashbacks to the man I killed,” He whispered, his grip on my shirt weakening, his eyes that had been looking into mine so intensely began to slip away and drifted off to the side. He paled even further as he looked at a blank wall, his eyes widened in terror.
“Jinxx, what are you seeing? There’s nothing there,” I said.
“That man, I see his wallet. It’s open on the floor. Inside are pictures. He had a wife and kids, there faces are so covered by his blood that I can barely make them out. He’s with them in the pictures and they look so happy. Those kids don’t have a dad now. I murdered him,” Jinxx said with a gasp. His hands slipped away from me as he collapsed to the ground. I went down with him grabbing his body so that he didn’t hit the ground past his knees. His head fell forward onto my shoulder and I held him there. His body trembled as sobs racked his frame.
“It’s okay, it’s over. No one blames you, it wasn’t your fault. It’s the past now, what’s done is done,” I said rubbing his back. Truth was that I didn’t know. I knew nothing about his past. For all I knew it was entirely his fault and he’d just brutally murdered a man for fun. I didn’t let him know that though. He was still my friend. I’d never seen him break down like that before. It scared me to realize that I knew none of the guy’s stories but my own. They all knew mine, but I knew nothing about them. Just that there was a crime that they committed that they thought wasn’t their fault.
“I didn’t mean to kill him, I really didn’t,” Jinxx squeaked into my shoulder choking on the words. I could feel his tears soaking into my shirt.
“It’s okay man, we all know it was an accident,” I said. He leaned on me heavily.
“I was just trying to save my baby,”

Notes

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