7. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Parker
Seeing how irritated my dads face was in the stands after we lost that game, I know as soon as I leave this locker room, I’m going to get an ear full. I can’t blame Hayes though, not fully. His head wasn’t in the game. We all have bad days.
Grabbing my duffle, I go to walk out, but not before my dad walks in, slamming the door open hard enough that it bounces off the wall. Here the fuck we go!
“What the fuck was that, Parker? Vance’s don’t lose!” My dad seethes and the locker room goes quiet. I’m sure they’re ready to see the shit show unfold.
“Chill out, we lost one game. It’s not the end of the fucking world! Can we not do this here?” I reply back, the irritation rising in my tone.
“No, but all I’m going to say is this, enjoy it Parker Vance. Enjoy this little game you play with your friends while you can, because this ain’t it. This isn’t your future. You have a year to get this out of your system, then you know what comes next. And you will fall in line! Just like the others.” He yells in my face, poking his finger into my chest. He better calm the fuck down. Dad or not, I’ll knock his ass out.
Looking around the locker room then back at me once more, he scoffs and walks out, slamming the door behind him. Fuck my fucking life. I can’t stand him and the life he wants for me. I don’t want to be a part of the society, that’s his life, not mine. Slinging my bag over my shoulder once again, I storm out of the locker room and head for the exit of the sports center. I don’t have time for his shit, or him. I have a manhunt to get ready for and a girl to chase. Again.
Let the games begin, Ice Queen. I have some pent up anger I’m about to release on you and I hope you’re ready for me.
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Sitting back in the distance while someone announces the rules, I watch as Syd cracks open her blue glow stick and puts it around her neck. She starts looking side to side, bouncing back and forth on her feet, and I can tell she’s getting nervous. I also know she loves this shit. I learned on maze night that my girl has a thing for primal play. My Ice Queen loves the hunt.
“You must wear the glow stick. Each guy knows what color they picked for you. All I gotta say is run and run fast. Whoever catches you, gets you for twenty four hours. Let the games begin!” He announces with a laugh and blows the horn. I watch as she runs, taking off into the distance and disappearing into the fog, which is extra thick tonight. It gives the cemetery an even creepier vibe than usual. Walking in that direction, I look for the blue glow stick I picked especially for her.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, Ice Queen.” I taunt and hear a twig snap to my left. Turning and picking up speed, I catch a glimpse of her hair whipping in the wind as I hear her soft giggles.
“Come and catch me if you can, jock. Remember, gotta be fast on your feet.” She laughs as she runs, getting closer and closer to the cathedral.
I see her disappear and squat down behind one of the gravestones. I can hear her panting and trying to catch her breath.
“How wet are you? I’m going to wreck you when I get my hands on you, Ice Queen. So I hope you’re ready, because I’ll make sure you can’t walk for days.” I taunt, raising my voice as I get closer and closer to her. She jumps up and makes a beeline for the front doors of the cathedral. Never thought I’d fuck in there, but we’re about to get real holy up in here.
Just as she goes to turn and run to the side of the building, she picks up speed but I grab her. “Gotcha!” she spins in my arms and laughs.
“Guess you did. Now take me in there.” She points and I pick her up by the backs of her thighs and toss her over my shoulder, smacking her ass. Walking up the stairs and through the doors, I lay her down on one of the pews and slide between her legs. Leaning down I bring my lips to hers and bite her lower lip hard enough that a drop of blood falls. She hisses as I lick it off before she groans and opens up for me, swirling her tongue with mine.
Trailing my hands under her shirt, she pulls away long enough for me to bring it over her head and toss it to the ground. Yanking her bra down, her perfect tits spill free and I suck one of the hardened peaks into my mouth as she runs her fingers through my hair and moans out. Biting down, I move to the other and do the same. Sucking and biting, making sure to leave her covered in my mark. Running my tongue between her breasts and up to her neck, I bite down and suck. Leaving my mark there for everyone to know she’s taken. Sliding my hands between us, I pop the button to her jeans, slipping two fingers into her slick cunt. She moans and bucks her hips.
Opening her eyes, she looks up at me, then to the side and lets out a loud gasp causing me to pull back and look at her. Following her line of sight behind me, I notice the priest standing there, his cock in his hands and jerking off. What. The. Fuck?
Standing up, I tackle him to the ground, sitting on his stomach to keep him down and grab the curved knife from the pocket of my pants. I open the blade and use it to cut his robe down the middle, then bring the blade to his chest.
“You sick fuck. No one gets to see her like this. Not even a man of God, if that’s what you can even call yourself.” I spit. Dragging the blade down his chest, watching as the blood seeps from the wound. His screams just urge me on. Coming back up, I slice across the opposite direction, making a big cross symbol across his chest. He’s screaming and begging me to stop but I can’t. I want to kill him. Who else has he done this to?
Bringing the blade to his throat, I look him in the eyes and grin, then make a clean slice across and revel as the blood sprays me, coating my fingers. Fuck. Now I have to move the body. Standing up and looking around at where I can stow his disgusting body. I laugh internally when the perfect place comes to mind.
Picking him up the best I can, I walk us to the confessional. Sitting him up on the chair in there, I shut the door. There, let's hear your confessions now, priest . Walking back over to where I killed him, I look around and find some towels and start cleaning up the mess, taking the blood soaked fabric and dumping them into the trash can. Walking back over towards Syd, I look at her as she stands there, frozen in shock. Well fuck, she was never supposed to see this side of me. FUCK.
I place my hand on her shoulder and she flinches as she snaps out of it.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Parker! You didn’t have to kill him. Did you? I mean sure maybe beat his ass but, shit.” Sydney gasps, looking up at me with her hands over her mouth.
“Yes I did, Ice Queen. No one, and I mean no one, gets to see you like that! And those sweet moans and sounds you make, are just for me. So yes, he had to die, baby! No amount of beating would have been good enough for me.” I reply, her eyes finally meeting mine as I walk closer to her.
Walking around her and grabbing her shirt from the floor, I slide it over her head. Reaching for her hand, she jerks away from me.
“Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you, baby. I promise.” I whisper, reaching for her hand again. She looks down at our joined hands and back up at me, tears lining her eyes.
“I’m not, I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life. But you killing someone, is something I definitely didn't see coming. I’m not this Princess who’s been locked away in a tower her whole life. I’ve seen and been through shit most kids at this school wouldn’t see in ten lifetimes. So no, I’m not scared of you, Parker.” She replies, interlocking our fingers and squeezing my hand. My eyes lift to hers, trying to see any hesitation, but there is none.
“Come on, I’ll take you back to my dorm.” I say, leading her out of the doors, down the cobblestone path of the cemetery and back through the maze. Looking over at her, she has a slight grin on her face and for once, I can’t tell if it’s genuine or fake. A mask? I guess at some point we all wear one.