COLD

°Chapter Nine°

====== Dear Diary =======

I made a new friend at school today.

Nina Locke.

She's a pretty one and seems like a really great and cool person to be friends with. She's fun and witty. Not the type of person you'd be bored hanging out with.

When she was introduced as a new student by the professor today, I didn't know our friendship would kick off right away after class.

I was just walking with Wesley, holding hands when I saw Nina, glancing around the corridors as if she was looking for something. I asked if she needed help and she smiled at me shyily and asked for direction to the library. I willingly gave her directions.

We later met in the afternoon where I was sitting next to my boyfriend and his boys, chatting. But Nina was sitting all alone, looking bored.

"Nina!" I called out. "Come over! You can sit with us."

She smiled a bit shy, looking reluctant. I insisted and she obliged. She was shy when she came to sit at our table but Hunter and I made the environment friendly and she started joking and laughing with us. She fits perfectly with us. All the boys seem to like her. She's adorable.

Atleast I have a girl best friend now and she's part of The g**g. Now I have someone to talk to about everything concerning my boyfriend and she can tell me her experiences with boys. Isn't that what girls do as best friends? Must be fun!!!

She's supposed to come over and we'll do some assignments. I'm lending her my notes since she's new and she doesn't have the notes.

Why the hell did I start this with, I made a new friend at school today. I didn't just make a friend. She's already my best friend.

My best friend.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Present day....

Nina Locke entered the classroom and grimaced at the door when she bumped into Wesley. He grabbed her arm tightly and leaned closer to whisper to her ear.

"What i said yesterday wasn't just a threat," he said coldly. "I meant every word."

A cold chill ran down her spine as he tightened his grip on her arm.

"You should stop hanging out with all these losers! The only one you should hang out with is me, Nina. Only me."

She shoved him off, irked. "Let go of me! You monster!"

"I'm your monster," he teased.

"You think all this is a joke!" she hissed.

"I think you're mad cute when you're mad."

Nina rolled her eyes and turned to walk to her desk when Wesley grabbed her arm. He pulled her close to him, a few students in the class watching them.

"Nina," he looked into her eyes. "You're the only girl I've ever had s*x with and still had interest in after..."

She snickered. "Lucky me!"

"I want you back, Nina. I miss you... I miss us..."

She glared at him. "There was never an us! Ever! What happened between us was a mistake..."

"It didn't feel like a mistake," he said.

"Because you're cold, Wesley," she said in spite. "Because you're as cold as ice. Your soul is dark and your heart is black! You're a f*****g murderer!"

The students stared at her, astounded at the accusations he was throwing at him. She hadn't realized that she'd been carried away and was yelling at him.

Tyler, Rence and Jacob stared at her as she shuffled through the pathway in between the desks and fell on the seat next to Jerome, her new friend.

Nina noticed that Wes and his g**g were still staring at her.

She scowled at them. "Will you losers stop looking at me and FOR ONCE IN YOUR PATHETIC LIVES do what actually brought you to school?"

Jerome loved watching Nina put the "g**g" in their rightful place. They deserved what they were getting for everything they had ever done! They deserved every inch!

Rence gritted his teeth and cussed under his breathe, "b***h!"

He didn't get why Wes liked her so much. I mean, she was a total mean b***h with zero looks and zero personality. He tried to understand what Wesley ever saw in her but there was nothing! He finally came to a conclusion that maybe his best friend was suffering from an eternal internal blindness. That had no cure.

Hunter entered the class in a sullen mood, his head bowed down. The class broke into whispers, gasps and clicks the moment he got in. He made sure not to sit anywhere near his 'g**g'. He didn't want to be anywhere near Wes and the only reason he did come to school was because his parents had convinced him into it. So had his lawyer. Staying back at home, sleeping around doing nothing would definitely make him look like a murderer suffering guilt, remorse and regret.

Some minutes after Hunter was seated at the very back, Blake shuffled in with his backpack and he sat right next to Wes and Ty with Jacob seated at the front with Rence.

The professor sauntered in with a briefcase in his hand. He got right into giving his boring lectures but Ty couldn't help but notice just how excited Blake looked.

"What's up man?" He whispered. "Mind sharing the happiness..."

Blake leaned in closer to Tyler's desk and said softly,

"I just closed a deal."

But it was a deal with the devil.

****

Detective Megan Wolf sat in the corner of her small office. She was going through the autopsy report of both Mrs. Yang and her daughter, Audrey Yang.

It was clear that the two deaths were linked and they had so many similarities. Their throat slit. Three bullets to the head and the chest respectively. An eerie mark left on both foreheads of the victims.

And from the autopsy report, the cause of death for both victims was through suffocation.

What was different about Audrey and her mother's murder was that Audrey had tried to fight for her dear life but Mrs. Yang's corpse showed no sign of resistance or fighting. She had been killed as she watched, her body still.

What was also different was that Mrs. Yang had been immensely drugged with morphine, causing her to be weak and drowsy. For Audrey's case, she had not been heavily drugged.

Lastly, her mother's tongue was cut out. But Audrey's was still intact and not touched.

Why?

Why didn't he cut out her tongue?

Was it that he rushed with Audrey? That he was scared?

Detective Darren poked out his head, getting in with two cups of black hot coffee.

"Yours," he placed it on her wooden office desk. "With a little sugar, just like you ordered ma'am."

He sank back in the chair, putting one leg across the other as he sipped the coffee, enjoying the sweet taste but enjoying Megan's company even more.

She looked up at him and gave him a small smile as she sipped her coffee.

"You've been a sweetheart lately..."

"Well, one of us has to be the sweetheart," he boasted. "And it's definitely not you, miss."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm a sweetheart when need be... I've been called that all my life... Until..."

Her eyes suddenly turned cold and glassy and she looked away.

"Until what?" Darren asked softly.

"Nothing..." she cleared her throat. "Now, can we get back to work?"

Megan kept doing this to Darren since they started working together. Giving him this warm sweet side of her for a second and flipping into a colder side.

"Can we get back to work!" she repeated louder, snapping her fingers at him.

"Sure," he muttered.

She pushed aside the autopsy report and clasped her chin, deep in thought.

"Why are these killings so similar yet so different?" She threw the hard puzzling question to Darren.

He sat upright, putting the mug of coffee aside.

"I've also been thinking about that particular question. Why are the murders different? And that leads me back to the 'cult' sign. Maybe... Maybe it's two different people in the same cult."

That theory actually made sense but something in her gut couldn't bring her to believe in it. She was so certain this was one and the same person.

Darren's phone rang in his pockets.

It was the medical forensics.

" Hallo? "

" Hey man! It's about Audrey Yang. You might want to see this now."

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He had used Blake.

Exactly how he wanted.

A little lie of giving him a bag of "cocaine" and he was ready to lick his balls.

He had heard someone once tell Blake, "These drugs would be the death of you."

And now sadly, sadly, but happily for him, the drugs would be the end of Blake Good.

In "The stupid g**g" as he referred to the five of the stupid members, he hated Blake more. He was stupid and weak, which he found pathetic. But what annoyed him most about Blake is how willing he was to throw all his friends under the bus just for a sniff of cocaine.

Well, not that he liked any of Blake's friends either but DISLOYALTY disgusted him.

He had used Blake just yesterday to complete his mission. Now he had no use whatsoever for him. He had to finish him off.

He was too mouthy.

He couldn't have him walking around free.

He sat on the couch, staring at the dead body lying in front of him in a pool of blood. He had done this murder perfectly. It's like... He got better every time he killed and it thrilled him...

I'm f*****g gifted, he thought to himself staring at the corpse lying on the carpet.

She had been a wonderful woman... But sadly, not wonderful enough to train her son to be a good man...

It was her fault.

He stared at her, pleased by his growing skill of killing. What he loved most about the dead bodies is the beautiful symbol on the corpse's forehead. The beautiful symbol he marked them with so perfectly... So beautifully...

A symbol of love.

A cross with a tail at the bottom? He laughed at them. Stupid! They were all stupid! Even the police! They were stupid! This whole town was stupid.

He took a gulp of the expensive liquor he had found in her fridge. He decided to entertain himself as he waited patiently on the couch for him to arrive.

He would be here any time soon.

He would be here with the 'package'.

The doorbell rang.

He shot up from the seat, the bottle of liquor dancing in his hand. He swang the door open, delighted... Aroused... Elated by what he was about to do.

Blake stood at the doorstep, holding a small bag, surprised to see him.

"Welcome Home Blake!!!"

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