Page 84 of Savage Scream

I guess I should be glad she’s talking to me now. After the emotions of the afternoon, Dee reverted back to using her notes app to communicate. I hated that she did that, knowing we were mere hours away from having to say goodbye to each other. I wanted to hear her voice every chance I could get, but I understand why she retreated back to her old ways.

She’s struggling to deal with her emotions.

Something I’m all too familiar with.

We wait a few minutes, watching the street and houses around us. It’s late. Nearly midnight. A lot of people tend to stay up late, but it seems that the houses in this part of Redfield are all early to bed given their dark and quiet houses.

Cracking the car door open, Dee slides out silently, and I follow, although I’m not as fucking quiet. If she were staying in Fox Pines longer, I’d get her to teach me how she moves like a ghost.

Pain pierces my heart at the reminder that this is our last night together, and I swallow the lump that forms in my throat, knowing now is too dangerous to be falling apart.

I follow Dee, or should I say Hush, up the street, pulling the balaclava down to cover my identity at the same time she does before we silently run across the front lawn of the police sergeant’s house.

There are cameras here, her intel correct as I spot one above the front door. She reaches up, spraying something over the lens, and then drops to one knee as she pulls out a small light, flicking it on to the door lock, before inserting some sort of tool that I realise is for picking locks.

She works quickly, the lock clicking open only seconds later, and she stands, putting the tools into her pocket before unsheathing her blade.

Thana.

Turning back to me, Hush holds her hand up, reminding me to stay out here, and when I nod, she disappears inside, closing the door behind her.

I hate this part. Waiting outside while she puts her life on the line to slaughter a bad guy. I feel unusually anxious, so I start to pace before wondering if there’s a window I can peek through.

The windows at the front of the house are all dark, thick drapes blocking me out, so I peer down the side of the house, noticing a light on towards the back. A quick check over my shoulder tells me all is quiet out here, so I creep down the side of the house, being careful to step on the pavers and not the stones as I go, to avoid someone hearing me.

When I get to the window with the warm yellow glow illuminating out into the night, I press myself up against the bricks of the house and slowly peer past them, into the house.

It looks quiet. I can’t see anyone, but I think I can hear something.

A thud sounds, and I wait, wondering if that was Tommy’s body falling to the floor. Then I hear a crash before Dee’s small frame flies backwards into the room, slamming to the hard tiled floor.

FUCK!

I don’t hesitate a second, bolting back towards the front of the house, not caring if someone can hear me. Stones crunching under my feet as I rush around the corner. By the time I make it to the front door, my heart is just about leaping from my throat, and I tug out the gun from the back of my pants, silencer already attached, and I flick off the safety.

With my gloved hand, I open the front door, gun raised as I enter, and the deep voice of a man floats to me from the other end of the long passage.

“You fucking little cunt! You think you can kill me? I’ll fuck you up the arse so hard you’ll wish you were never born!”

I move slowly, trying to remain silent, hoping the element of surprise is on my side.

I hear a slap, some grunts and even Dee cry out before something crashes, and I use the noise to move faster, finally getting to the end of the passage.

There’s broken glass, furniture upended, and blood, but I ignore all of that as my eyes land on the large naked man smeared with blood, holding Dee’s wrists in one of his big hands, as he tries to pull her pants down.

I see fucking red!

No longer caring if he can hear me, I crunch over the glass, and the moment he startles, his head turning to me, I point and shoot.

The guy stiffens, his head jerking back as a crimson circle forms on his forehead.

Dee pushes him off her, scrambling up quickly, and rushes to me.

“Is that your blood?” I ask, looking over her frantically, and she shakes her head, glancing over her shoulder as she pants from exhaustion.

“It’s his. Thana didn’t get much of a chance to do her thing before he attacked.”

“Fuck, Dee,” I whisper, pulling her to my chest.

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