Page 14 of Trick or Treat: The Rebirth
As they whispered among themselves, I sensed their eyes on me while I lifted the skulls from the floor and placed them back on the mantle, lighting new candles and blowing off the dust from my display.
"I wish you guys were here," I whispered, pressing another kiss to their skulls, feeling tears welling up that I quickly blinked away to avoid ruining my makeup. "But don’t worry, I have a new mission now, and I know if you were here, you’d be along for the ride without a second thought."
I sauntered off to my room while they continued their hushed chatter, the creeping feelings of dread and unease beginning to consume me once again. I swallowed a few more pills to numb the rising anxiety and prayed that the night would go as planned. With my target in sight, I longed for the freedom his death would bring me—the release that death offers, akin to the high that a junkie always seeks but never truly finds.
I tucked my pocket knife into my bra and slid my arms into my leather jacket, ensuring I had everything I needed to execute the first part of my plan. Just as the hair on my arms prickled, I felt Hunter’s presence behind me, his deep breaths sending a thrill down my spine.
"What’s the plan, Doc?" he asked, his voice low and steady, grounding me in the chaos of my thoughts. I turned slowly to face him, unable to hide the fire flickering in my eyes.
"We’re going to shake things up tonight," I replied, the corner of my mouth lifting in a wicked smile.
The energy in the room shifted, the air crackling with anticipation, even as I felt a familiar thrumming of fear beneath my confidence. Hunter nodded, a spark igniting in his own gaze. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You mean the guys we’re targeting? You’re serious about this? Because if we do this, there’s no going back."
"Exactly," I said, my heart racing. "You need to understand that I'm not just playing games. I'm out for blood."
I pulled back the jacket’s zipper and pulled down the red lace across the neckline of my crop shirt, giving him a glimpse of theknife tucked within my bra—its blade glinting in the low light. The dark urge inside me awoke, and I realized I was more than ready to embrace the chaos with them, but if I had to embrace it without them I'd still be fine.
Just then, the others entered, breaking the intensity of the moment. Jax, wide-eyed, glanced at Hunter and then back at me, a mixture of excitement and trepidation on his face.
"You’re really wanting us to go on some murder spree, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice a shaky whisper.
"Yeah, and I want all of you with me tonight," I declared, my resolve hardening. "You got a taste of it in the house, but this—" I gestured around the room, my voice a venomous hiss, "this is the real thing. We’re not just surviving anymore; we’re living, and we’re going to make a fucking statement."
Michael grinned devilishly. "Hell yeah. This is going to be fucking insane. Just tell us what you want us to do, hermosa."
Kellin stood there with his hands in his pockets, his green eyes full of wonder and desire, and it took all that I had not to pounce on him, the looks he was throwing out had my blood flowing like lava and my thighs quivering, aching to be touched.
I could sense the adrenaline coursing through them already, their eagerness to delve into the dark side again mingling with the palpable tension that hung in the air.
"First, we’ll need masks—disguises—for what comes next. For our faces to be hidden from prying eyes."
Hunter stepped forward, mimicking the action of removing a mask over his face, the movement strewn with mockery. "What, you think we need to protect our pretty faces? Come on, we’re not scared."
I chuckled, the absurdity settling amidst the tension, and then I grew solemn again. “It’s not about being scared—it’s about being smart. We’ll need concealment for the things we don’t want anyone to find out."
"You got a stash of masks here?" Kell asked, scanning the room.
I nodded and pointed toward a wooden trunk in the corner, cloaked in shadow with a soft black blanket draped over the top. "In there. Grab whatever you think fits your vibe."
The trunk creaked as they rifled through, laughter puncturing our dark circle as they tried on various masks—some sinister, others absurd. As my boys tried on their disguises, I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. A fucked up, twisted band of misfits ready to charge into the night. They slipped into their roles easily, embodying the thrill of the unknown without second guessing a thing. They were perfect to play the part I needed them to. But that's why I chose them. Murder. Crime. Weapons. They were exactly what I was looking for. My shit wouldn't be anything new to them—some might even teach me a thing or two.
But at the end when my journey is over, it's over. Whether we end up like me and the guys or we go our separate ways, there's one thing I can say for certain—I will be alone in whatever comes after. Dead or alive, we don't take things further than our crimes. I'm not looking for love—I already found it. Not once or twice, but four times, and my heart has no more love to give out.
“Alright,” I said, clapping my hands together to get their attention. “Let’s go. Remember, keep your cool, and always stay alert.” I put a blonde wig over my hair and pop colored contacts in my eyes, trying to alter my appearance as well.
With the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air, we stepped outside, the chill of the night wrapping around us. The streets felt alive, crackling with energy as we moved beyond the church—beyond the shadows along the sidewalk. My heart raced with the stomp of our footsteps, the rhythm an echo of untamed desire mixed with lurking anticipation. Whatever awaited usout there felt monumental, a shift in our narrative—a chance to become more than we ever were.
I glanced back at my crew, their silhouettes merging with the dark as I led them forward. We would unleash the chaos, but we’d also find ourselves in the process, woven into the fabric of the thrilling night ahead. With the moon illuminating our path, we danced on the edge of recklessness—looking for a thrill that might just change everything.
Finally getting to the bar I walked in first, signaling to the guys behind me where to sit so it doesn’t appear we're together. We then made our way to the bar, acting like strangers, thirsty for that first drink. I ordered a double shot of tequila, knowing it'll do more than just loosen me up, but I felt like I need this now more than anything.
I felt alive for the first time since the guys died, and the excitement inside me begged to burst, but I maintained my composure as I pressed my back against the bar and looked around, wondering if he's here yet.
And he is.
He looked different, and maybe it's because he's not wearing his uniform, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter what he looked like because before the night was over he's going to be dead and put somewhere where nobody would ever find him.
