“Willow,” I whine, dropping my head back as slick slides out of my asshole. “I’m so horny.”
“I’ll fix that soon,” she says mysteriously, pulling into the parking lot of our apartment building. “Will you pack our murder bag? I’ll get our fun tools and the masks, along with the bleach.”
“Sounds good. I hope they’re in for the night. The motel backs right up into the woods. We can park there and chase them around.”
“You always say the most romantic things,” she giggles, pushing open the driver side door to exit the car.
We race each other up to the apartment, out of breath and laughing as we gather everything we need. The bag carries a ton inside of it, and Willow packs a backpack for our weapons before we change into a pair of dark pants and long sleeved shirts.
The weather is getting cooler, which means no one will look twice at our clothing choices as the sun goes down on our sleepy little town.
The excitement between Willow and I is that of children on Christmas Day as we drive back to the motel. While she craveskilling to silence the chaos, I enjoy being part of the process because it gets my adrenaline pumping in the same way that performing on a stage does.
I can’t explain why or how this is, all I know is that it’s another way that Willow and I can spend bonding, and that’s enough for me.
Willow pulls the car up onto the grass behind the motel, while I pull on my light mask and keep my hammer at my side. The world is dark now that the sun has set, and the mask will remain black until I press the remote in my pocket.
“I’ll meet you near the trees,” she says. “Stay safe.”
“Love you,” I reply, getting out of the vehicle and closing the door softly. My sneakers don’t make a sound as I walk patiently through the parking lot, looking for the motel room where the guys were arguing.
The door is cracked open, and I smirk behind the mask as I push it open.
“Did you pull your boxers out of your ass yet? What the fuck! This isn’t funny?—”
“Who said it was a joke?” I growl, turning on the lights on my mask.
The man’s face turns pale, and he gasps when I lift the hammer.
“Who the fuck are you?” he shouts, eyes a mix of surprise and fear. Perfect, just how I like it.
“Want to play hide and go seek?”
“No. Fuck! Please,” he whimpers, running toward me and pushing me away. I wasn’t ready to be done yet, which is the only reason he was able to.
The mousy, brown haired brunette races out the door, and it makes my job easier to only have to chase one of them. Willow and I will happily come back to take care of the black hairedasshole. I’ve never met two men who were this insistent on refusing to read the room.
I’m at the club to dance, not bounce on the pogo stick they call dicks.
When the man appears to want to veer toward the street, I hit his shoulder with my hammer. He cries out as he changes directions, running for the trees. Thank fuck. I would have had no problems beating him to death here, but I need to stretch my legs, and Willow needs to have some time with him too.
“Run, Forrest, run!” I laugh, feeling happy and high on adrenaline.
“Ooh. You found one,” Willow coos, joining me with the saw. Most responsible adults would tell us not to run with power tools, but we don’t have one of them with us tonight.
A cordless saw is quieter than others, which means it’s less scary. However, when the man turns to look over his shoulder to see where I am, he also sees Willow with all of her blonde hair underneath the light up mask.
“What did I do? Please, let me go!” he screams, and Willow giggles. It bounces through the trees, soulless and unhinged.
“Maybe you should be more polite,” I tell him, my feet jumping over a downed stump. “Unfortunately, I won’t be nice enough to let you apologize to me.”
“Wait! I’m sorry. Whatever I did, please, forgive me.”
“There are no more chances,” Willow sings.
The dipshit trips and almost falls on his face, but manages to keep his balance as he runs forward. Finding a burst of speed, I dart forward and slam the hammer between his shoulder blades.
“No!”
