Fear: Ch. 3I spun around, heart in my throat, and then felt it drop with a sickening splat near the bottom of my stomach.I wasn't seeing things. There he was, lying face down on the couch in the living room, a knife buried deep into his spine. Surrounding the blade was wet, crimson blood, slowly blooming all across his back like an awakening rose."Drake!!" I screamed, jolting over to him. I reached out to touch him, and everything seemed to move in slow motion.Until his body gave a jolt and he turned around to face me.For a moment, I stood there, frozen. My icy panic was replaced by an urge to punch his face in, which was grinning at me. The fake blood from the pretend knife was oozing onto the couch. And then I snapped."You complete asshole!" I screeched, leaping onto him. The plastic knife at his back fell away as I pushed him down and attempted to strangle him.If it weren't for the fact that I had fallen for one of his dumb-ass jokes again, I wouldn't have been so pissed. Or embarrassed.
Fear: Ch. 2"Jamie! Jamie, calm down!!"I didn't really hear the words that were coming out of the bastard's mouth. All I know is, he was shaking me violently. Why wasn't he knifing me? Or shooting me? Or stabbing out my innards with a twisty, crazy straw?"Jamie, calm down!"And then I recognized the voice, slowly, and I stopped struggling.But I did pull back my fist and slam it into his nose."Drake, you little bastard!" I shrieked, not even caring that I was screaming. My neighbor stood in front of me in the purple striped suit, clutching his nose. The injury bled into the paint on his mouth, making the hideous disguise even more grotesque than intended."What the hell, Jamie?"What do you mean, 'What the hell?' You scared the shit out of me!" I cried. My voice cracked from shock and took a deep breath, looking up at him. I almost felt bad as he stood there, clutching his face, eyes watering in pain. What the hell had he been thinking?!"I'm sorry," I whispered, unable to raise my voice any, "
Fear: Ch. 1"Wish you'd stay on here with me."There was a crackle of static as Adrian exhaled on the receiving line."Jamie, I'll call back as soon as I can. Work is really picking up, you know with that psycho case-""Yeah, I know," I said, voice tight. I knew about the 'psycho case', and to be honest, I didn't want to hear anymore than what the news had already shared with me. Apparently there was a killer loose in the city, some guy called Stan Peters. I didn't know much about him except for the fact that he had escaped from the Matthers Mental Institution late last night and dressed up like an ugly, raving circus clown."It's fine," I lied, "I know you work hard. Just be careful, okay?""I'll be fine, Jamie. You'll be alright too. You've got a deadbolt and a kitchen knife right there if anything happens." He laughed, a bitter attempt at a joke.I smiled dryly."And besides, the creep is all the way back here. With the team out hot like it is, we'll have him back in that crazy house in no time