Black and White Dreams
A/N: This is a rewrite of The Game. I didn't really like the way it came out so I decided to redo it. This one has a bit more detail (and gore) than The Game. I also changed quite a few things. Please R&R and tell me which you like better!
We were just playing a game. Everything was a game to us. We were kids! Nine year old kids! Me, and my five best friends, Chrisy, Scott, Jen, Todd and Travis. We played together everyday. Chrisy, Jen and I were tomboys, so we got along perfectly with Todd, Travis, and Scott.
We played a game we liked to call "The Kill". It was sort of like that board game, "Clue" and Hide-and-Go-Seek. One of us would be the murderer, three of us would be the victims, and one of us would be the detective. The murderer would choose where, how and why he/she killed the victims. The murder would hide the bodies, and then he/she would hide. The detective would look for clues to find the bodies, where, when and why they were killed, and find the murderer.
We played every single day until we were fifteen. Of course, as we got older, the game became more graphic. The reason why the murderer wanted to kill the victims made more sense. The reasons would stretch from revenge to black mail to rape and on. We played… until one of us really did die…
We were playingThe Kill again. This time, it was a bit different though. There was only one victim, two murderers, and two detectives. I dunno why we did it like that. We were just bored of the old way, I guess… We played until six o' clock that evening.
Later on at about three o' clock a.m., my cell phone started ringing. I woke up and fumbled around in the darkness of my room looking for my phone. After tripping over a number of things scattered on my floor, I found my cell phone in my bag. I looked my Caller ID and saw Chrisy's home number on the tiny screen.
"Hello?" I said sleepily. "Caitlin? Oh thank God you're awake! I need to talk to your mom, this is an emergency!" It was Chrisy's mother. I could tell she was scared and sobbing. I was suddenly wide awake. Something was wrong. "Okay sure, I'll wake her up right now." I said. I walked down the narrow, dark, silent, lonely hall to my parents' room. "Mom!" I called. "Chrisy's mom needs you; she said it's an emergency! Wake up!" I walked over to her and shook her shoulders. Mom jumped out of the bed, startled. "Wha- Oh, Caitlin." She sighed putting a shaking hand over her heart. "Take the phone, it's Chrisy's mom!" I said again. She gave me a puzzled look but took my phone. "Hello?"… Silence… mom's face suddenly turned very pale. "Oh my God! No!" more silence. "I-I-I-" My mom stuttered. Something really bad happened. My mother never stutters. "I will be right over, just as soon as I tell Caitlin. Oh God, what should I say?" … "Alright, I'll be there in a few." Mom handed me my phone and said, "Caitlin, come down stairs, I need to tell you something." Then she left the room, leaving me alone in total darkness.
When I got down stairs, I found my mom in the kitchen poring two cups of coffee. She set a mug down in front of me and sat down in the chair next to mine. "Honey, this is going to be very hard for you, I know, but… Christyna was brutally murdered a few hours ago. I'm going to their house right now and I want you to stay here and watch Robbie and Brendan." Mom said. I shot up out of my chair, my eyes wide with rage. "WHAT!?!" I screamed. Chrisy was dead? No! It couldn't be! Chrisy was one of my best friends, she couldn't be dead! And did my mom say she was leaving me here? Mom sighed. "I have to go; Chrisy's mom is waiting for me." I walked over to the front door and stood in front of it. "Not without me." I said. "Cait, no, I don't want you to see… her poor mother was practically screaming on the phone, she was petrified by what she saw." Mom tried to plead with me, to get me to stay, but I would not let her. "I wont believe a word you just told me till I see for myself." I said. Mom reluctantly let me go with her, so I threw on a pair of worn out jeans and a sweatshirt and ran out the door.
My heart beated faster as we drew closer to Christyna's house. Police cruisers and ambulances swarmed the dead-end street. I knew it had to be true, what my mom said about Chrisy. I was just denying it. I mean, what kind of person would call in the middle of the night, saying their daughter was murdered if it wasn't true? They would have to be completely out of their mind. When I reached the house, I found Scott, Travis, Todd and Jen standing outside. "We can't go in." Scott said. "They're making us wait out here. Apparently, we're not mature enough to see what the murderer did to her. They said it would probably land us in therapy if we saw." Scott's tone was completely bitter, and I didn't blame him.
Jen wasn't saying anything. Tears were silently rolling down her face. Travis looked sick. He was pure white and sweating. His hands were shaking. Todd and Scott looked the same. Clenched jaw, clenched fists, hatred and revenge written all over their faces… neither said a word, not a tear escaped their eyes. I was still in denial, though I was crying and sweating. I thought of how it was possible, but continued to tell myself she was still alive. In the back of my mind, I knew it was true. Chrisy was gone.
After hours of standing there and waiting for someone to give us any news at all, police, doctors, Chrisy's family and our parents came out of the house. My vision was blurred from my tears, but I saw someone carrying a stretcher to an ambulance. They walked right passed us so we saw Christyna's body… or what was left of her body. I now understood why they didn't want us in there. Her body was completely mangled. It was like someone took a knife and repeatedly stabbed her, even after she was dead. Blood was everywhere. You could barely see through the blood that was still poring from her body. It was gushing everywhere. I looked away. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, telling myself over and over again that Chrisy was not dead and this whole thing was just a bad dream. I would wake up any second…
But I didn't. I went home, sobbing in the backseat of my mom's car. The words Chrisy is dead! It's true! Stop crying, you can't do anything about it! rang through my head the entire way home. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not stop the tears. I went back to bed at 5:00 a.m., my dreams haunted with images of Chrisy's mangled body.
It was summer vacation. Me, Jen, Todd, Scott and Travis were hanging out on the docks. It was about five o' clock so the sun was setting. The sky looked beautiful, glowing a mix of different shades of blue, red, pink and orange. Everything was quiet. No one said a word. Jen stood up and walked to the edge of the dock and looked into the water. "Don't slip of, Jen! The water's pretty deep." I joked. Jen didn't know how to swim. "I won't" she said back, laughing lightly.
Someone else was lurking about. He was a tall brute man with a dark tan. He wasn't doing anything… just walking around. He made us a bit uneasy but we tried to ignore him. He walked over next to Jen and started talking to her. "The water's pretty, ain't it?" he said. "Yeah." Jen replied quietly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "Bet you'd like to go swimmin' in that water." The man said. Jen looked up at him. "If I knew how to swim." She said with a small grin. "Oh" the man said with sarcastic surprise. "Would you like to learn?" Jen looked up at him. "No." she said shaking her head, fear written clearly all over her face. She tried to back away from the edge but the man grabbed her. "Jen!!!!!" I screamed. Travis jumped up and ran to Jen and the man. He took hold of Jen's hand, but the man grabbed Travis and threw him into the dock, letting go of Jen in the process. Travis was knocked unconscious. Jen was trying to escape but before she went far, the man pushed her into the water. I screamed. "Oh my God!" The man ran away before anything else could happen.
We called the police and the man was caught minutes after Jen was murdered. Travis woke up hours later. We thought the murders would stop now that the man was caught, but he said he was forced into it by black mail. He wouldn't say anything about who was black mailing him though. He just said it was a sixteen year old kid. It was hard to believe, but the man made it sound so convincing. He was sentenced to a lifetime in prison.
It was thefirst day of school. Todd, Travis, Scott and I were in the same homeroom class again. We were in the hallways switching classes. Todd and I had History next and Travis and Scott had English Literature.
Todd and I were right outside the classroom when we heard it. First was a loud noise like a gunshot and then a scream and the thud of a body hitting the ground. Everyone was running out of their classes trying to see what the noise was and teachers were gathering around trying to restrain their students. I looked at Todd and he nodded to me, obviously thinking what I was thinking.
We ran through the hall, avoiding the other students and teachers until we found the source of the commotion. When we did, we stopped dead in our tracks, jaws dropped. We saw a huge pool of blood on the clean, white tiled hall floor. The body of a boy was sprawled eagle-like in the blood. Todd ran over to the body to see who it was. I took a few steps forward. I saw Todd gasp and back away from the scene. "What? Who is it?" I asked. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. He didn't say anything for a minute, just stood there with his eyes closed. He opened them and whispered "Scott."
All of the students were dismissed at 9:00 that morning. The teachers were called into a meeting with the principal and a few cops. I was so depressed and… indescribably sad over Scott's death. Chrisy, Jen, Scott… who would be next?
Todd and I were on our way to my house when I noticed that Travis was not with us. I hadn't seen him since that morning before Scott was murdered. "Todd, where's Travis?" I said panicking. "I dunno, I haven't seen him all day." He said. Then he put a hand on my shoulder and said "I'm sure he's fine, he's probably at his house already." I nodded and choked back tears. I was so scared and worried about my friends… why was this murderer only going for my friends? No one else in this city has been murdered… just my friends…
My parents, Robbie and I went to Scott's house to comfort his parents and sister. Robbie came because he was friends with Scott before I met him. He just liked hanging out with me and my friends better, considering we were all the same age and into the same kind of stuff. Lauren, even though she always said she hated Scott, needed the most comfort that night. Robbie and I tried to keep her from crying but we could not stop her. She sobbed for hours and didn't stop even after she made herself sick several times.
"The cops told us he was shot in the head." Scott's mom sobbed. "We don't know who shot him though." My mom was sitting next to her and put a hand on her back. "Don't worry, I'm sure the police will find whoever did this to your son. They'll be put to justice, don't worry." Mom's voice was so soothing and calming, Scott's mom stopped crying a bit. She had a thing for making people calm down. It was just Lauren we couldn't get to relax. I didn't blame her though. If it were my brother I dunno what I'd do.
When we got back home I went right to bed and sobbed. I had been holding it in, trying to stay strong for Lauren's sake, but now that I was alone I could let it out. I knew I was scared and my parents and brothers were scared and my friends' parents and sibling were scared too. I laid there on my bed and cried for hours. I was so tired but I didn't want to sleep. I couldn't.
I glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 12:58 a.m. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then turned on my side and groaned. I was so tired… my room was dark and my bed was warm… I got up and turned on the lights and pulled my book out from under my bed. I was about to open it up and read for the rest of the night when I remembered it was a murder mystery and probably not the best thing to read at the moment. I snapped the book shut and put it back under my bed. I stood and began pacing about.
I looked back at my nightstand and that's when I noticed the red envelope tucked under my clock. I walked over to it and picked up the envelope. My hands were shaking as I took the note out. It read:
If you ever want to see Todd again, you'll listen to me. Go down to the old Boathouse at three o' clock a.m. Don't tell a soul about this letter. If you do… you'll die too…COME ALONE AND UNARMED!!!!!!!
The letter was written in glossy red ink, like blood. I was shaking from head to foot… "Todd…" I murmured.
At three o' clock am, I left my house to go to the Boathouse. I brought my bag with me. I had a knife in it, just in case. What, was I really supposed to go to the Boat House unarmed? Hell no! I was so scared… I didn't know what to think. When I got there, I saw Todd tied up in the back of the room. I ran over to him. "You shouldn't have come! What are you, an idiot? He's gonna kill you either way!" he whispered. "Todd, please tell me who "he" is!" I whispered back. "And where's Travis at a time like this? Did he get a letter too?"
"Listen, Travis is the murderer! He's the one killing everyone!!! You need to leave!" Todd said. I was about to respond when we heard footsteps coming into the Boathouse.
Travis came in. My mind raced as I saw a murderous gaze on his face. "Why are you doing this?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. In truth, I really didn't want to know why. I just wanted this all to be a Nightmare and wake up in two seconds, sweating and panting in my bed, in my room, in my house. "To make The Kill just a bit more graphic" Travis responded, a smile forming on his lips. "This isn't a game, Travis! Please, stop! It's getting way out of hand!" I was crying and screaming. "I came like you wanted, so why don't you let Todd go?!?!"
"Oh, no, no, no." Travis said laughing and shaking his head. "We're changing the game one last time. This time, there's one murderer, five victims, and no detective." He laughed again and took a knife out of his pocket. "NO!!!" I screamed. I dove for my bag which was lying on the ground next to Todd. I grabbed my knife.
Travis charged at me, knife in hand. I didn't have enough time to dodge, so I braced myself as the knife sank into my upper left arm. I screamed in pain. Blood was poring all over the ground, mixing with the dirt. He came at me again, this time at the throat. I moved right on time. I knew soon he would go for Todd. I kicked Travis as hard as I could. He stumbled back and hit a pile of old broken oars. The pile fell on top of him. While he struggled to get out from under the pile, I ran to cut Todd free. "Go call the police, I can handle this." I whispered after I cut Todd free. He stood and put his hands on my shoulders. "You better be careful. I don't want to lose anyone else." He said. I nodded my head and he kissed me lightly on the cheek and ran from the Boathouse.
As if on cue, Travis climbed out from under the pile. A look of rage and pure hate was on his face. He ran at me again, breathing hard. I tried to move but I couldn't, I was so scared. He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the back wall. I couldn't breathe. He face was an inch from mine. "Well, Caitlin… are you ready to die?" Travis said, fiercely. I was terrified, but I tried my hardest to keep my nerve. "No." I said as steadily as I could, "No, are you?" Travis growled and raised his knife, ready to strike. I had to do something or I would die and that was not an option. I finally decided to do something I never thought I would have to do. I took my knife and plunged it right between his ribs and pushed him away from me. Travis fell to the ground surrounded by a puddle of his own blood. "Burn in Hell, Bastard!" I screamed. He gave me once last piercing, hate-filled gaze and died.
Todd and I had to go to court and I was found innocent (even though I murdered someone I thought was my friend). The whole incident in the Boathouse changed our lives completely. Now, years later we're still haunted by the memories of the mangled, bloody, punctured bodies of our friends. I still wake up screaming in the middle of the night, afraid that Travis will be standing over me with a knife. We still mourn the loss of Chrisy, Jen and Scott and pray that Travis is in Hell, suffering for the pain he caused us all. I know it's terrible to wish ill on someone but Travis deservers to suffer. He deserves it more than anyone I know.
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers, especially NowNameless for the encouragement. It means a lot!