Kennedy Simmons
"Alexa is a beautiful name." Kendra said. "Badass too." Mika added. "I know. Honestly I like it way more than Kennedy." Mika gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Then it's official. We'll call you Alexa." Kendra agreed to that too. "It will take some time to get used to it since I've been calling you Kennedy for all those years but I like Alexa more too."
"What does Harry say about it? How does he call you." Mika questioned me after she took a sip from her smoothie. "He has called me Alexa a few times but he mostly calls me Kennedy. He sais it's not safe to use my real name in the public yet. Especially considering that the serial killer said that A. Rose Simmons is next. My name is Alexa Rose Simmons. I'm supposed to be the next victim."
I had told them about the killer. Lincoln had already told Kendra and after Harry checked all the files and stuff about Mika he decided we could trust her. She was into illegal stuff herself too but she currently wasn't working for anyone and her previous employees had nothing to do with our enemies.
The only thing thing about her that kinda concerned Harry was her boyfriend. He said that he was just bad news and nothing more.
The only things she told us about hims is that his name is Louis and he works as a drug dealer. He was in Dubai but he'd come to Vegas within a few days.
Louis the drug dealer.
I know.
Weird coincidence.
I pulled out in the parking of the club and then we all walked inside like we owned the place. Everyone was used to me and Kendra by now.
It was only noon and the club was closed. The only people that were there where the ones that did the illegal parts such us the drug and arms trafficking and stuff. To my surprise Mick, who was also here, informed me that Harry was absent too because he was running some errands but he would be back in no time.
The girls made themselves comfortable in a booth but before I could sit next to them my phone rung. The number was hidden but I still picked it up. "Hello?" An unfamiliar deep male voice responded.
"Hello, Alexa."
He knew my real name! That couldn't possibly be good.
I excused myself and walked away without hanging up. "Who is this?" I found myself entering Harry's office. The door was locked but I had a key. I was the only one other than him that had a key.
"I think your dear boyfriend has talked to you about me. I've warned him that you would be the next."
The killer.
"What do you want?" I subconsciously put my hand on my pocket, feeling the sharp blade of the scalpel. "I just want to ask you a question. What's your favourite scary movie?"
Seriously?
"Are you reading the script of Scream right now? Ghostface shouldn't be your idol. He may was iconic but he didn't do the job right." I heard him chuckling from the other side of the line. "I just wanted to make this a little more fun and creative. I thought you would like it since Scream is your favourite movie. I can assure you that I know how to do the job correctly."
I pulled out the scalpel and held it tightly. "Listen to me, you little bitch. Apparently you know that I've watched Scream too. I've picked up some quotes. Leave me alone or I'll cut you like a fish. Understood?"
He laughed! He actually laughed. I wasn't really surprised. People never took me seriously. But I was offended.
"Calm down, little psycho.You shouldn't be the one threatening me. I have an advantage." I stayed silent and waited for him to continue, never loosening my grip on the scalpel. "You're in Styles' office. You left your friends alone in the main area. Right now they're laughing together, looking so helpless."
No, no, no!
I immediately run back to the main area, not even bothering to close the door behind me. Everyone knew better than to enter.
Indeed Mika and Kendra were laughing together but they immediately stopped when they saw how distressed I was.
"Show yourself, you little cunt." I yelled.
I heard him laughing from the other side of the line. I looked around but no one was laughing. They were all looking at me as of I was crazy.
"You think I will make it so easy for you to find me? Your boyfriend and his people have been searching for me for weeks and still has no clue. What makes you think you'll succeed to find me and stop me!" I smirked. "Because I know how to handle people like you."
I stepped in the middle of the dancefloor and looked around but still didn't spot anything suspicious. "You can play all the games you want but you should fear the moment that I find you because you're right. I am a psycho and when I get my hands on you I'll have my time exploring your insides."
Suddenly someone touched my shoulder. I was about to stab them but when I turned around I realised that it was Harry and... Holly shit!
He was covered in blood.
"You better not be the one who did that." I growled on the phone. Once again he laughed sadistically. "I'll see you soon, Alexa." After that the line went dead.
"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration and threw the phone as far as I could. I watched it break into countless peaces when it hit the floor.
"Have your fun but I will get you." I almost screamed.
"Kennedy!" Harry's voice was firm. He grabbed my arm tightly enough to stop me from stabbing anyone and carefully removed the scalpel from my hand.
"Baby, what happened?" He asked. "Someone is seriously trying to mess with my nerves." He took both of my hands in his and gave me a concerned look. It was only then that I snapped out of it and realised what was actually going on.
"Fuck!"
I put my hands on his cheeks and scrutinised his face. "What happened? Are you okay?" He nodded. "It was a trap. Three of our men are dead. I'm okay. They didn't manage to actually get me. The wounds are insignificant." I shook my head. "I'm the one that will judge wether the wounds are insignificant or not."
I turned to Kendra and Mika. "Get out of here. It's not safe." Before they had the chance to respond I took Harry's hand and led him to his office. He had no problem keeping up with me and he wasn't limping. That was a good sign but I was going to do a proper check up.
"Take of your shirt and sit on the couch." He sat on the couch but did not take his shirt off. Suddenly his expression became colder and firmer. "There's no need, Ken. I'm okay." I looked at him as if he was crazy. "Harry, look at all of this blood! You can't possibly be okay! I need to check your injuries and-"
"Alexa!"
He face was even firmer but less cold. The use of my actual name in this tone made me understand how serious he was. I was justifiably worried.
He maintained eye contact for a few more seconds before eventually looking down at the floor.
"The blood is not mine. At least most of it."
Damn!
He looked back at my face, waiting anxiously for my reaction but I looked numb. My face had no hint of emotion. I just started at him blankly.
He had killed them.
"Baby?" His voice was almost shaky and now he was the one that was concerned. I continued staring at him before I finally decided to speak again. "How many people did you kill." He took a deep breath before responding. "Only three."
Only three people were brutally murdered by him.
Only three.
He was covered in their blood from head to toe.
I subconsciously took a step backwards and covered my mouth with my hands while shaking my head. I refused to believe this was happening. Not right now! I was already going insane.
He frowned and reached out to touch me but I avoided him. This was my brain acting. My logical side had taken full control of my body in order to protect me. No matter how much I wanted to hold his hand.
I wasn't surprised he had killed people but all this blood revealed his brutality and cruelty.
I felt nauseous chest. My heart was pounding in my chest. My vision was getting blurry and I was pretty sure I was going to faint at any moment.
Blood.
So much blood.
Death.
He was like the Devil.
"Baby?" Harry's voice was kind of shaky and there was a hurt expression on his face. I almost ran to him and hugged him but I contained myself. I was in a state of shock and I couldn't focus on anything else.
Once again he tried to touch me but I threw myself backwards so hardly that my back hit against the wall aggressively.
Harry stood up and took a step towards me. He looked like he was about to break but I was too lost in my own world to react or think more of it.
I was scared.
Terrified.
There was nothing I wanted more than to run away and scream until the voice didn't come out anymore and my throat hurted.
He took more slow steps. One after the other until he was just in front of me and I was trapped between his body and the wall. His hands were positioned on either side of my head.
"Baby, please."
I snapped my eyes closed and pressed my back harder against the wall hoping that a hole would suddenly appear and swallow me forever. I wanted to get away. I didn't feel safe.
I was shaking even though I wasn't cold and the dizziness was almost too much. I almost collapsed but I managed to gather my strength and stand on my feet just in time.
I was sweating even though I felt like the blood in my veins was suddenly frozen. I was biting my bottom lip so hard in order to contain my screaming that after a while I got the metallic taste of my blood in my tongue.
The fear was consuming me.
"Alexa, please." His voice broke and that had me snap out out of it and finally actually look at him. I gasped at the sight of him.
His eyes were red and he looked like he tried really hard not to cry. His face had turned white and he almost looked dead. His breathing was uneven and he gave me a pleading look.
He looked hurt. Seriously hurt. It was the kind of hurt that no bullet or knife could cause and it was slowly destroying him. I had never seen him like that. Never ever. My heart ached at the sight.
"Don't be afraid of me." He caressed my cheek and this time I didn't move away. Instead I stared back at him. "I promise I won't hurt you.... I... I'm sorry. I..." He looked down at his blood-covered clothes before gazing back at me.
And then I realised what was actually going on.
He justifiably thought I was scared of him. I couldn't blame him for it. That's how I acted but that was actually not the case.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in a tight hug. "No, Harry! I'm not scared of you. I promise." I felt his tensed muscle relaxing under my touch and he hugged me back.
He was holding me tightly like his life depended on it. His breathing was still uneven but he seemed to relax a little.
"I'm so sorry, Harry." I kissed his cheek and held him even more tightly. "I promise this has nothing to do with you. It's just... I don't know."
I did know.
He pulled a little away in order to face me properly. "Then what is it, rose?" I tucked a loose curl behind his ear but did not respond. I didn't feel like this was something I could do.
"Please tell me, Ken. What happened? What triggered you so much?" He rested his forehead against mine. "I have never seen you so scared before. Never! And I don't want to witness that ever again. If it's not me then what is it? What can I do, baby? How can I help you?"
Déjà vu.
That's what it was.
It was unfair. He had told me everything about his trauma but I had only told him about part of it and not about what followed.
To be fair what had triggered me wasn't my trauma. It was the memories of my actions. It was the fact that I didn't regret anything and I would do it again. It was my desire to do it again. My need.
After the first part finished I told myself that I wouldn't have to do it again. I told myself that we would continue without me having to... do it.
But now I needed to do that again.
I was scared to tell him. I didn't want to destroy the picture he had of me in his mind. I didn't want to lose him.
I loved him.
I wasn't going to tell him - at least not yet - but this feeling was the most intense and beautiful emotion I had ever experienced. I wanted to hold onto it for as long as I could.
I tangled my fingers in his long curls and stood in my tiptoes in order to reach him and kiss him. My lips brushes against his before they pressed softly his and initiated a soft kiss.
He didn't hesitate to kiss me back. I felt him almost melting under my touch while he consumed me with his embrace and his lips stole every breath of mine.
I was savouring this moment. It felt like the rainbow after the storm even though I knew that the actual storm hadn't happened yet. This was just a break out of mine with a really wrong timing.
After a few seconds I pulled away. "I'm okay, baby." He didn't believe it. I could tell by the way he was looking at me. "Are you though?"
I stroked his cheek with my thumb, cleaning off some of the blood. I looked at my palms. They were both covered in blood and that very moment something snapped inside of me.
I could do it.
Why shouldn't I? There are people who do worse things.
Why should I hide who I was.
I was safe and able to do whatever I wanted.
"I'm better than okay and I promise I will tell you everything. Just give me some more time, okay?" He nodded. "Okay." He kissed my forehead and took a step backwards, letting go of me.
"Now I actually have to check on you. You've already admitted that some of the blood is yours and I'm the expert here so I'll judge wether it's insignificant or not." He smiled at me. "Fine."
"Sit on the couch and take of your shirt." A smirk formed on his face. "Baby, if you want to get me naked you can just ask. We can ignore the blood and have all the fun you want."
I rolled my eyes at his words. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" His grin became even bigger. "I would love that." I chucked softly and shook my head. "Not the time." He eventually did as I said.
While he was taking of his shit I got the chance and snapped something from his desk and hid it in my back pocket under my blouse.
It was a knife.
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