A Story of a Killer - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Jacob
Titus has been really agitated after our little... moment. I guess that phone call was still on his mind. As for myself, I couldn't get what we have done out of my head. I've never done anything like that with anyone before, at first it felt strange for someone else to touch me but after a while, all those doubts flew out the window.
Now I'm sitting on the edge of the hotel bed fully dressed and waiting for Titus to get out the bathroom. These last couple of days have been very stressful, nevermind my dad, but now he wants to go after an old lady? I don't think I can do that. Sure he's gotten me in trouble from time to time but she has a good heart. I think. When I said yes to him I thought that my father would be my first and last killing but he insists I do some more. I get where he's coming from but I don't think I can ever be like him, I'm new to all this and just killing people because you feel like they are "parasites" isn't such a good reason especially now that I'm sitting down and thinking about it. I mean I can't exactly tell him that I disagree with him now since I've already told him that I was on his side; he trusts me and I gave him my word. Plus who knows what he would do to me.
I shuddered at the thought and let out a long breath.
Titus finally came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a black tight-fitting shirt that showed off his muscles and grey sweats that showed off his... well... you know.
"We're on a tight schedule today Jacob so get up we're leaving." Getting up from my spot on the bed we made our way out of the hotel room. You're probably wondering what happened to our old clothes. Well earlier this morning Titus left with them and I guess he took care of them while buying us new clothes in the process.
"Where are we going?" I asked when we finally reached the lobby of the hotel. The receptionist was the only one there. I gave him a small smile and a nod as we passed and he just mugged me. How rude. I swear people had no manners.
"First, we are going to my house. Then, we are gonna pay a visit to your little neighbor across the street and have a little chat. Sounds okay with you." I could tell that he wasn't actually asking me but I nodded my head anyways. When we were walking to his car I overheard a couple of teenagers talking by the dumpster.
"This is really getting out of hand man." The boy with red hair said to his friends.
"It really is, how could the police not have any leads about who this murderer is!? This town is so damn small and yet they aren't doing anything about it." The boy with platinum blonde hair responded back.
"I heard that they were going to start going to people's homes and questioning them to try and find suspects. My dad works at the station." The smallest of the bunch uttered.
"Glad to see they are finally doing something. I'm tired of not being able to go out at night because this disgusting, psychopathic murderer is on the loose." The redhead said with disgust. His words made my stomach stir.
Even though I wanted to stay for a bit longer and listen to what they were saying I wasn't able to because Titus grasped my wrist; wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing. It felt like I was in the grasp of a boa constrictor. I winced.
"Titus you're hurting me." I whispered. He didn't respond. Instead, he dragged me to the passenger side of his car, opened the door and threw me inside and slammed the door. The kids by the dumpster were staring now. He walked to his side and started the car and pulled out the parking lot. The ride was quiet as we drove to his house.
"Titus?" he didn't respond. He looked pissed. "Did you hear what those kids were saying? Police are coming to people's homes now! What if they go to mine or- or come to yours? What are we supposed to say I-I don't think I can handle being questioned I-" I was panicking that's what I was doing. Panic attacks were rare for me, but when they do happen they are intense. I started to hyperventilate and I was starting to see blotchy black spots in my vision as I clutched my chest.
"Shit." Titus ended up pulling the car over and turned towards me. I still couldn't breath. "Hey! Hey, Jacob, look at me. Breath. Just like me' okay? I through your nose and out your mouth." He put his hands on my cheeks so I could keep eye contact. It was hard to get my breathing steady again but Titus talked me through it the entire time. When I finally calmed down the car was once again quiet.
"I'm sorry." I murmured. He let out a sigh and let go of my face. I noticed he does that a lot. Sighs.
"You're fine. We are fine if they come, they just come. We can handle it. Just don't talk. I'll answer everything." I nodded up at him. He grabbed my face with his index finger and thumb and brought our faces together. He placed a small peck on my lips but I instantly wanted more, but that's all he gave me and I was left pouting in the seat.
"Ha! You'll be fine." he started the car again while laughing and we resumed our journey back to his house. The rest of the ride I couldn't help to think about what those other kids were saying. Was I really disgusting for doing what I did? I mean he was hurting me so isn't that reason enough? Would I go to jail? Does Titus think I'm disgusting too? My mind was just a mess. Thoughts were moving so fast that I could barely keep up with them. And that caused a headache to form.
"Ow."
"What's wrong? He asked me.
"Nothing. Just a headache from thinking too much." I shrug.
"Well stop. People with pretty faces don't have enough headspace to think."
"Excuse me?" I was highly offended. Did he just call me ditz? He just laughed it off as though he didn't just hurt my feelings.
We finally made it to his house. I checked the time and it was half-past noon so everyone should be at school. When we got into the house Titus yelled out: "Hello? Anyone here?" There was no response. He shrugged his shoulders and walked upstairs to his room where I followed closely behind.
When we made it to his room he went straight to his closet.
"What are we here for?" I asked while sitting on his soft bed. He told me once that it was memory foam. Fancy. He grunts before he answers my question.
"We are here to pick up a few...supplies before we go and visit your dear neighbor. He got up and turned around with a big metal suitcase. "This is where I keep my babies. Wanna see?" I nod my head.
He places the box on the floor and I sit down next to him. Inside the case were knives of all sizes. They weren't swords or anything but they were some big hitters. Each one had their own personal design, some were colorful while some were just solid colors, but there was one that caught my eye. In the top left color was a blade that was so nice looking. The blade itself was all black. A stainless steel type of black. The handle was ruffled to give you a good grip. There was a faint line of silver running from the base of the blade to the tip. Although it was simple it was still pretty elegant.
"You like this one huh?" Titus nudged me with his shoulder. I nodded my head in agreement. "We'll pick her up. I'll go get the case." I picked up the blade and it wasn't as light as I thought it would be. I mean it wasn't heavy but it didn't feel like a feather either. I tossed it back and forth in my hands just to get the feel. I felt like Mulan, but the budget cut version.
Titus came back with two casings and gave me one. His case looked way cooler than mine but I wasn't worried. I liked mine.
"Can I see yours?" He nodded his head and showed me his. His was like mine but instead of the entire blade being black only the handle was. The blade itself was silver and had a little dent in the middle. The handle was leather with metal encasing it. His looked like a real assassin's blade. Like from the movies.
"You ready?" He got up to put the box away and walked to the door. I swallowed the lump in my throat and followed him to the car.
I was scared about going back to my neighborhood. I thought that maybe when we did what we did we would, I don't know, run away? Like how they do in the movies. Being here made my stomach churn and I was slowly losing confidence.
"You'll be fine." Those were the only words spoken in the car and I was treated for the encouragement. When we made it to the neighborhood and to Ms. Marg's home both me and Titus got out at the same time and walked up those creaky steps. Titus was the first to get there and once he did he banged in the door. It was in intervals of three, like he was mocking the holy trinity, almost like a demon would.
Ms. Marg came to the door.
"Who-"
"Why hello there." Titus said with a grin.
I guess in that moment she really did see a demon.
Jacobs's blade
Titus's blade