The Game

The next day, he went to school early where he knew Charlie would be. He swiped the scowl off his face and put on a convincing smile.

“Charlie!” He called. The other boy turned and gave him a smile.

“Hey Mikey. I'm sorry if it feels like I took Monica away, she's just so wonderful.”

It's too late for sorry you shit bag. You're gonna play.

“She is. Since Monica speaks so highly of you, I want to get to know you more. Wanna go to my house and hang out?” he lied.

Charlie smiled “Sure, sounds fun.”

“It will be. So, statue at 3?” Mikey asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

As soon as Mikey turned to walk away, a sick smirk grew on his face. This was going to be fun.

Later that day Mikey and Charlie sat in his car, driving up the winding road.

“You live really far out don't you?”

“Yeah, but that's why I drive to school.” Mikey knew they definitely weren't headed to his house, but to the crematorium.

Not that Charlie had any idea.

When they pulled up, Charlie looked at Mikey confused.

“Enjoy the game.” Mikey hit the boy in the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

Mikey maneuvered Charlie so he was over his shoulder and carried him in to the basement, strapping him down to the table and displaying his 'toys' for the boy to see when he awoke.

Putting on the gloves, he snapped them tightly.

A pre-game for Charlie. So he knows what he's done wrong.

Soon the boy woke up and looked around franticly. “What the hell?!” He yanked at the restraints.

“There's no escape you know.” Charlie looked at Mikey.

“You were dead as soon as you took MY Monica. You signed your own death warrant.” he went on.

Charlie was shaking with fear. “I'm sorry. I'll back off!” He promised.

Mikey slid a knife across his cheek making him scream. “Too late!” Blood streamed down his face and onto the table.

“All those kids that went missing; you killed them! Katelyn, Erin, Derek and Shawn!”

“How did you manage to connect that?”

“My-my dads been looking into the cases. He's the sheriff.”
Mikey's eyes widened. This was news to him.

“P-please don't do to Monica what you did to t-them.” He begged.

Mikey shook the knife side to side in a 'tisk tisk' way. “Lets not get of subject shall we? But you'll see her soon enough.”

Mikey tore Charlie's shirt off and rested the blade against his stomach. “She WAS MINE!” He yanked the blade across the flesh, slashing it 3 timed before opting for a new toy.

Charlie bit his lip to keep from crying out at the hot pain in his torso, the blood that once filled it steadily dripping out in red streams.

Mikey returned with a bone saw drill smirking.

“You took her away. I FUCKING LOVE HER!” Mikey pressed the drill into Charlies rib and stared the machine. Charlie gave a blood curtailing scream as the skin twisted before his rib cracked and shattered. Blood spattering the walls, running down the white tile to the floor where it pooled.

Grabbing a scalpel, Mikey began to drag it over his arms and legs, enjoying the screams that became dry and scratchy.

“Time to go get MY girl. I'll finish you later.” Mikey stripped off the gloves and tossed them in the trash, leaving the room and headed for Monica's house.