Kristopher Atchley

This is what has become of everything that I loved, the betrayal and the blood became inseparable from the most beautiful nightmare I've ever had.

[peeping-james]

James smirked at his friend, the thrill of the kill filling his veins with energy. As if he’d taken a shot of espresso, he perked up, his eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. This is what James lived for, the endless possibilities that surrounded their craft.

"God, it’s been so long!"

James sighed loudly, shifting in his seat. 

His eyes scanned the faces behind Kris, briefly. He processed all of the faces, the postures, the skin tones, the hair colors; organizing all into his mental library. He wondered if he’d yet to meet the culprit, the Puppeteer could be anyone, or they could be no one. 

“I’ll admit I’m a little jealous of all the attention this guy’s getting, but I think if we ever got any coverage like him the fame would go to your fat head!”

[katchley]

Kristopher could visibly see his friend perk up at the comment. It had been a while since they had last killed together - too long, in fact. Kris could see that his friend was just itching to get back at it again. And of course, Kris felt the same way. Spending a month in a half in juvy afforded a person with much more than an itch to get back into old habits - it also was a great place to trade secrets, insider information, what have you. Kristopher had learned a few new tricks since the last time he had seen his redheaded companion. 

"Well, why don't we change that? After this fucking lockdown is over, there will be plenty of opportunities to get back in the game." He suggested with a devilish grin sprawled across his face. 

As his friend began once more, Kristopher listened, but did not exactly agree with what James was saying. Jealous of the attention? Kris didn't kill for the attention. He killed for the thrill, the fun, and the pleasure he got from watching the life leave a person's eyes. It wasn't the same with animals. Watching a person die at your hand was a completely different ball game. It was like you could see their entire life flash before their eyes and then the lights just went out - poof! His flesh crawled at the thought; he needed to get out of this cafeteria. 

"You know I don't do it for the attention or the fame. Your recognition and envy keeps me going well enough." He replied jokingly.

[seanwardgibby]

There was something in the kid’s voice. Something that would’ve sent off warning bells to a normal person, but sparked a kinship in Sean. This kid knew like… What was his name.. John? Jerry… Whatever, it would hit him later. But he knew. Sean would tread lightly, not because he was afraid but because he wanted to see how much the kid knew. Normal teenagers would be flipping their shit, but not him… And Sean thought he knew why.

"Is that so? Maybe it’s less about the act, more about the show. I mean, some people don’t always kill for fun, they do it for the spotlight." His words were spoken slowly, each given due thought before they breezed through his lips. Dark brown eyes watched the boy sternly, analyzing any emotion that flickered on his face. Years of killing made him more in tune to human nature and he turned on those skills now. He was testing the boy, weaving a web that eventually he’d get caught in. Sooner or later, this stranger would say something to give Sean the answer he needed, he just had to wait.

Then it was Sean’s turn to laugh. If this guy only knew. Why would he fear himself? "Please. First of all monsters don’t run, we prowl. Secondly, I’ve got more skills than any… "Serial Killer" in this place." His words were accented with a roll of his eyes. ”They couldn’t hunt me down if I swallowed a target, tied a rope around my ankle, and connected it to their gun . But thanks for the concern. I think you should watch how cocky you are. I hear everyone’s in danger when they hit the forest.” Because I’m the wolf that rips them to shreds.

[katchley]

"Sure seems that way with this guy, doesn't it?" Kristopher scoffed at the thought. In his experience, it was better to get rid of the evidence. After all, he had a whole career ahead of him that entailed much more than showing off his work. Sure, the pictures he took could be construed as evidence against him and seemed harmful, but were they really? Anyone looking at them would think that it was all fake blood - corn syrup, prosthetic - no one would really suspect someone with the charisma of Kristopher Atchley would hurt a fly. 

"Sounds like you've had a lot of practice." Kris replied, raising a brow at Sean. What exactly was this guy trying to say? He was proud, but not in a good way. It was like he was just itching to spill his guts about the things he was proclaimed to be so good at. Kristopher wouldn't divulge such information so carelessly. After all, how did this kid know the Kristopher wasn't some fucking nark? He laughed internally at the thought. 

His interests were spiked when Sean commented about how cocky Kris was; funny how he had just been thinking the same thing. However, Kristopher wasn't exactly scared by this subtle threat. The woods? As if there was anything lurking in the woods that surrounded Bentley that Kristopher would be afraid of. If anything, the creatures lurking in the woods had Kris to be afraid of - torturing anything helpless was kind of his forte. 

"I'm not worried about what's in the forest. I've had more than enough practice to handle anything anyone can throw my way." He replied nonchalantly with a small smirk plastered across his pale features.

[seanwardgibby]

Sean laughed aloud at the kid’s response. If he were in any other condition, the boy would be bloody and unconscious on a floor somewhere. But from the looks of it, this stranger thought different. He seemed to feel… Safe. If only he knew. Sean logged the new face into his mind, making a mental note to find him later. This kid needed to be taught a lesson that Sean was positive he could teach. You could never go wrong with a good, old-fashioned ass whooping. His brother had taught him that plenty of times.

"So where’s your mom, kid? Somewhere freaking out about this killer? I bet you’re scared shitless, aren’t you?" 

He wasn’t an idiot, Sean could clearly see the kid didn’t want to be bothered. So naturally he was going to talk to him.

"Pathetic. This Puppeteer poser isn’t worth the hysterics. Trust me. This is too… Showy. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. You probably think these Rent-A-Cops will protect you."

[katchley]

Kristopher raised a brow as the newcomer continued to stare him down. What exactly was this dude's problem? Clearly he was playing games. Kris didn't mind, though, he could play games, too. In fact, he liked to play games. Especially when they ended with someone as annoying as this prick covered in his own blood. He listened, without any hint of emotion across his features, as the boy talked. 

"The Puppeteer doesn't scare me. I think he's an amateur." Kris said with a matter-of-fact tone to his voice, "He wants to make a statement, make a scene, sure. But what good does that do you? They know he's out there now, they know there's someone to look for." Kris continued, "Isn't it better when there's nothing left? No body, no crime." He finished, shrugging his shoulders.

He laughed aloud at Sean's next comment. It was obvious that this guy had never talked to Kris before. Anyone who spent remotely five minutes talking to Kristopher Atchley knew that he would never leave his life in the hands of a rent-a-cop. He could take care of himself. Rather well, actually. 

"Ha." He said sarcastically, "I can fend for myself, thanks." Kris rolled his eyes at the thought. "What about you? Do you really think you've got the skills to protect yourself from all these monsters and serial killers running about Bentley?" He raised his brow once more, surely this kid was all show. There was no doubt in his mind about that. 

[seanwardgibby]

Sean was coasting through the cafeteria, having not yet seen Clara and growing bored. There was a spot in the back that he sought of occupy and wait for her text, then swoop into rescue her. A large family stood in the way, causing him to bump into the kid sitting at the table he hoped was empty. His eyebrow hitched down at the kid. Some nerve. “What? Calm your tits, it was an accident. If you think I’m saying sorry, you’re wrong.” Then he continued down the table to sit a few places away from the simmering kid.

[katchley]

"Yeah, whatever. Fuck you, dude." Kristopher rolled his eyes at the rude newcomer. 

Clearly this guy was nothing short of a cocky fuck. It takes one to know one, after all. Kristopher wasn't about to let this asshole hold all the dominance in such a situation. This guy ran into him, so obviously an apology was in order, but clearly he couldn't expect common courtesy from a guy like this. Furthermore, he wasn't exactly in the mood for a fight - knowing full well that this poor sucker would leave with his tail tucked between his legs if Kris had a go at him. 

He'd let it go for now, but he wasn't exactly happy that he was now forced to share a table with this unfamiliar douchebag. Kris picked his phone back up and began once more scrolling through a random app - hoping to exude the attitude of something along the lines of leave me the fuck alone. 

[fuckingangela2]

Angela shook her head, her tears of rage thickening and blurring her vision even more. It wasn’t true, and Kris knew it. James loved Angela. He had to… right? The truth was that she had no way of knowing exactly what James had said to Kris about her behind her back. He could very well be telling Kris that all he wanted from Angela was sex.

She refused to speculate on that. James had always been kind to her. He’d really given her no reason to question his motives. But from the beginning, Kris had been trying to split them up. It made her blood simmer in her veins. Her chest tightened as she sniffled furiously and the tears left warm rivers on her cheeks. 

"Fuck you," she practically spat at him through her teeth as she drew her fist back and punched him in the nose.

[katchley]

Her fist made contact with his nose before he could flinch. It wasn't hard - she didn't even knock him from his seat. But it did bleed. He felt the warm liquid drip down his lip and the iron taste sink into his tongue. Kristopher pinched the bridge of his nose and wiped away the remaining blood with his sleeve. Shooting a glare at the blonde, Kristopher shook his head in disapproval. 

"Yeah, yeah. Fuck me." He said, still attempting to wipe the now dried blood from his face. 

It seemed just like her to act out on her rage in such an uncontrollable manor. This was the very reason someone like Angela would never be able to pull of an act like murder. Too quick to act on her emotions, driven only by her feelings. It wasn't exactly conducive to such activities. Kristopher didn't mind that she had punched him, in fact, he was pleased because it only proved him right. 

"Why don't you go look for your boyfriend instead of antagonizing me like a little bitch? I'm sure you'd have a much better time, anyway." He spat at her, finally reaching his threshold to endure her presence. 

[katchley]

And No Rear View Could Picture What We Leave Behind || Kreva

[gardenof-eva]

  He had left her without a word. Not a phone call, not a letter.

The last time she’d seen her boyfriend, he was being hauled away in a cop car. She had been crying hysterically, trying to contact his sisters, his parents, anyone that could help—but as soon as everyone arrived, she was shoved out. It didn’t matter that she had been living with them for a few months, that was their son, and she was an outsider.

There was no way in hell she was going back home—luckily, her sister felt the same way. Her and Anna bought one-way tickets to their families home in Maine, where hopefully they could get some peace. Like most things in Eva’s life, it didn’t last long.

The beach was lovely, but the water was cold; she had hot neighbors, but what were the use of boys when she was still spoken for (even if he was a pathetic little convict)? Anna had fit in wonderfully—it turned out the outdoors had done her some good—even if she was known to bring home a dead animal or two. Eva spent her time on the beach, reading her books and suntanning.

She tried to put him in the back of her mind—in fact, she had barely spoken his name since his arrest—but there was no novel nor distraction that could possibly sway her feelings of sadness and somewhat guilt. It took half a bottle of whiskey between her and her cousins and some persistent badgering before his name would escape her lips, as if she were casting a spell: Kris.

Kristopher Fucking Atchley. All of her problems used to melt away at the idea of his arms around hers; now all she wanted was to connect her fist with his face. He should’ve fucking called. Eventually, she had to face her family and Kris. 

Not a half hour after she had arrived at her room at the Abbott Hotel, she had received a text alert about a mandatory lock-down. Fucking ridiculous. Still wearing the white lace summer dress she had left Maine in, Eva packed a bag and called a cab.

—

Her eyes rolled as her cab pulled into the rotary of Franklin Bentley Memorial High School, tossing a few dollars at the driver and muttered a quick “thank you”. Bronzed legs stepped out of the car one after the other, staring up at the school before shutting the car door behind her.

"Fuck.." She grumbled as she watched clusters of people gather into the school. Why had she come home again?

[katchley]

Kristopher Atchley pulled into the crowded parking lot of Bentley Memorial High School. All the residents of Bentley seemed to be flocking towards the entrance of the high school as fast as they could. Looks of panic were clear as day across the countless people flooding into the old brick building. What exactly were they afraid of? Murder? Death? Dying? Whatever. What was death, really? Kris would never understand why dying was such a scary and ominous concept for other people. It never seemed to faze him. After all, death was inevitable.

Getting out of his car and grabbing his bag from the back seat, he clicked the locks and slung his duffel over his shoulder. Finishing the last remnant of his cigarette and flicking it on to the pavement. He surveyed the parking lot once more before beginning his journey towards the front doors of the high school. Great, he thought to himself, how long do I get to be crammed into this place with a bunch of people I fuckin’ hate. He rolled his eyes at the thought and made his way to the sidewalk that led up to the glass double doors .

Before he neared the entrance; however, he noticed a cab pull up into the rotary. He stopped in his tracks as he watched a blonde figure emerge from the yellow car – Eva. His heart immediately dropped into his stomach, unsure of what to do next. Should he try to catch up to her or let her go? Maybe she could enjoy a small moment of peace before he ruined her day. Again. Kristopher wasn’t sure what would come from their inevitable encounter – he was sure that he would probably receive a well deserved slap in the face, but that didn’t bother him. He was more worried about losing Eva forever.

Swallowing hard, Kristopher quickened his pace in a half-hearted attempt to catch up with his former flame. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in before he finally caught up with her, tapping her gently on the shoulder. Holding his breath, he waited patiently for her to turn around. Unsure of what to expect, other than maybe a right hook to the jaw – which he would completely deserve. The scent of her perfume immediately flooded his sense; God, he had missed her so much more than he realized.

“Eva?” He asked his tone timid, but calm. 

[peeping-james]

James shook his head at his friend, positive that whatever answer he gave Kris wouldn’t ease his mind. He shot the brunette an annoyed look before waving him off.

"You don’t have to worry Mama Kris."

James tried desperately to lighten up the conversation. 

Kristopher practically lit up as James suggested dropping the topic of Angela. He swore he even saw a smile cross his face. 

James chuckled at Kris’ remarks, his posture straightening a bit. 

"I know we could do better." 

James raised an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face. 

"I’m actually very eager to meet this Puppeteer, he seems like a swell fellow."

He shrugged a little, it seemed Kris and James were the only two in all of Bentley to talk about the infamous murderer lightly. On a scale of one to five stars James would generously give this Puppeteer guy a 3. Maybe a 3 1/2 for effort, and “originality.” But it wasn’t James’ place to judge a fellow artist.

[katchley]

Kris chose to ignore his red headed best friend's comment. The boy was all fun and games and someone had to think about the consequences. Of course, they were both so thorough that getting caught was rare. At least, it had been - until Kristopher went and got himself caught in the act. James hadn't been there this time and Kris knew he needed his faithful partner in crime if he wanted to get away with anything else. 

Turning his attention back to his friend, Kris listen intently and watched as the boy lit up when he talked about being able to do better. If only they could get away with something here. After all, they could always see the Puppeteers display as a challenge. Kris wasn't one to turn down a challenge. 

"Maybe we could provide him with a few pointers." Kris said with a joking smile across his features. 

Of course he wouldn't really want to team up with someone like the Puppeteer - it was obvious the mysterious killer was a solo act. But he wouldn't mind swapping ideas and whatnot. The thought of trying to find this mysterious man was exciting and Kristopher wondered if he was the type to be hiding out in plan sight, amongst all the other Bentley residents trapped in the cafeteria. 

"Too bad we can't make our own display. We have to miss out on all the fun." 

[fuckingangela2]

Angela felt her cheeks burn bright red. He was wrong. He had to be wrong. James loved her. He said he… Her chest tightened in the familiar, red way. Her throat tightened and dried, like it was full of feathers. If she’d had a heart, she would’ve sworn that it would be anguished. She bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood. Her vision blurred, and she realized that her cheeks were wet. 

"You don’t… you don’t even know."

[katchley]

Seriously? She was crying. What the actual fuck? Kristopher couldn't tell if she was faking it or if she was sincerely upset. Apparently Angela was just some broken little girl that fucked up and went too far. The fact that all it took was poking at her new boyfriends intentions to set her off was a little pathetic. If she knew anything about James, she would know that he would probably follow her around like a puppy as long as she let him. At least until she fucked everything up. 

"It's fine. You're fine. I'm sure he's in it for a lot more than the sex. Jesus." 

He wasn't one to be sympathetic, obviously he'd caused all this mess. But the last thing he wanted was to sit next to a crying girl and have to endure all the heartless stares that accompanied such a stigma. He couldn't handle the fuckin' waterworks. Not today. 

[peeping-james]

"That’s all we are to the police; cattle. Nothing but cattle."

His voice trailed off, talking about the current situation aggravated him. Not only were his things missing, but he’d been forced to the walls of a place he’d left behind years ago. 

James laughed at Kris’ annoyance at the mention of his girlfriend. Finding it amusing how much the two didn’t like each other. 

"Oh boy, I bet that was fun."

It seemed ever since James had met Angela, she’d brought nothing but trouble with her. But it hadn’t phased him up until now. Here was his best friend warning him about being with the girl he’d met only months earlier. There would no happy-ending with James and Angela, no matter what route there relationship would take. The cards were stacked against him, it was obvious. 

"I like to believe she’s competent enough not to run her mouth. She knows the consequences, I made them particularly clear."

James tried to ease his friends mind, but it was a useless attempt. He knew for a fact that there would be tensions between Kris and Angela until the end of time. But Angela wasn’t Eva, she was a different being completely; literally. Angela was on a whole other plane of understanding, whether or not she would live up to that expectation was to be determined. 

"Let’s not talk about her anymore, I don’t think I need anymore stress at the moment."

James let a small chuckle escape his lips as he ran a hand through his red curls. 

[katchley]

"Seems that way.." 

Kris rolled his eyes at the thought. Being stuck in the high school was bad enough, but having the entire population of Bentley crammed into the cafeteria was another. He desperately hoped that they would at least let them start wandering soon - he really needed some fresh air. Or the least a change of scenery. 

"It was - she assured me our secrets were safe, so I'd love to know just how much you've told her." 

He honestly didn't expect a straight answer. What James told Angela would probably only be known between the two of them and anything that got back to Kris would probably be understated. Most likely a lie to cover both their asses. But as long as he didn't get caught, he was becoming slightly more willing to look past it. 

When James suggested not talking about Angela anymore, however, Kristopher was happy to leave the subject alone. He was tired of thinking about the stupid little blonde girl, but he would try to be nice for now. Until she stepped out of line and Kris hoped it would be soon. Just the thought of being able to mutilate her made him happy inside. After all, she was taking his best friend away from him. No one was allowed to do that. 

"Fine by me. So, what do you think about this whole Puppeteer thing?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, "I bet we could do better." 

[fuckingangela2]

Angela crossed her arms and clenched her teeth. He was making fun of her. She’d showed him her vulnerability, and he had the nerve to make fun of her. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing how much it hurt her.

"One of the girls… I see her face sometimes when I’m in a crowd. I have nightmares about it…" She trailed off, cracking her knuckles.

She shook her head. Kris didn’t understand, and it wasn’t as if she could explain anything to him. She’d never leave James. She’d been watching him for his entire life. She’d been with him for nineteen years already, even if he didn’t know she existed for the majority of it. And Kris couldn’t “take care of her” like he wanted to. She couldn’t die all over again.

"Even if I get mad, I’d never tell. I love him. I’ll always love him too much to hurt him like that. Do whatever the fuck you want with me though. I don’t care anymore."

[katchley]

Kris ignored her first statement. He wasn't going to provide her with any sympathy - he honestly didn't care. It made her seem so weak. He had a very small tolerance fuse when it came for people who were weak. His parents were weak, his siblings were weak. They weren't even his real family. He was nothing like them. He was nothing like anyone, really. With the exception of James. 

He listened as she began to speak once more. Claiming that she loved James and would never tell on them. How could she love him when they had only been dating for what? A month? Two tops? How did she know? How was she so sure? Kris rolled his eyes at the thought. 

"I'm not even sure James has the capacity to love, Angela. Don't hold you breath if he lies to you just to get in your pants. I'll tolerate you for now, for James, but just know that you better not fuck anything up for us." 

Of course he didn't really know how James felt about Angela. He was sure that his best friend probably wanted much more than sex from the girl, but putting thoughts that suggested just that into her head wouldn't do either of them any good. Kris wasn't willing to jeopardize his own relationship with the red-haired boy for the sake of James' and Angela's so-called "love" for each other. What James and Kris did together was more important - Kris needed him. How else would he get away with murder? He couldn't do it on his own. 

[peeping-james]

"Someone’s catty today."

James raised an eyebrow at his friend, sliding across the table, and seating himself in front of Kristopher. James mimicked the sound of an angry cat, and clawed at Kris’ face, playfully slapping him. 

"Seriously, who peed in your corn flakes?"

James asked without expecting an answer.  

"Have you seen Angela?" 

James perked up like a meerkat, his eyes searching the number of faces for the small blonde girl. This was the longest James had seen or spoken to Kristopher, the thought of finding Angela practically melted out of his mind. 

[katchley]

Kris pulled away from his friend's playful attack. Leave it to James to lighten up the mood. The kid never seemed to take anything too seriously. It was probably a trait Kris could have learned from - he felt like he was constantly on edge lately. He let a small smile creep across his features at the sight of his best friend - they hadn't seen each other since before Kris had been shipped off to juvy. 

"Dude, my skin is crawling in here. They have use shoved in here like cattle." 

He was happy to see James, but when the red-haired boy brought up his new found girlfriend, Kristopher rolled his eyes. He didn't bother hiding it. That girl would be the death of them. If she didn't get them caught, she would at least ruin the good thing they had going. 

"Yeah, I talked to her earlier. Unfortunately. That bitch is going to get us caught, man. You need to be fuckin' careful." 

Knowing his friend wouldn't listen, Kristopher tried his best to sound as casual as possible. Girls were always going to be involved in each of the boys lives, but it was so much easier to lie to them. Especially one like Angela, she was devious and she was a bitch. Why even bother telling her the truth? Kris hadn't bothered revealing any big secrets to Eva and their relationship seemed to work better that way. 

[fuckingangela2]

Amateurs. He had just called her an amateur. The familiar heat of fury rose in her throat. She wanted so badly to object, to prove him wrong. But he was right. When it came to killing people, she was an amateur. Aside from killing herself, she’d only killed her first four girls weeks ago. She was in no way as experienced as Kris or James. She sighed and bit her fingernails, shaking her head at the boy.

"Don’t worry about that. I can’t imagine that I’ll ever have the balls to do it again."

She folded her legs underneath her, sitting on her chair at the table as one might sit on a floor. After a few moments, she met Kris’ eyes again. She was almost thirty years older than him, but the way he looked at her, as if he disapproved, as if she wasn’t worth his time, made her feel like a child.

"You know I won’t tell anyone, right? I don’t want James to get in trouble. Or you."

[katchley]

Kristopher found himself stifling laughter at the girl. Was she serious? Poor little Angela had sunken her teeth into something much bigger than she could chew and what did she feel now? Guilty, maybe? Why else would a person never want to murder again? Luckily for Kris, he was pretty sure he had absolutely no capacity for empathy. Not an empathetic bone in his body. 

"What? Do you feel guilty now or something? That's cute." 

He didn't know what he had expected. If anything, he would have suspected Angela to be the type with no remorse, no empathetic bone in her body - just like him. Just like James. But clearly he was wrong. He thought he hated her because she was basically a girl version of he and his best friend, but she was just like everyone else. 

"You won't tell now. But how long do you think you two will really last? You'll get in a stupid fight and you'll get pissed and then I'll take care of you. I don't trust you, Angela. Do what you want with my best friend, but when things go sour - and they will - you can expect me to be knocking at your fucking door." 

[katchley]

There's No One There but the Devil and I || Self-Para

Word Count: 444 Summary: Kristopher struggles with his own urges to murder and kill everyone crammed into the high school cafeteria. Because fuck you, that's why. 

Kristopher Atchley sat on the roof of Bentley Memorial High. Despite all their efforts to keep everyone contained in the cafeteria, Kris had somehow managed to sneak past the supposedly ‘capable’ guards and snuck through the kitchen and up the fire escape. Forget about safety and security – the boy needed a fuckin’ cigarette. He was surprised more people weren’t cracking down; he knew he wasn’t the only smoker in Bentley.

Taking a cigarette out of his half empty pack, Kris lit it with a single flick of his lighter. The smoke inhaled into his lungs provided the most relieving feelings – but it wasn’t enough. All of this murder and death, it was triggering. He didn’t know how else to describe it to himself. Of course, he had to do everything he could t stay on the straight and narrow, but how was he expected to do something like that when murder and death were everywhere he looked? The itch was becoming too much; he needed to scratch it.

After spending a month and a half in juvenile for his delinquent behavior, one would think the boy would have learned by now. But an addiction was an addiction and his urges were just the same. Even more so, the fact that these so-called ‘authorities’ seemed to think that cramming everyone into the fucking cafeteria would keep the hysteria down was outright ridiculous. If anything, it increased the panic and put everyone on edge. And for someone like Kristopher, it made him want to rip out every throat of every single asshole in that room.

Filling his lungs with smoke once more, Kristopher imagined how he would kill a person in this situation. It would be so easy – everyone would just blame it on the self-proclaimed Puppeteer. Hell, Kristopher had to admire the guy’s work. Everything was set up so precisely and well thought out – clearly this guy had done his homework. He was a real psychopath. Those were rare. Kristopher had thought at one point that maybe he was the only one who appreciated murder for what it really was – art.

Allowing his mind to flash through the various scenarios of how he might just be able to get away with murder in such a situation – walls splattered with blood, his camera at his side to document, the beautiful sound of a death rattle. He only allowed the thoughts for a second before he shut them off with a drag of his cigarette. For now he could control it, but how much longer would that last? Would the lockdown be called off before his self-control melted away? Or would his urges overpower him once more?

[fuckingangela2]

Angela crossed her legs under the table, pressing her lips into a pout. This is not how she had expected him to react. She pushed a few stray strands of blonde hair behind her ear. James hadn’t been impressed either. She felt dejected now, like she’d lived her worst nightmare for nothing. 

"Fuck you," she murmured, looking down at her hands.

She hated how small he thought she was. She felt like Kris had always thought that she was weak. She needed a way to prove that she was strong, that she was trustworthy. She looked back up at Kris, her smirk gone. All the bullshit was wiped from her face.

"Why don’t you like me?"

[katchley]

A small smirk met his features at the poor girl's obvious dejected feelings. What had she expected from him? A pat on the back? A playful nudge of the shoulder and a good job, kid. Angela was a big girl, Kris didn't understand why his approval was so important to her. He wouldn't give it to her anyway. 

He rolled his eyes at her comment and watched as she looked down at her small hands. Kris vaguely wondered what James's reaction had been - he was sure Angela would have gone prancing back to him, trying to find some sort of praise. Did her daddy just not love her enough that she needed the approval of others to feel special? 

Why don't you like me? Kris was slightly caught of guard by the question, but momentarily contemplated telling her the truth before he brushed the thought away. 

"I think that if you're not careful, you're going to get yourself caught and I want nothing to do with that." Kris paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "It's nothing personal, but I don't like to associate myself with amateurs. I've got too much to lose." 

[fuckingangela2]

Angela smiled at Kris’s biting remark. He didn’t understand that this was what the lived for, this bickering, this rapport, getting under people’s skin. She didn’t exactly hate Kris. It was more that she was jealous of the boy. He was a killer, everything that she wanted to be. Angela could never be James’ partner in crime because Kris would always fill the position. She crossed her arms over her small chest.

"Nah, I’ll find him eventually. It might be fun to talk to you, actually."

The wheels were spinning inside of her head. The night with Sean… the night which she’d hated more than any other night in her existence… Kris was the only person in Bentley who might be impressed by it.

"I’m like you now, you know. I’ve killed now. Four girls."

She forced a smirk. She was bragging about something that didn’t seem fit to brag about. The memory of the night made her sick to her stomach, but she hated that Kris had something over her, some reason to think that he was better than her. Now they were the same. They were both monsters.

[katchley]

Kris raised a brow, accompanied by a look that could only be described as confusion. What would Angela gain from talking to him? He had made it blatantly obvious that he wanted nothing to do with her, regardless of the esteem to which his best friend seemed to hold her to. He ignored her comment and waited for her to continue - obviously there was something she was wanting to reveal. 

I'm like you now.. I've killed now. Kristopher let out a scoff that anyone who was two tables away could hear. Like him? Why on earth would this tiny, annoying girl think that she could ever be anything like him? Just because she killed a few people didn't mean anything to Kristopher. It was so much more than just the act itself - it was a form of expression. It was art. 

"Is that supposed to impress me or something?" 

[fuckingangela2]

Angela liked the idea of being in the cafeteria. She didn’t have to stay trapped in a room with people she hardly cared about anymore. It gave her the chance to see James. She was looking around the corners of the room, knowing that that’s where he had most likely retreated to, but she instead found a different familiar face. She walked to Kris, brushing her hip against his arm, and sitting down into the chair beside him.

"Watch your language, Bundy," she smirked, rolling her eyes. 

Kris had never been her biggest fan, but she knew that she had to play nice with him because that’s what James would want. 

"Have you seen my boyfriend?"

[katchley]

"Fuck off." Kris rolled his eyes at the familiar blonde. 

He had been lucky thus far to have avoided her presence. Despite the fact that his best friend saw something in the small teenager, Kristopher didn't trust her. He didn't know what James had told Angela so far, but if she mentioned anything she didn't need to know about, he would have to make his position known. And not in the nicest of ways, either. 

"I haven't."

His reply was short and sweet - the way he hoped this entire conversation would go. Kris couldn't really describe his animosity towards Angela, but he trusted his gut more than he trusted her. After all, his faithful "gut feelings" had gotten him out of a shitload of trouble - until recently, at least. 

"Do you want me to help you find him or something?" 

[katchley]

Kristopher sat at a vacated table in the corner of the cafeteria, flicking through a randomly selected app on his phone. He hadn't seen James since they'd all been herded into the cafeteria of Bentley Memorial High like a bunch of fuckin' cows. Kris rolled his eyes at the thought. 

"They can't keep track of a fuckin' murderer even when the whole population of Bentley is crammed into this tiny ass high school." He muttered under his breath. 

Just as he said it, he felt someone brush up against him. Dropping his phone effortlessly to the table, he turned to face the unknown intruder of his own private mumbling. Raising a brow, Kris waited - rather impatiently - for some sort of apology. 

"Uh.. What the fuck?"