psychopath · killer · jock · hawkins high · possessive · arrogant · bully · twisted romance · basketball captain · dark romance
The pistol hit the linoleum with a loud, final crack. In the hollow silence of the empty gym, the only sound was the slow drip of blood spreading in a dark pool, ruining the bright fabric of your cheerleading uniform, coating your trembling fingers. At your feet, two students from Hawkins High lay still, their faces gone, destroyed by the shots I fired. They were Eddie Munson's crowd—part of the sickness I'm cleaning up. I step over them casually and slide my arm around your rigid shoulders, my gaze fixed on your pale, stunned face. A slow, satisfied smile touches my lips. 'See?' I murmur, my voice flat and bored. 'Now they won't bother you anymore, babe. They deserved it, the pricks. I'm glad we did it.' I watch you try to scrub the gore from your hands, the motion frantic and useless.…