Free Family Night by Tim Miller Page A

The girl didn’t reply. “You can’t tell me your name? What will it hurt? You guys are going to kill us anyway, aren’t you?”
         “Well yeah. That’s what we do.”
         The girl seriously creeped Sarah out. The guy was bad enough. Here was this teenage girl who should be out texting her friends, playing on Facebook, or playing sports. What she should not be doing, is hanging out in weird ass dungeons torturing and eating people. That’s fucked up shit for grown-ups, let alone kids. God knows what kind of monster this girl will grow into.
         “Will you help Julie at least? I don’t care what you do to me. Kill me now if you want. Just help her, please?”
         “Ok, I think I can help her.” The girl said. She walked in and slid the door closed. Walking over to Julie, she knelt down next to her, and held her head in her lap. Stroking her hair lightly, Sarah finally felt some sense of comfort, that at least this girl wasn’t a total psychopath like her dad.
         “She has pretty hair,” the girl said.
         “Yes she does.” Sarah said, trying not to cry again.
         The girl reached to her side and pulled a large knife from a sheath on her hip. Grabbing a handful of Julie’s hair, she began cutting along her scalp, pulling out hair and skin in one big mass. Julie woke with a scream, flailing her arms. The girl rolled her onto her stomach and finished cutting until most of the hair and skin in Julie’s head was gone.
         “No!” Sarah yelled. “Why? Why’d you do that?”
         The girl stood, holding Julie’s scalp and examining it.
         “Cause she has pretty hair,” the girl said. “I want it.”
         Julie lay on the ground, still screaming. There were small patches of hair hanging off the back of her head. The rest of her head was bald and bloody as Julie felt the top of her head, trying to figure out what just happened.
         “You crazy fucking bitch!” Sarah screamed. “I’m going to cut your fucking heart out. I promise you. You’ll be dead before I am.”
         “I doubt that,” the girl said as she walked closer to Sarah. She looked up at the girl, those empty eyes of her mask staring down at her. The girl put the knife back in its sheath, stared at Sarah for a minute and turned her back to her. She looked like she was going to walk away, but she spun around and kicked Sarah in the face. Her nose crunched under the girl’s boot as blood sprayed over her and Julie. Sarah fell backward sending the sharp pain back through her knees. Her eyes watered as her hands covered her face. Once her vision cleared, she could still hear Julie crying, but the girl was gone.
     

Chapter 22
     
         Captain Johnson walked into the house. The smell of the dead bodies made him want to throw up. It had been years since he worked a crime scene, but for some reason, he was the only one answering his phone. He looked around at the two bodies on the bed. One was male, the other female, both their faces had been hacked to pieces. There was nothing but bloody shreds of bone and flesh where their heads once were.
         This was a crime of passion for sure. Well, maybe not passion, but definitely rage. Whoever killed these two knew them, and wanted to annihilate them.
         “Hey, Lopez.” Johnson said to another detective in the other room.
         “What’s up Captain?”
         “You see Castillo or Sylar? Both their phones are off. You heard from either of them?” Johnson asked.
         “Nah, I haven’t heard anything. Maybe they hooked up and don’t wanna be bothered.”
         “Yeah, I highly doubt that.” Johnson said as he laughed. “Any info on these two?”
         “Her name is Margaret Mason. Thirty-eight years old. Married to Edward Mason. The guy’s name is Tony Brown. Twenty-four years old, single. His wallet was in his jeans. The home is the Mason’s.”
         “So you thinking the