1260 words, so much is said between the lines. Let's see what Danny does next:
The Snow Killer: Part Three
Danny took
a swig of his drink and rushed out to follow her, to find she was already gone.
He swore under his breath at the snowflakes that landed on his iced skin, and
pulled his hood up over his short dirt-blonde hair.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
It’s only snow. It’s not the same snow. Every snowflake is
different. They aren’t the same ones.
Danny
searched for a lighter in his jacket, before remembering he’d given in to
Diane.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
But they could be. They could have seen it all. They know it
was my fault.
He turned
the corner, bumping into a man in a leather jacket.
“Sorry, you
alright, mate?” The man had a strange look on his face.
He knows.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
They know I killed Emily and Mum. They were there.
Rush. Pump.
It was the snows fault. I couldn’t stop the car.
Rush. Pump. Rush. Pump.
I shouldn’t have been driving.
Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush. Rush.
I couldn’t drive, Mum knew that.
“You need to practise, Danny, otherwise you’ll never pass,
and then I’ll have to keep driving you everywhere.”
“Emily will pass before you do.”
“You should have learned when you were seventeen like all the
other kids.”
“No, Mum,
don’t let me drive.” Danny stopped abruptly and slammed his back against the
outer-wall of the block of flats on Spring Lane. “You shouldn’t have let me
drive.” Danny began to sob, but stopped when he heard a voice.
“Oh my god,
Jen, there’s some beggar crying. Yeah. It’s a guy. I know right. I feel so bad
for him, like, ‘cause it’s snowing and everything. I better go, Joe’s picking
me up. Piss off, he’s my brother!”
Danny moved
to see where the estranged voice was coming from, and realized it was the girl
from the pub on the phone. He watched as she put her phone away and moved
towards a lamppost. As she leaned against it, she pulled her thin jacket around
her, and looked around.
They were
at the edge of a council estate, in the middle of the night, and it was
snowing.
Hardly a safe place to wait, stupid cow – doesn’t she know
anything about Stranger Danger?
Pump. Pump. Pump.
The girl fidgeted
in the cold but kept looking up at the sky, as if wondering where the snow
comes from.
If she realises I’m here, she’s gonna go nuts.
Danny tried
to stand up, but slipped down the wall and crashed into a bin.
“What the
fuck was that?” The girl moved in to the light more, and Danny saw just how
young she really was. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen.
Emily is nineteen in March.
Danny
caught himself before he could think about her again, but his grip on his own
mind was weak.
She was so young. So pretty. Everyone loved her.
He looked
at the ditzy girl in front of him, and noticed her hair: it shone in the light
of the flickering street lamp. She was fair, but not sickly pale, like Danny. When
he was younger, his mother was always telling him to go out in the sun and play
with the other kids.
“Who’s
there? I’m calling the cops if you don’t come out right now!” Her voice trembled like a crying child. “Now,
dammit!” She screeched.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
Danny
walked towards her, holding up his hands in surrender.
“Whoa, OK, I’m coming out. I wasn’t watching
you I swear, I just-“
Rush. Rush. Rush.
“Oh my
days, it’s you: you’re the creepy bloke from the pub. You’re stalking me!” The
girl stepped back.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
“No, No,
seriously I’m not. I was just walking home, I swear.” He lowered his arms, and
stepped towards her again.
This is beginning to look like a tango. Backwards, forwards. Backwards,
forwards.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
Shut the fuck up, will you, so I can go home?
“Well then
why were you hiding behind a bin? No sane person stalks anyone. You must be
some psycho freak. Stalking girls in the snow.” She tried to stand firm, but
her legs buckled beneath her and she fell into the quickly forming bed of snow
behind her.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
Not the snow. It’s always the snow.
“Will you shut up about the weather? I’m not fucking stalking you.”
Rush. Rush. Rush.
“Yes you are: an attractive woman out on her own. I rejected you. You
thought it would be funny to come and scare me. Well I’m not scared, Freak.”
She spat the last word at him.
“Shut up” The words of a petulant child with no anger but his own.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
“Freak. Leave me alone.” She
scrambled back against a wall, and tried to stand up. Danny got closer and
closer.
Stop talking.
“HELP! HELP ME HEL-“Danny covered her mouth with his hand.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
“Shut the fuck up. What are you trying to pull? Flirting with men and
then accusing them of stalking you. I bet you’re not even old enough to be in a
fucking pub.” He gripped her mouth with his palm; his nails digging in to her
milk skin.
She’s so beautiful.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
The girl mumbled beneath his hand, and a warm expulsion of breath
tickled his skin.
“Stop talking. Do you ever stop talking?”
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
The girl tried to scream, which panicked Danny.
“Please stop talking. You talked about the snow. The snow hates me. Please,
make it stop, please.” Danny sobbed hysterically. The girl’s eyes widened, and
she tried to scream once more.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
Danny jolted his hand in panic, smashing her head against the bricks
behind her head.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
She cried out in pain. Every noise she made was mumbled. She couldn’t breathe.
There was blood everywhere.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
Danny pulled his hand away from her mouth and frantically tried to bring
her back. He pounded his clenched hands against her silvery top.
“Breathe you bitch, fucking breathe.”
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da.
Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum.
“BREATHE” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her furiously; her head
hitting the wall. Slam. Slam. Slam. More blood.
So much blood from such a tiny
person.
“Please stop.”
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
Danny dropped the girl’s body, and looked around for her bag. He pulled
out a pink purse and a silver flip-phone. He fished out her I.D, looking for a
name. He found a provisional driver’s licence.
Fuck. She’s sixteen. Oh my
god, she’s fucking sixteen.
Tears escaped his eyes, burning as the cold and the wet hit his cheeks.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
“Lily Addams.” He looked from the I.D to the girl. I.D to the girl. I.D
to the girl. I.D to the girl.
RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH. Da. Dum. RUSH.
Da. Dum.
Danny dropped the I.D card in the snow.
She looks just like Emily.
Rush. Rush. Rush.
Danny put everything back in the purse, and lay it next to the girl. He
placed her blue hands on top of her stomach, and left her to sleep in the snow.
"Snow Killer" current word count: 2,355 / 40,000 (est finished count)
