Bab 5: Chapter 4
As soon as silence engulfed the camp, Jason slowly approached the pit where the girl was thrown into. It was not very deep, but still it took some time to get out of it. It made no problem to Jason though, as he has dug such pits many times, even deeper than this one. These pits served as a good trap for victims and getting rid of the bodies. He stood at the edge of the pit and watched. The girl didn't move. Jason was really confused. Was she really dead? He remembered the bad boys and girls talking about coming back to the camp in three weeks, but why did they drop this girl here? More than that, why did they kill her? So many questions ran through Jason's head, but he couldn't find an answer to any of them.
One of them got its answer soon though, as a sound of a faint moan reached Jason's ears. The girl started to show signs of life. So she wasn't dead after all and that was already a plus. Jason realized that they have knocked her out and brought here to die. He presumed that they probably wanted him to kill her. But then again – why? Jason got his answer when Mother's voice spoke in his head.
"Jason, my dear boy. Do you remember what those mean kids did to you? It's nearly the same what those bad people did to this girl. She is a victim, just like you were, my lovely boy. She has done nothing bad, she's not a bad girl. Now listen to mommy and help the good girl. You're my good boy, and good boys always help good girls."
This confused Jason even more. Why did Mother think that this girl was good? How did she know that? But her voice was an authority, so Jason obeyed. If Mother somehow felt that this girl has suffered from the bad peoples' attitude, then she needed help. Jason jumped down into the pit, lifted the limp body and threw it on his shoulder. It will be much more difficult to get out with the extra weight on his shoulder, but considering the strength that Jason had, it wasn't that bad. He climbed out of the pit and went to the closest cabin. It was old and dirty, like all the rest of the cabins in the camp, the beds were broken in some of them, but the one Jason chose had more or less normal bed in it. There were four beds in each cabin, and Jason chose the most stable of them to put the body on. He then unwrapped the sheet and removed the sticky tape from the girl's mouth carefully. Her eyes still were firmly closed and she didn't wake up, but at least she was breathing. Jason examined the girl. Generally she didn't differ from any other girl that he killed during all these years. She had long brown hair, more the color of a chestnut, fair complexion and lean body. Judging by her clothes, she was a modest person. Nothing provocative, as some of his female victims wore, just a plain white shirt, a vest above and a blue knee-length skirt, made of the same material as the jeans, and light shoes that looked kinda like ballet ones. Simple and at the same time pretty, nothing out of order.
Jason was never interested in girls' appearance, but those who dressed provocatively were obviously the slutty ones. It was already like written on their faces. And the guys always circled around them like flies around the rotten food. And usually those were the first to die. Jason saw one such girl among those that had recently arrived and dropped the good girl here. The thought about them coming back soon made him happy. This time he will prolong the hunt on purpose, stalking each of them and getting all his fun.
As the girl still was unconscious, Jason assumed that there was no use standing near and waiting for her to awake. He decided to go and check the traps once more. With that thought he locked the cabin from the outside and left.
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Mrs. Cooke was nervous. It was already fifteen minutes to nine, and Sherry still hasn't returned. She tried to call her several times, but the phone didn't work. All she heard was that the phone is either turned off or is out of the signal range. Richard couldn't find peace either. They both knew that Sherry accompanied Lindsay home and might have tea by them, but she was never that long away, especially when it's getting dark.
"Oh dear god, where could she be?" Mrs. Cooke asked. Her voice was trembling. "It's getting dark already and still no sign of her. I can't reach her on phone."
"Neither can I," Richard replied. "If she doesn't appear until dark, we'll call the police."
After fifteen minutes the front door opened and Mr. Cook entered the house.
"Uff, finally home. I'm so tired, so much work today. What's for… um… Sharon? Richard? Are you alright? Where's Sherry?" The smile vanished from his face when he saw the nervous faces of his wife and son.
"No, Harry, we're far from being alright," Sharon said. "Sherry still hasn't come home and her phone doesn't work."
"She went to collect Lindsay from school and take her home," Richard explained. "We know that Mrs. Hawkins might have offered her to stay a bit for tea, but Sherry would at least call us and say that she's there and will be home soon."
"Have you called Mrs. Hawkins?" Harry asked. "If not, then do it now. At least we will know if Sherry is still there or not. Maybe her phone just had empty battery and that's why it doesn't work. We have to make sure."
"Right you are," Richard said. "Mom, call her and ask about Sherry, so we all can hear everything."
"OK, just a moment," Sharon took the phone and entered the number.
"Hello?" a female voice answered.
"Hi, Elizabeth, this is Sharon speaking."
"Oh, Sharon, hello. Is everything alright? You sound nervous."
"Is Sherry by you? She hasn't returned yet and I thought she might still be at your house."
"No, she left around half eight. Wait… she hasn't returned you said?"
Mrs. Cooke started to breathe heavily after hearing that Sherry left at half eight.
"Sharon, are you there? Sharon?.."
"Yes, sorry�� I'm here…"
"How come that she's not home yet? It's half an hour to your home from ours if you walk fast, as maximum. Where could she go then if not home?"
"If we knew that… She doesn't answer the phone, too. We called her several times and still no use. She's not of those people who would wander around in dark. Then we call the police immediately."
"Yes, of course, do it now. And if there are any news, keep me informed, ok?"
"Sure. Bye for now."
Sharon Cooke put down the phone with a heavy sigh. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
"So, what is it? What did she say?" Harry asked.
"She… she said Sherry left her house around half eight," Sharon could barely make coherent sentences. "Oh no, no… what happened to our girl?"
"Oh crap… where could she be then? I hope she's not…" Richard grabbed his head in fear.
"Don't you even think that, Richie! She must be alright!"
"Stop, calm down you both," Harry interfered in the talk. "I'm going to call the police now and give all the detailed information about Sherry and her last whereabouts. Hawkins family will also provide all they can. Let's hope they do their best and succeed in finding Sherry."
While Mr. Cooke spoke to the police, Richard and his mother discussed things.
"Do you have any ideas where she could have gone?" Sharon asked.
"Not really," he said. "Our town is safe, there were no crimes for years around here. What's more, at the time she left, the streets are not yet deserted as, let's say at eleven. And Sherry had no valuable things with her anyway that someone would like to steal, except for the phone. But in this case she would give her phone away and run for her life. Besides, she would be able to protect herself, as I taught her some judo."
"If there were no criminals, then what else could have happened? Sherry has never done anything bad to anyone. Who would even want to harm her?"
"I don't know, mum, I don't know," Richard sighed. "I hope the police will find her eventually and she will return to us safe and sound."
"Let the Lord hear you, son," Mrs. Cooke said with a sad sigh.
After Mr. Cooke finished talking to the police, Richard left his parents in the living room and went upstairs to his room. Millions of thoughts raced through his mind. He weighed all the possibilities about his sister's whereabouts, but one thought continued coming back. He had a bad suspicion about Jordan and his bitch of a girlfriend. Could they be involved in it somehow? All is possible, but there was no proof against them, at least not yet. Mother has mentioned that Sherry hasn't done anything bad to anyone and nobody would want to harm her. Well, maybe someone actually would… With that thought Richard decided to track Jordan down on the sly and listen to what he talks with Vanessa and their friends. Thus his doubts will be dispelled.
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