Chapter 3: Mrs Walkers

December 29th, 1997. Williamsburg, Virginia

Dark patches of clouds thunder along an almost nightly lit sky. Not caressing a single strain of grass as a group of 4 began to emerge onto the grass with their feet pressing against the helpless grass. Droplets of rain began to fall as the group continues to walk by stones with names carved into them. Petals from the falling red roses flying past the carved stones until it suddenly stopped at a stone carved with the his name, birth, death, and some sayings:

Bobby Marvis Martin Jr.

Great son and good friend

Born: May 3rd, 1980 - December 16th, 1997

"Well damn... Here we are in front of his grave... Who fucking knew what was going on with him." Joshua's voice rang through after the thunder has stopped for a second. His brown eyes looking down at his deceased ex-friend.

Eve looks down at the grave as well. Knowing that she could have done something for her friend, but she didn't. He was in the area that she was in during that time, if only she knew that his death could've been avoided so that he would still be alive. She carries the red roses which soon fall out of her arms as she falls onto the ground. Her knees digging into the dirt. Dirtying her rainbow colored lace pants. Tears streamed down her face as she cries out loud. Blaming herself for his death. She looks up at the stone that carved the name of her friend as she gets onto her feet. She turns towards her friends who stand behind her, "We need ta get Mr Walkers out of jail."

Joshua crosses his arms and spreads out his legs a bit. Protesting to the idea of releasing a lunatic, "Why should we let out a lunatic like Mr Walkers? He might be dead already in jail."

Aazar raises his hand and smiles, "My uncle Ahmad has been to prison a few times! We can release him too!" His voice has spunk and excitement rising up inside.

Joshua turns to look at Aazar, "We aren't releasing that shithead." His face reads that they aren't getting the uncle

Aazar loses his smile and stares at Joshua. His posture reads upset along with his face, "Why not?"

"Because he was being fucking racist to me when I said hi to his face." Joshua said in an annoyed tone.

Gina turns her head over to Eve while her heavy fabric coat makes a noise of movement, "What should we do?" Her voice sounds innocent.

Eve turns towards the trio as she looks at all of them, "We are going to sleep over at one of our places. Who's place is free and doesn't have parents in it?"

Gina shakes her head, "My parents are going to be at home." She moves her hands into her pockets from the oncoming cold wind that blows the raindrops and tree branches.

Joshua shrugs his shoulders, "If you guys want to hear belt sounds at my mom's place than go for it." His jersey lifts from the shrugging as it fell against his light brown pants.

Aazar smiles and raises his hand, "My dad and mother are going to heading out of town tomorrow. Does that count?"

Eve nods and smiles at Aazar. She looks at Gina and Joshua, "We will be meeting up at Aazar's place tonight at 7 pm. No later."

Aazar playfully punches Joshua's shoulder, "You finally get to sleep over at my place man."

Joshua shakes his head and turns around to walk to his place. He left the grave with Aazar following him. Both not really caring as they left Eve and Gina at the grave together.

Eve turns back towards the grave before turning towards Gina who is looking at her. She smiles at her, "I am going ta do something stupid."

"What are you going to do?" Gina watches Eve walk by her and begins to follow her. Becoming curious of what the Irish woman is up too.

As the 2 girls walk away, leaving the grave by its lonesome. A pair of black leather high heeled boots walk to it. Not making a move as the woman looked down at the grave. She smirks until she turns head towards the 2 girls who left the grave. Her jacket making no squeaks as she turns towards the girls and watches them leave.

She sniffs and continues to watch them leave, "2 dead and 5 left alive... Welp!" She turns her head to where her dark long straight purple hair flew counterclockwise as she looks down at Bobby's grave. Smirking up a storm, "Time for your friends to join you and your crush..." She turns her head away from the grave and begins to follow the 2 girls in releasing Mr Walkers. She footsteps make no sounds from the mushy ground as she continues to follow the girls. Seeing others beginning to enter the graveyard. She stops walking to hear sobbing and turns her head to see an old lady crying at a stone. No emotions revealed on her face as she stares at the old woman.

The woman walks over to the old woman and the stone to see that it was a name of a boy who died young. She turns her red eyes at the old woman who stared at her. Startled from the sight of the woman before her. The woman smiles gently at the old woman, "Is this your son or grandson?"

The old woman sniffs and takes out a tissue from her dark green yarn coat pocket to wipe away her tears, "My son, he died from an explosion back during the Vietnam War." Her voice sounded as though the memory was refreshing her mind. The old eyes turned back onto the gravestone before her.

The woman nods and turns her eyes back onto the gravestone for a few seconds, "By the way, what is your name?" She turned her body back to the old woman.

The old woman turns her eyes back onto the woman, "My name is Rosie Walkers." She sniffs and smiles. She looks into the woman's red eyes, "What is your name? And if you don't mind me asking, but how come you got red eyes?" Rosie starts to become fascinated by the woman's red eyes.

"My name is Regina Yugin and I don't mind if you ask me that." Regina shifts the weight in her feet, "I have colored eye contact lens."

Rosie nods with a smile, "Interesting name, I thought that the Yugin family died long time ago after a murder that has happened."

Regina laughs, "Not every last one of us died." She turns her head to the other gravestones. Naming out how all of the people died and who they were.

Rosie looks away from Regina before looking to see that she is wearing a biker outfit, "Are you in a biker gang?"

Regina looks at Rosie and snickers, "You can say that I am loner biker." She looks away before starting to walk away and waves at Rosie, "It was nice in meeting you, Rosie!"

Rosie waves at Regina before walking away from the gravestone after saying goodbye to her son. She walks slowly to a sidewalk until she suddenly stops. Feeling her heart starting to stop. She turns around to see that Regina was no longer in sight as she starts to fall onto the ground. Breathing hard until she sees black high heeled boots walking up to her. She looks up to see Regina staring at her. Wearing a horrible and sinister smile.

Rosie holds out her right hand while saying, "H... He... Help... M... Me..."

Regina picks up her left foot and slams it down onto her arm. Breaking it and hearing Rosie scream out in pain. She bends down to Rosie and pets Rosie's cheek with her hand which was covered in black leather gloves, "I am afraid that I can't. Are you... George Walkers' wife?" She turns her head to the right.

Rosie nods while whimpering in pain and shaking in fear. Thinking about how the woman from before was so nice until she became this mean until she put it together. She points at Regina with her left pointer finger, "Y-You killed all those people." Her voice became normal until she sees that Regina was wearing a much worse sinister smile. She felt fear overcome her again until she tries to get away from Regina.

Regina rotates her head along her neck. She stops rotating her head until she takes out a small knife and bends down to Rosie and drives the knife all around her neck until she stabs through the skull. Blood ran down onto Regina's right boot as she stretches Rosie's head away from her body. Regina makes the head go close to her lips and whispers, "I will let your husband join you shortly. Don't you worry, old woman." She drops the head and gets off of the lifeless body before turning away. Her legs refused to move. Realizing that she has killed the only other being that she has talked to that was alive before the incident. Her lower lip quivers before she shakes off a feeling that she doesn't want to feel before walking away from the deceased body. No longer wanting to be near it any longer. Her fist quickly clenched together until she turned around with her fist catching onto black fire and throws it at the body. Watching it burn before as every last muscle, tissue, organ, cloth, hair, everything become destroyed. Her breathing was hard and quick until she turned around. Letting the rain take out the black fire until she walks away. Feeling relief from the killing that she has just done...