I've had to edit some of the chapters so the organization is all off but anyway, enjoy!
Songs for this chapter are:
Cherry Bomb by: The Runaways- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMDn6V7ZLhE
And... Welcome to the Black Parade by: MCR- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDWgsQhbaqU
Hex was in her personal weight room. Hex was blasting the song “Cherry Bomb” and doing pull ups. After ten, she dropped down and brushed her hands along her black leather pants before picking up her phone. Her best friend, whom she considered family more so than her actual family, had texted her twice. Hex let out an ear splitting whistle and a small Golden Cocker Retriever, otherwise known as the forever puppy, came trotting towards her.
"Hey, my sweet Bear," Hex cooed. Bear skittered along the floor and offered a paw. She shook her head with a smile and high fived the dog before slipping into the bathroom.
“Be there in ten minutes,” she typed. Stripping off the sweaty clothing, she hopped into the shower, turned the spigots, and quickly showered. Hex considered herself to be a gold medalist at speed showering. Her hair was down to her hip, but she still washed and conditioned it in under two minutes. Hex could wash her entire body in under three. She hopped out and grabbed a towel quickly drying herself and wrapping her hair in the towel. She jogged into her room and grabbed a brown sweater, white tank top, underwear, and jeans. Hex yanked on her clothes and took the stairs two at a time, grabbing her messenger bag and keys. Hex breezed out the door and hopped into her black Lamborghini and pulled out smoothly. She was at their house in 8 minutes. She hopped out and locked her car door. Hex walked up the drive of the Tudor style house.
As soon as her feet touched the first step, Bo threw open the door, his smirk making Hex smile and roll her eyes. He bounded down the steps and dragged her up them.
"Did you hear what happened?" Bo asked, pulling Hex through the door and shouldering it closed.
"Um... no, I have no idea what you’re referring to," Hex said, confused. Bo glanced at her and shook his head in amazement.
"Georgia Landers, the23- year old girl that disappeared a week ago, was found in the same ditch Paul used to... dispose of the other girls," Bo told her. Hex froze and stopped breathing.
"Do you think a... fan... is copying Paul's murders?" Hex asked. Paul had killed every girl that he thought wouldn’t live up to his dead daughter’s memory. Hex had gotten lucky. She played the part of Sarah too well. Bo shook his head and shrugged.
"I don't know. Just promise me something. Don't talk to him," Bo said, weaving his fingers into hers. Hex forced a smile and nodded. Bo sighed in relief.
"I won't... for now," Hex promised. Bo shook his head in disbelief.
"I should've known that you would be trouble from the moment I sat down at your lunch table. I could've saved myself a whole lot of trouble," Bo teased.
Hex sat alone, just how she liked it. She was a freshman in high school. She sat at her table and ate while reading her collection of Grimm fairytales. She heard the chair across from her scrape across the floor. Glancing up from the story "The Goose Girl," she watched a tall, blonde-haired boy shifting her backpack to the chair next to him. He slid into the chair and regarded her. They sat silently, staring at each other until Hex finally broke the awkward silence.
"Who told you that you could to sit here?" she asked.
"I didn't realize these seats were taken. Please, introduce me to your friends," the boy replied sarcastically.
"That's Book Bag, this is Geometry Book That Will Be the Focus of Your Murder Trial, and this is Mister Notebook," Hex replied without missing a beat.
"So can I just call them Bag, Death Object, and Note? And what do I call you, other than violent crazy bitch?" he replied.
"I'm Hex," she replied, defeated. She grinned. "I could ask the same thing. What do I call you, other than pain in my ass?"
"My name is Brody. Call me Bo, please," Bo replied, offering his hand. Hex reached over and tapped his ring finger knuckle twice. Bo looked confused.
"I don't shake hands," Hex explained, grinning. Bo smirked and shook his head in disbelief.
"Well now I know why people sometimes stay away. I guess it takes a certain kind of crazy to handle you. Lucky for you, I'm that kind of crazy," Bo told her, winking.
Bo was talking, but Hex had zoned out, remembering their first meeting.
"Sorry, what?" she asked.
"I knew mentioning Chris and Sterling would get your attention," Bo said. Hex shrugged, not bothering to deny it.
Sterling was Chris's son and he'd just started interning for the FBI. Chris had always talked about the law enforcement career like it was the best job in the world, so Sterling aspired to go into law enforcement. Hex never understood why Sterling would want to intern at the FBI. She assumed it was managing paperwork and sitting at a desk since that had been all that her interning experience at the local radio station had been.
Even though Hex didn't talk to Chris anymore, she stayed in contact with Sterling. Throughout the trial and after the ordeal was over, Sterling still supported her. Hex stopped talking to Chris because she felt too oppressed by her family and him. She moved out after filing for emancipation. Her mother couldn't handle Hex's "destructive behavior" so she agreed. Her mother was constantly trying to make herself look like a victim. She only cared about her image, not her family. Hex didn't mind since she'd built her support system with Bo and Sterling. Hex even got checks from Chris every time he sent a birthday card.
"So what were you saying about Sterling?" Hex asked Bo.
"I heard that Chris and Sterling are working on the copycat case. They wanted them to work on it because they were already familiar with it," Bo replied.
"Hrmph, that’s interesting. Do you think they'll contact me? I mean, I am the only person that really knows the details… well, the only one that knows details that hasn’t died a horrific death," Hex said, hopping onto the bar stool and resting her forefingers to her lips. Bo shrugged.
"Hell if I know. Anyway, I've been working on this stuff already. I'm trying to connect details of this case and Paul's together. It'd help if you'd look over some of it," he told her, resting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly before stepping back and leading her to his personal "office." It had been transformed into numerous pictures from crime scenes and profiles. Bo had used yarn to trace the connections between cases and the entire wall was covered in the chilling makeshift collage. The hairs on Hex's neck stood up and she rubbed her arms.
"I shouldn't have asked you to do this, Hex," Bo said. "You don't have to help."
"I... I want to help. It took four damn years to help me, maybe there's a kid that won't have to wait that long," she explained, nervously twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. She chewed her lip and surveyed the collage. "Can you... could you take the pictures down? I don't want to mess up your work; it's just easier to think without the yarn connecting things. I need a fresh slate," Hex said, gesturing at the wall.
"I can do something better than that," Bo replied with a smirk. He went to his desk and picked up a large stack of papers. "Here are your papers. Go nuts."
"I went nuts a long time ago," Hex responded.
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