Love Kills

Jordan's mind filled with terror driven thoughts...a robber...a serial killer...a rapist...an alien.... a wild polar bear that escaped from the zoo. CREEEEEEK. On-no, there it was again. Her fingers trembled as they reached for the shower knob. She quickly turned the water off and stood dripping wet in silence, listening carefully. Footsteps. Walking down the long hallway in her huge Victorian style house. They neared the bathroom door. Terrified, Jordan suddenly remembered she hadn't locked the bathroom door. She pressed herself against the wall, hiding herself from view. She closed her eyes and wished more than anything that she was a lizard...so she could camaflouge herself and blend into the white walls. She held her breath and listened. There they were again... the footsteps grew closer and closer, another second passed and then they were right outside the bathroom.

Jordan's eyes flipped open and she peeked cautiously outside the shower curtain. The window. "Perfect," Jordan mumbled to herself. A step across the room to lock the bathroom door and another 3 steps would bring her to the window and in less than a minute she would be safe.

CREEEK. Jordan's eyes darted to the door in fear. The doorknob turned slowly... and then stopped.

"GRRR. RUFF." Jordan sighed in relief. Only Hunter or maybe Colby, her little beagles. But.... How did they get inside? And, why did the knob turn? There was someone else here. Again, her mind filled with terrifying thoughts. Without thinking Jordan dashed out of the shower. In seconds her fingers gripped the lock. She tried turning it, but it wouldn't budge. Something...or someone was holding it idol.

On the other side of the door, Luke Bower gripped a small silver gun. A pin was stuck in the lock, holding it open. The safety latch on the gun wasn't set. On pull of the trigger and it would all be over. He didn't want to kill Jordan, but he didn't have a choice. To become a member of the gang, he had to kill the one he loved the most. He thought of Jordan's sparkling green eyes and her shiny blond hair. He pictured her pearly white teeth and her smooth pink lips. He could even see her long tan legs. He loved her so much...but she didn't know he existed. Since the 4th grade, Jordan had been the most popular girl in her class...Luke had just been a freak. Jordan never looked twice at him...Luke snapped back to reality as he felt pull on the door. Without a thought, he knew Jordan was directly on the other side. He gripped the gun in his hand, his finger lying on the trigger. One pull and it would be over.

Jordan gasped lightly as she tried desperately to turn the lock. Giving up, she let go and darted to the window. She gripped the sides, trying to pull it open, but it seemed stuck. She pulled at it, harder and harder, not getting anywhere. She heard the door handle and she turned. No time left. She grabbed the nearest thing to her...a glass candleholder. The candle fell out and rolled to the floor. The door handle turned and slowly opened.

Luke pushed the door further, coming in view of Jordan. Her blond hair lay limp and wet. Water dripped off her body and she stood trembling across the bathroom, her back to a window. Luke's fingers shook as he posed them over the trigger. He squinted his eyes tight; hoping it would be easier if he didn't look.

"Luke Bower? What are you doing here?" The words rolled off Jordan's tongue.