Killer Geek (SLOW UPDATES)

Billy

The house was too quiet, except for the sound of Yn pacing in the kitchen. Her steps were sharp and uneven, like the rhythm of someone barely holding it together. I sat at the counter, staring at the phone like it could somehow tell me what the hell was going on. Stu leaned against the fridge, popping a piece of gum into his mouth like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“This is insane!” Yn finally snapped, throwing her hands up. “Why is this happening? And why the hell did they leave that…stuff in our mailbox?”

Stu tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Because someone’s got a thing for you, obviously. Bet Parker wished he’d backed off before, huh?”

She spun on him, her eyes flashing. “Not funny, Stu. Parker may have been a creep, but he didn’t deserve to be—” Her voice faltered, and she gestured toward the window. “That.”

“Disemboweled,” Stu offered casually.

“Shut up!” she shouted, her voice cracking. “This isn’t some twisted slasher movie! People don’t just...die like this!”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter. “They do now,” I said, my voice low and even.

She stopped pacing and stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you even hearing yourself right now?!”

I stood slowly, meeting her gaze. “Yeah. And you need to hear me. Freaking out isn’t going to help. Whoever did this wants a reaction. Don’t give it to them.”

Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but the sound of the phone ringing stopped her cold. She froze, her eyes darting to me.

Stu snickered. “What, scared it’s another body part delivery?”

I shot him a glare and moved to the phone. Yn’s hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “Don’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I yanked my arm free and picked up the receiver. “What?”

There was silence on the other end for a beat, then a distorted voice spoke. It was low, deliberate, like the person had rehearsed every word.

“Put Yn on the phone.”

My grip on the receiver tightened. “Who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter. Put Yn on.”

I glanced back at her. She was standing frozen in place, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from falling apart.

“No,” I said firmly. “You want to talk, you talk to me.”

The voice chuckled, slow and mocking. “Oh, Billy. Always so protective. But this isn’t about you. Put her on the phone, or I’ll make sure the next delivery is even messier.”

My stomach twisted, but I kept my tone steady. “Listen to me. If you think you can—”

“I don’t think,” the voice interrupted. “I know. Now put her on, or you’ll regret it.”

The line went dead.

I slammed the phone down, the sound echoing through the kitchen. Stu raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly.

“Well, that sounded fun,” he said, his tone still light but his eyes sharp.

Yn took a shaky step forward. “What did they say?”

“They wanted to talk to you,” I said, my voice clipped.

Her face paled. “Me? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. “But they’re not getting anywhere near you.”