Note: This is Montgomery's POV again. Chapter 6 "Why does my alarm clock have to be so loud?!" I asked myself. I checked the calander. April 17, 2014. 6 days after Justin got out of juvie, and he still hadn't been to school yet. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out that he was planning something. Despite his bad attitude, Justin rarely missed school. I was getting scared. 6 days is a long time. Justin must be planning something real horrible. I knew Justin's parents were at Florida for 2 weeks. That ment that whatever Justin was doing, he would have to do it today or tomorrow, or else his parents would soon find out. Still thinking about this, I went downstairs for breakfast. There was a note on the table: Dear Montgomery, our schools both have tests today, so we had to leave early. We should be home at about 7:00. Lots of love, Mom and Dad Great. Now I have the entire house to myself. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal, and quickly finished it. I brushed my teeth, and raced out the door. As I headed, to my locker, I noticed Justin talking to two of his friends, Luke and Troy. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice me. The entire day went well, until school ended. Justin's POV ----------------- I watched as Montgomery left the school. Perfect. Everything was going well so far. I quickly texted my friends. Me: Luke, you ready? Luke: im ready boss, Montgomery's gonna pay! > Me: Troy, you ready? Troy: ready! Me: Mike, you ready? Mike: wait what, what do u mean? Me: -.- Ok, Mike wasn't exactly ready. But he had a minor role. We didn't need him. I slowly crept behind Montgomery and tapped him on the shoulder. "What do you want?" He asked when he saw me. "Come with me, Montgomery. I have a surprise." "No way." Montgomery replyed. "Well you better, or we'll have to do this the hard way." I said pulling out a gun. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot. "Who was that?" I yelled. "Not me boss." Troy said. Luke and Mike said the same thing. Then I noticed a tall man standing about 20 feet away. He had on a mask and he wore only black. Then, when I noticed his gun, I realized it was him shooting. Then, I got even more scared as I realized his target: me.
Sorry for the wait. Note: this is still Justin's POV Chapter 7 "Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled to the man. He didn't respond. Just kept on shooting. "Are you crazy or something?" I yelled. He still didn't respond. This was getting out of control. We were eventually gonna get shot. I got Luke, Troy, and Mike. Then we ran away as fast as we could. After school the next day, I went to Montgomery to talk about it. "Hey Mont!" I yelled. "Mont, about that thing yesterday..." I began, but Montgomery interrupted. "Shut up Justin. I know the whole thing was an act." "No it wasn't! I swear!" I said. Montgomery opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly I saw a dark figure creeping up behind him. "Mont! Look out!" I yelled. He turned around, but it was too late. The man hit Montgomery with his gun, and he fell to the ground. I turned and I ran as fast as I could. But, the man caught up to me. He pushed me to the ground and pointed his gun at me. "Truth or dare?" He asked me. "Dare." I sand immediately. Why the **** did I just say that? I thought to myself. The man smiled. He said, "okay. I dare you to survive this." He shot a bullet straight toward my heart. Thankfully, I knew what was gonna happen before he had shot, so I had about a millisecond head start. I dove out of the way and watched as the bullet missed me by an inch. The man cursed loudly. Suddenly, Montgomery appeared behind me and knocked the gun out of the man's hand. He and Montgomery ran toward it. Neither of them got it, and they ended up wrestling each other. The man kept on pounding Montgomery's face. Blood was everywhere. I was so surprised that I didn't even try to help. After a minute or so, Montgomery finally kicked the man off him. He ran toward the gun with the man following. Montgomery got the gun first, but the man tackled him and Montgomery threw the gun across the street. I looked at it. I had a chance to reach it before the man did. It was around 20 feet away. I was pretty fast. I figured I could get there quickly. Iran toward the gun. There was no turning back now. If I got the gun, that would be good. If I didn't get the gun, that would be bad. Like, really bad.
Chapter 8 I reached the gun first. I took it and pointed it at the man. I shot once and missed. The man grabbed my hand, and tried to take the gun away from me. I kept it though. He charged at me again, but I kicked him in the stomach. He realized that he couldn't take the gun by me from force, so he tried to knock me unconscious. He hit my face over and over again, and pulled my arm as hard as he could. Desperately, I took his right hand and twisted his wrist. I heard a loud snap, and the man screamed in agony. He grabbed his wrist with his left hand, and glared at me. I tried to break his arm this time, but sadly, that failed. He looked at me with renewed strength, and slapped my face, leaving a bright red mark. I tried my best not to scream as loud as I could. I could tell he was going to slap me again, so I took the gun and threw it at him. (There were no bullets left.) This angered him, and he threw the gun several feet away. He took out a knife. He held the knife above him, and probably would've killed me if Montgomery hadn't come to save the day. He took a big branch from a tree, and snuck up behind the man. He hit the man with the branch, breaking it in half, and the man collapsed. We took his body, and his it in some tall blades of grass, where nobody ever went. Montgomery checked his watch, and quickly turned around and went home. I did too. Montgomery's POV. -------------------------- When I saw Justin getting his ass kicked, I knew I had to do something. The was an apple tree nearby, so I took a huge branch of it, and snuck up behind the strange man. I hit the man with the branch, breaking it in the process. The man fell to the ground. I took the man's body, and hid it in some tall blades of grass. Then I checked my watch. 4:30. My parents would be getting worried. So, I turned around and headed home. The next day there was no school, so I went to investigate the man. I assumed Justin had called 911, so I hadn't done anything about the man yet. I checked the man's front pockets. 2 knifes and a wallet. The man's back pockets didn't have anything in them. In his short pocket though, I found his phone. I checked the text that was most recently sent to him. It read, "kill justin and mont. the operation will go move smoothly without them."
Sorry for the wait, I'm on vacation so it's kinda hard to get an Internet connection sometimes. Chapter 9 Montgomery's POV I checked the other texts. No sign of what "The Operation" was. However, I did find out that the man's name was Peter, and he was 30 years old. It seemed he had been in contact with someone named, "James Avocado." That obviously wasn't his real name, so I did some more digging around and found that James was part of a gang called, "Dark Asylum." It seemed like James and Peter were planning something, but suddenly all contact stopped. This was very suspicious. I took the phone home to analyze. 10 years ago. -------------- Peter's POV "Please! Have mercy on me!" Henry yelled as I approached him. "Be quiet or you'll die a slow and painful death." I said. That had no affect on him. He kept on screaming as I took out a knife and stabbed him in the leg. I stabbed his other leg and finally stuck the knife deep into his chest. He was trying to stay conscious. I could tell. But soon he bled out, and died. My 8th kill. It had been 2 weeks since I had started killing. And I liked it. The media called me, "The Alphabet Killer" since I killed someone for every letter in the alphabet. Henry was letter H. I yawned. It had been a long day. I broke into a car nearby, then drove to the nearest hotel. I cut my hair with a pair of scissors, then put on a sweatshirt to cover the tattoo on my arm. I walked into the hotel, then got a room for the night. I went to sleep, then woke up the next day planning my next kill. Letter I. I had my eye on a teenager named Ian. He was 14 years old. What a shame he would have to die that young. The next day I had breakfast at the hotel, then went spying on Ian. He was wandering around with his girlfriend, then went into a store. I waited outside the store. Half an hour later, he walked outside again. Perfect. I grabbed him and took him into an abandoned house. I tied him to a chair then took out 2 knifes, and went to work. First, I stabbed both of his arms. Then I stabbed his throat twice, before finally killing him by stabbing his head. I hid him in the closet, then walked outside. Unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, and I walked straight into a police officer. He studied me for a moment. "Something wrong officer?" I asked. He didn't say anything. Just kept an eye on me and started talking into a walkie talkie. I was getting nervous. The officer was fat. I figured I could make a run for it. I was about to take off, when two other police officers appeared. They both held out guns. The fat man handcuffed me, then spoke the words every criminal hates to hear: "you're under arrest."
Not feeling any better about it sorry to be a downer and reck yourself confidence but its really not that good of a story. Be a little more descriptive. If you're going to write a realistic fiction, the more realistic the better.