CHAPTER 7“Hiya, girlfriend!” Bethany says in her incessantly chirpy voice as I open the door to let her in.“Hello, Bethany,” I sigh, resigned to my fate.“Look, I think we’re going to have to get something out of the way before we go any further,” she says, about as seriously as anything she’s said since I met her this morning, which catches me somewhat off guard.“All right. Shoot.”“I know you’re not exactly thrilled about having to work with someone else on this project,” she begins, beating right through the bush instead of around it, “and I sense you’re not too thrilled about the fact that I’m the one you’ll be working with, either.”So she’s not as stupid as I thought. Doesn’t make her any less annoying.“But, for the sake of the assignment, I think it will be best if we put any feelings of animosity aside and pretend to be friendly. We will have to be working together over the next six months—both as teachers and on our assignment—and we can’t afford to let any personal
CHAPTER 8As promised, Bethany picks me up at six thirty. Being the third day in a row that I’ve had to get up at an unholy hour, coupled with a slight hangover and regret over how far I let Bethany in last night, I am back to my normal, surly self. When it comes time to perform for the job, I will play the part, but when it’s just the two of us, there’s no need to act.Apparently Bethany senses my reticence, for she is noticeably less chatty than usual—well, for her at least. She still talks most of the way to the school, but she actually takes a few pauses for an occasional breath in between streams of verbal diarrhea.Our first day is pretty much just teacher orientation, since classes won’t actually start until next week. The orientation meeting takes place in the school cafeteria. The principal, Mr. Charles Davison, stands up and makes a speech, introducing Bethany and me as the temporary English teacher and new student teacher. There’s also another newcomer to the faculty, a M
CHAPTER 9After spending a weekend holed up in my girl cave, being sullen and reclusive, and watching old David Brennan episodes of Mister What—my British sci-fi guilty pleasure—come Monday morning I’m able and ready to become Jennifer Donner again. It’s nice to actually have a weekend to myself when on assignment. There have been times where I couldn’t take off at all, and those are always some of the hardest jobs.Bethany picks me up at six thirty. As usual, she spends the whole drive talking. Turns out she went on a date with Tim Collins, the P.E. teacher I’d seen her flirting with at orientation. In addition to being more than reasonably attractive, Bethany says he’s also really sweet. As you know, sweet guys bore me, but I’m sure that kinda guy is right up Bethany’s alley. They went out for drinks at a local bar. She let him kiss her goodnight, but nothing more.“Gotta make him work for it, after all,” she explains with a giggle.I don’t bother to point out if he really is as
CHAPTER 10The last period of the day is a free period for Bethany and me, dedicated to correcting class work, revising the syllabus, and preparing assignments for the rest of the week.As we head out to leave at the end of the day, we pass Principal Davison in the hall. He briefly makes eye contact, and then quickly averts his gaze and nervously shuffles off to his office. I roll my eyes and shake my head. Oh well, I’ve had to work with worse.When we get back to my apartment, we order pizza, and then begin to discuss our observations of the day. Aside from Bethany being slightly more tolerant of the Plastics than of the Goths, for the most part our observations line up. There’s actually little that Bethany missed for me to point out, which is relieving. It means I won’t actually have to spend the next six months holding her hand the entire way, which I had been worried about.“So, what’s our next step?” Bethany asks, swallowing a mouthful of bacon and cheddar pizza.“Next, we ob
CHAPTER 11Bethany and I spend the next few weeks surreptitiously watching and studying Derek Johnson and his friends, trying to learn as much about them as we can. It’s still too early to have a comprehensive profile of our Herring, but we have been able to determine that—based on a number of t-shirts we have seen them wearing—they are Rob Zombie fans. We make the safe assumption they are fans of both his music and his movies. It’s a small start, but it’s a start.For research, we spend a Saturday night—a Saturday night that Bethany is not spending with Tim ‘the Soccer Coach’ Collins—watching Zombie’s movies. A little too close to torture porn, for my tastes, but Bethany seems to be eating it up like the orphan Oliver at an all you can eat buffet. I’ve always preferred the classic slasher films; Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween. Cut a guy’s head off with a machete. Drive a pitchfork through a couple in the midst of coital throes. Hack someone to pieces with
CHAPTER 12“Craziness about that killer on the loose, isn’t it?” Michael Harris says, pulling up a seat next to us in the cafeteria, at lunch.“Yeah, crazy,” I say, trying to stay in my Jennifer Donner character, but also really not wanting to talk about this topic right now with anyone—especially not Michael Harris. With every week that passes, I can sense him getting closer to garnering the courage to ask me out. Ugh.“It feels like something out of, I dunno, Silence of the Lambs, or something,” Michael says, completely oblivious to my disinterest.“I sure hope they catch him soon,” Bethany says, shooting me a pointed look and an under-table kick to my shin.“This kinda thing always fascinates me, psychologically speaking, I mean,” Michael continues, oblivious to the silent argument raging between me and Bethany. “What is it that drives a person to do something like this? Childhood abuse? Drug use? Societal pressure? Violent media? Or is it just simply Evil making its presence k
CHAPTER 13As discussed, we spend the next several weeks stalking Christy Lee Spinner like a zombie stalking a group of addled college students.For the most part, her days are fairly routine. The only thing that separates her school-time actions from the rest of the class is that, as class president, she spends more time in the principal’s office for meetings than a straight-A student would normally be expected to.Every day, after school, she goes to cheerleading practice, after which Johnny walks her home. As both her parents work, the couple then has a few hours alone with Christy’s younger sister, Sally. I would like to believe they actually act responsibly and watch over Sally as opposed to fooling around, but they’re fucking teenagers so my hopes aren’t high in that regard. Johnny is always careful to be gone from the house by 5:15, when Mr. and Mrs. Spinner usually return home from work. His eagerness to disappear only furthers my suspicion that he and Christy get up to more
CHAPTER 14“Okay,” Bethany begins, as we briskly make our way through the dark woods, “this isn’t easy to say, but I’m not a PSK trainee.”“Yeah, surprisingly enough I figured that out after seeing your little dance-off with Jackie Chan back there,” I snap.“Yeah. Right. I’m already a fully trained operative for THEM—as an assassin.”Figures. That explains why I hated her so much when we first met. Have I mentioned that I hate assassins? I should have trusted my first instincts.“So why the whole fucking charade?” I ask. “What’s going on here?”“Well, it all has to do with that serial killer from September. He’s not a random psychopath. He’s Ninja.”Fuck. My fears confirmed. Ninja was the code name of Nick Jin, a former PSK who went rogue and was therefore turned over by THEM to the Feds. He was known as Ninja because, prior to joining THEM, he used the disguise of a ninja and used various samurai weapons to murder his victims. If Nick Jin really has gotten free and is on the lo