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All sound went out of the world. Alexis watched wide eyed as Louis tried to say something, that confused look never leaving his face until his eyes slowly closed as if he were going to sleep. Louis' body slumped over and gravity took the cue and pulled it to the floor of the backseat. Alexis instinctively tightened the grip she had on her necklace, she smelled the air like an animal sniffing for a predator.
She felt the point of what she assumed to be a very sharp knife lightly touching her back. All the sound rushed back like a vaccuum beraking hold.
"Hey Sheryl. Oh sorry, I mean Alexis."
Alexis slowly turned her head and glared. Matthew stood behind her with a matter of fact look on his face. He looked as though he may be washing dishes, cleaning the gutters.
"Matthew..."
"Get in the car, driver's side, front."
Alexis paused, for only a moment, trying quickly and vainly to come up with something. That moment was reason enough for Matthew push the tip of the knife easily through the fabric of her shirt, and slightly into the flesh of her back.
"Fucking do it."
She began moving and he kept right up behind her. As they passed the backseat, Matthew moved with the grace of a dancer, sweeping the keys out of Louis' still hand.
Acting on a well-trained instinct, Alexis swung back with her elbow, already forecasting the feeling of meeting with his nose as he brought his head back up. Unfortunately, he realized what was happening and easily dodged his head back. So, so quickly, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her head back and put that knife blade right up against her throat.
"I don't want to have to do you right here, but don't think I won't."
Gone was that awkward and shifty-eyed Matthew that she had shelved books with, here was a cool, cool killer with more discipline than she probably had.
"You're gonna do me, just do it and get it over with Matthew."
"Uh-uh. We're gonna have a little talk. Get in the car." He pushed her away, around the trunk.
And just as the thought entered her mind, he said, "If you think you're gonna run, I will make sure you are still alive and breathing when I start removing parts of your body that should never see the light of outside."
He watched her closely as she moved around the far side of the car, hugging the opposite side, slightly warm steel pushing against her clothing. She watched as he reached into the backseat and pulled Louis' body out and threw it to the ground like some sort of morbid prop, watched as he made another of those graceful moves and quickly plucked the young man's wallet out his pocket.
“Get in,” he said with a voice that could chill the air.
The two of them opened the car doors simultaneously. The two of them sat down in the car simultaneously. The two of them closed the doors to the rest of the world simultaneously.