He sat as still as possible. If he moved at all the tight cord around his wrist cut into him like a wire. It felt like he had been sitting here for days; his throat was dry and he was dehydrated. Everything from the day before, or two days ago, he didn’t know how long he had been there for, it was all a blur. He could feel the dried blood pulling at the hairs on his chest and stomach every time he breathed in. He looked down to see three crusty cuts that stretched across the whole of his chest. Yet, all he could think about was Molly. Where was she? He didn’t care what happened to him once she was alright.
“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” came a woman’s voice from behind him,closely follow by the sound of footsteps. The voice was familiar but he wasn’t sure from where. A light flashed on above him. It was only bright enough to shine around him and not a lot further, but to him it was like he was staring into the sun. He could see the silhouette of the woman but not her face. She circled him for a few minutes. She broke the silence with a vindictive laugh.
“Who are you?” Bobby asked wearily.
“What do you want with me?”
Another laugh echoed around the room.
“Don’t act so innocent, you know what you did, you know how much you hurt us all.”
He sat in dismay. What was she talking about, what had he done? He couldn’t think of anything he’d done to drive someone to do something like this. All of a sudden he felt something pound his shoulder. It was excruciating. He heard the clank of metal off the concert floor.
“You killed her and just left her there, you left her there to rot” she said.
“What do you mean I killed her? Killed who? What are you talking about?” The pain was clear in his voice.
“My sister, Serena, you murdered her. You bet her and left her to drown in her own blood.”
She moved forward into the light. Her face was familiar just like her voice. It didn’t look anything like he’d expected it to though. She had eyes as blue as tropical sea water. Her long brunette hair hung loosely around her pale slender face. He could see fear in her eyes. He knew she didn’t want him to but he could. They were too kind to hide anything. He held her stare until she looked away.
“I can see it you know?” he said weakly.
“You can see what?” she snapped.
“How scared you are, your eyes give it away. I can hear it in your voice too. You’re as scared as I am.”
“Scared? I’m not scared I’m angry. You got away with murder. You got away with killing my sister. You should be rotting behind bars, not walking around the city all lovey dovey you’re your girlfriend.” She snarled.
“Molly. What did you do to her? Where is she?” There was panic in his voice now. “Help you Lord, if you’ve done anything to hurt her I’ll-”
“Oh shut up, this is between you and me, little lover girl is fine. She doesn’t even know you’re missing and by the time she does it’ll be too late.”
He heard the scraping of metal on the ground behind him. Before he knew it she had hit him across the head with the bar. Everything went black and he lost consciousness. He wasn’t out for long.When he came back round there was a sheer burning sensation coming from his chest and wrists. He groaned in agony.
“Vinegar, painful isn’t it.” She said in a somewhat amused voice. “You’re a psycho, I didn’t kill your sister, I don’t even know who you are.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She screamed.
“You know full well who I am , you know what you did to Serena.”
At hearing that name a second time the penny finally dropped.
“Oh my God, you think I’m him. You think I’m The Mountain Keeper, the guy who allegedly killed all those girls in the mountains. That’s why you look so familiar; you were on the news after his trial. Your sister was the last person he killed.”
“Don’t try to pretend you’re not him, I know it’s you, I sat in a court room looking at you for days on end, your photo was on the news and in the papers for months. Your name’s Bobby Brown. I know it’s you.”
“King. My name’s Bobby King, I’m not who you’re looking for just let me go.”
She struck him again, this time on the other shoulder.
“Don’t lie to me I know it’s you.” She shrieked.
She hit him again and again.
“It’s about time you got a taste of your own medicine” she cried.
He knew she’d kill him, there was no way out of it. Everything was going to end here. There was no convincing her.
“Someone should have done this a long time ago.” she said.
She knocked over the chair he was sitting on. His head hit the ground with a thud. She began to kick his chest. As she was doing this an engagement ring fell out of his pocket. She bent down to it. She looked into his eyes and she saw pain and sadness. She didn’t care, he had ruined her family’s life. She didn’t bother to lift up the ring she left it where it was. She stood up again and pulled a newspaper clipping out of her pocket. It had a picture of The Mountain Keeper on it.
“Bobby ‘The Mountain Keeper’ Brown found not guilty.” she read from the clipping.
She looked down to Bobby lying on the floor and then back to the picture. She collapsed to her knees.
“It’s not… you’re… You’re not him.”
He met her gaze. The eyes he remembered being bright and full of fear were now dull and filled with tears. His gaze moved from her to the silver diamond ring gleaming on the ground a few inches away from his face.
“Molly.” he said.
He was too weak to say anything else. He was too weak to be angry or sad. He just closed his eyes and pictured her. His last breath seeped out in a slow steady whisper.