CHAPTER FIVE
MONSTER
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For the rest of the day, Chris skipped and no one questioned why. It was a usual thing that happened with Chris, but he still managed to maintain a steady grade in all his classes. Most people didn't see it, but he was smart.

He had gone back to his apartment to grab his crowbar and gun. Having gotten Riley to text him the location so he could scout out the place. Turns out Riley was right and was rather secluded to everyone on the Southside or even Northside.

So with the info that was given, he already had the plan set up in his head. Even if Riley didn't like it, Chris wasn't going to risk his friend's scholarship so he was going to do it alone. Chris wasn't the type to bring people into problems that he could handle, which is why he would be doing it alone.

Either way, no matter what he did, he would be protected in prison, and out of prison. It didn't bother him that he was putting his life at risk just to deal with a creep who can't keep his hands off Kaitlyn. With her being the daughter of the Sheriff, Chris knew she wouldn't go to him. So, Chris was her second option and he was happy to help.

A cigarette dangled between his lips as he scrolled through his contacts and stopped at a familiar and annoying face. Grumbling under his breath as he pressed call before bringing his phone to his ear. Taking the cigarette between his fingers and exhaling the smoke as he used his thumb to flick the ask off.

The painfully long ringing off him waiting for the old friend to pick the phone up was making Chris question if it was worth it. But that wasn't a thought once a laugh could be heard on the other end of the phone. One that held amusement and mockery that had Chris clenching his jaw.

"CJ. Long time old friend." Chris inhaled the smoke and exhaled. "Malachai. Haven't talked to you in a while." He responded and Malachai's chuckle could be heard. "Yeah. Well, ever since we had our last deal. Thank you by the way. That shit helped out my business in an extreme way." He thanked with a chuckle and Chris refrained from any snarky comments. "Gotta make friends somehow, man."

"Now, listen," Chris said his voice becoming serious. "I scratched your back a year ago. Now I need you to do the same for me." He said as he glanced around to see if anyone outside the school was listening to him.

Malachai hummed. "What do you need help with?" That was the one thing Chris liked about the Ghoulie leader. Straight to the point, no bullshitting involved. Once upon a time, the Jones boy and Ghoulie kid used to be friends back on the Southside. Until the unfortunate thing of Chris's dad being the Serpent king and Malachai's dad being the Ghoulie king.

It split the pair apart and in many cases, they fantasized about making peace between the gangs when they became in charge. Except now, Chris had changed and Malachai as well. Malachai was the leader of the Ghoulies, while Chris was just a kid in high school that did some odd jobs here and there. He didn't want to become the Serpent king because that only put more stress on him.

Chris sighed as he took a puff off his cigarette. The orange glow emulating brightly in the dark night that set into Riverdale. "How does hiding a body work for you?" He asked and an immediate laugh could be heard from Malachai.

"Holy shit. I guess you really did go to the dark side." Malachai joked as Chris cracked a tiny smile before he simply forced it away. "Well, shit, man," Malachai mumbled. "I guess we can make that work. Text me the location when you need to clean up and I'll personally be there to see you. That sound good?"

"Yeah. See you soon, M."

"See ya soon, CJ."

The phone call ended and Chris stuffed his phone into his pockets as he continued waiting for Tommy to exit the school. When he did, Chris was quick to squash the cigarette into the side of the school. The orange embers breaking off and flying into the night sky.

All the anger rushing through Chris was growing as he got close to the skinny blonde boy in front of him. His finger twitching in anticipation of what he was going to do to the creep in front of him. He was sure this wouldn't be the last person he dealt with that had the same sick agenda.

"Hey, jackass!" Chris called out and Tommy turned with a confused look on his face. "What did you-" Tommy tried to say but was interrupted by a punch to his face. Knocking him to the ground where Chris got onto him and began punching him mercilessly.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Tommy yelled from the ground as more punches landed to his face.

Grabbing the boy by the collar, Chris got in his face. "Kaitlyn Keller. I gave you the warning to leave town and you did. But your first mistake was to show back up in town." He hissed before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a cut-up piece of a shirt and wrapped it around the boy's mouth. Gagging him and stopping his words from coming out.

Chris quickly lifted the boy and rushed him to his car. Keeping a death grip around the back of his neck before shoving him into a car. Landing a nasty right hook on Tommy's jaw knocking the boy out. That would stop the chance of the boy's resistance.

After carrying the boy to his car, he stuffed Tommy into the trunk where laid the rope, gas, crowbar, and gun. Retrieving his gun, Chris glanced around as he stuffed the weapon into the back of his pants and using his shirt to cover it before slamming the trunk shut. Quickly getting into the vehicle and speeding out of the parking lot.

If he wasn't so preoccupied with school, he wouldn't mind working with some very powerful people. Use his skills for something that could benefit him in the future.

In a matter of minutes, Chris was driving to the location where he would put the boy through torture. In a way, Chris was happy Tommy showed up in Riverdale again. He didn't get to give the boy the beating he had wanted since Kaitlyn had begged him not to. Except now, things have changed and Tommy disregarded the warning he was given and showed up again.

Now, it was just him and Chris. No one to say that what Chris was doing wrong. It would be him calling the shots and deciding on what to do. That's what had him itching to get this done.

Pulling in front of the abandoned old house, Chris texted Malachai the location. Earning a devil emoji in response made Chris shake his head before hearing the yells from the trunk. Thankful that it was muffled by the thick interior of the trunk.

Getting out of the vehicle, Chris opened the trunk to reveal Tommy with teary eyes. Completely pathetic looking and the epitome of a worthless human being. Chris took the sight in so much satisfaction and amusement that he felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

"Come on, fucker." Chris muttered as he lifted the boy out of the car. Making sure to grab Harold, his crowbar and a jug of gas before walking into the house. Shoving the blonde forward where he hit the pavement with thuds before being hoisted to his feet and pushed forward.

The dusty and creaking floors cracking with each step the pair took. Chris had been smart enough to grab a tattered chair from one of the rooms and place it in the main room in front of the entrance. Not like it mattered since the area was vacant and very rarely did anyone come to the area.

Placing the jug down, Chris wrapped the rope around Tommy's waist. Having to punch the boy a few times so he would stop resisting. After a few punches and knocking him to the ground, Chris lifted the boy into the chair. Headbutting him harshly for extra measure and tying the rope around the blonde's wrists. Before Tommy knew it, he was fully restrained. Wiggling around and trying to find a chance to escape, but as he did so, Chris lit a cigarette.

Exhaling a cloud into the helpless boy's face and earning coughs as a response. A tiny grin appearing on Chris's face as he crouched down to Tommy's level. His smile disappearing as the pair made eye contact. "No use in trying to escape. I made you a promise." Chris reminded with a bland tone.

Tommy stared at him with utter fear in his eyes as he could barely see any emotion behind the brown orbs staring deep into him. Not finding an ounce of regret or sympathy from the Jones boy was rather scary.

Anyone in Tommy's shoes would be scared, but it was CJ. Chris Jones, the son of FP Jones the Serpent king. That would put anyone in Tommy's situation into a frenzy of fear and plead. "Listen, man. Whatever you've heard, ain't the truth." Tommy stammered with a nervous chuckle. "I didn't do shit!"

Standing up to his full height and shoved the piece of cloth in Tommy's mouth. Chris placed the cigarette between his lips as he reached into his pocket. Grabbing plastic gloves and watching Tommy's eyes widen as he watched his every move.

Feeling the intense aura and tension coming from Chris within seconds. The air making it hard for him to breathe properly as his eyes flickered between Chris and his gloved hands. "Did you try to rape her?" The question was a simple yes or no.

So when Tommy didn't answer, Chris had his gloves on and punched the boy. "Did you try to rape her, Tommy?" He asked again. "This is the time you start talking," Chris told the boy who tried to speak with the muffle in his mouth.

Out of annoyance, Chris removed the gag. "Fuck you!" Tommy spat and Chris chuckled as he shook his head. Backing away with a sadistic grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Wrong choice." He muttered before grabbing his trusty crowbar and swung on Tommy's right shin.

A cringing bone-breaking under the force and impact of the metal filled the house. The screams ripping through the air like a knife as Chris continued to swing again and again until he heard the crunch of the bone be no more. Knowing he had finally completely broken the boy's shin to the point where he was confident it wouldn't be fixable. That was the goal after all.

"Did you try and rape her?!" Chris yelled and the boy let out yells of pain as she tried to break free. Out of anger, Chris grabbed Tommy's wrist and planted it against the arm of the chair. His hands wiggling with his head shaking, tears escaping the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, god. Please, don't! I didn't do shit, man!" With no warning, Chris swung the crowbar down and smashed Tommy's hand. Listening to the cries of the boy as he shook violently in his chair. A cry escaping his lips as he threw his head back.

When Tommy bowed his head and his cries fell silent with the quiet whimpers taking their place, Chris slapped his face. Placing the crowbar down and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade and flipping it open. "I don't want no bullshit lie, Tommy." He muttered in a low husky tone that had Tommy inhale sharply.

Chris waited, for something. It could've been a single word or sentence, he would've been happy. But when nothing was given to him, he growled and stabbed the boy's hand. Eliciting another chorus of screams of pain as he shook his head. 

"Answer the question, Tommy!" He yelled in the screaming boy's ear. "Yes! Yes, I did!" Tommy cried out and Chris let go of the boy's wrist. The knife still stuck in the boy's hand and punctured through the palm, stabbed into the wooden armchair.

"I promise, man. I won't do it again. I'll- I'll leave. You won't see my ass again. I promise you!" Tommy promised with cries as he kept his head bowed down. Scared to even meet the other boy's gaze.

There should be sympathy Chris held for the boy. At least something that could swerve him away from going any further with what he was doing. Just to stop him and make him reconsider the decision he was going to make in the next few seconds. A decision that could change drastically by a single sentence.

But thinking of Kaitlyn, he couldn't just let this kid walk away. Act as if nothing happened and pretend like he didn't do shit to the one person Chris cared about. No. Not when this has happened once and Chris let Tommy off with a beating and warning. It'd been his decision to not listen and to continue his sickening agenda. So, there was no other option in Chris' mind besides the one he'd been thinking about all day.

Lowering himself to Tommy's ear, Chris smiled. "Don't worry. I'll give your family money for the trouble. Just enough for them to put you in a nice casket and watch you be lowered 6 feet deep into the ground." He whispered before standing up.

Tommy looked up at Chris in fear and shock. Watching Chris lift the crowbar ready to swing as he shook his head rapidly. "No, please. No!" A loud crunch and crack filled the air when Chris hit the boy in the face.

Ragged breaths of blinded rage leaving Chris as he watched Tommy lift his head. His jaw was out of place as he tried to speak and only the sound of muffled incoherent words coming out. Blood trickling out of the boy's mouth as he tried to plead to Chris. It wasn't enough for Chris as he stabbed the straight claw end of the metal weapon into the boy's leg. A cry of pain releasing from Tommy as he thrashed around in his chair.

Chris's nose twitched in anger as he forced the crowbar towards Tommy. In the process popping Tommy's knee out with a loud pop with the mixture of screams adding to the noise. Ripping the piece of heavy metal from the boy's body as he breathed heavily in fury.

The sound of a knock behind him catching his attention as he turned to see the source of the sound. Finding the familiar sadistic smile from Malachai with a few Ghoulies with him as they took in the scene in front of them. Malachai stepping forward as he clapped his hands together in admiration or amusement.

"Well, shit CJ." Malachai grinned. "I know not to fuck with you." He chuckled as Chris turned back to the boy trying to keep his head up. "What the fuck did he do to get you so angry?"

Malachai's question had Chris sniff as he used his wrist to rub his nose. "Tried to rape Kaitlyn Keller." The sudden info drop had Malachai's smile drop instantly. Since Malachai had always had a crush on the girl since they were little. Just the problem was that it seemed Kaitlyn never noticed him.

"You mind if I do some teaching of my own to this kid right here?" Malachai asked in a dark cold tone that had Chris place the crowbar between his bicep and torso as he took the gloves off. "Knock yourself out. Just remember the deal." Chris reminded as Malachai nodded.

Placing a hand on the Ghoulie's shoulder, Chris gave a tiny smile. "It's good to see you, brother." He said truthfully as Malachai smiled and patted Chris on the back. "You too, man."

Chris glanced behind him to Tommy who had fearful eyes directed toward Malachai. "Make the fucker pay for messing with the wrong people." He told the Ghoulie who nodded.

Turning his gaze to Tommy who was whimpering and whining in pain. Malachai could only grin as he tilted his head and bent down to get in the boy's face. "I'm going to have fun killing you, bud."

Stepping out of the building, Chris retrieved his plastic gloves and lighter. Tossing the gloves into the back of his car as he grabbed a cigarette to light it. Only now noticing the stinging in his knuckles. The skin having split with blood lightly trickling down his hand. He ignored the pain as he shut the trunk of his car and got inside and made his way back to his apartment.

Leaving Tommy to die and not a care in the world for what came next.