I know it's been a while since I posted a new chapter and I'm so sorry! I've been working on a lot of Victorious fanfictions and they're taking up most of my time. I'm kinda losing focus on this story too...
I won't give up on it though! But speaking of giving up, I think I might get rid of my story Hit the Lights because it's long overdue. Oh well!
Anywhore, I hope you enjoy this story!
"If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive? Though I'm closer to wrong I'm no further from right. And now I'm convinced on the inside that something's wrong with me, convinced on the inside, you're so much more than me." – Seether
I…I just can't do this anymore, Angelina thinks to herself as she helps the others search for Wesley. Her 'help' is pointless though. She knows where he is; she just can't tell everyone yet. She'd make herself too big of a suspect.
I don't want to be a part of this anymore; I want it all to end…
Anya's the one who comes across Wesley's body.
It's poetic justice in a way.
She screams loudly and everyone comes running to her. Upon seeing Wesley, they either scream or gasp in terror as they see the horror of the boy with no eyes lying on the floor in a pool of drying blood. His face is forever frozen in a pained scream. The door where Wesley was thrown out of is closed and locked, a trail of blood etched under it.
"We should go," Eli suggests, pulling Angelina away from Wesley. Her face dives into his shoulder and he wraps his arms around her, one hand on her head to shield her from the sight.
I can't take this…
He walks with her away from Wesley and everyone else slowly trudges away with them.
With angered eyes, Clare rips Angelina from Eli and shoves her against the lockers.
"Get the hell off him you whore," she spits.
"Clare!" Eli reprimands as he helps Angelina up from the floor. "Don't harass her! I was only trying to help. Can't you see how this is affecting everyone?" Clare crosses her arm and scoffs. "Don't you see what she's doing?" she questions. "She's trying to get close to you so she can steal you away and get you hooked on coke like she used to be!"
Angelina shoves Clare. "What the hell is your problem Clare?" she spits. "I'm not trying to steal Eli away from you nor am I trying to get him hooked on drugs; I apologized to you a long time ago as well as a few hours ago; and it was heroin, not coke. If you're going to accuse me of 'corrupting' your boyfriend, you might as well get your shit straightened."
She turns around to where Wesley laid on the ground and her breath hitches. She closes her eyes and steps over his body, walking away from the group.
"I'm sick of this shit!" she shouts up to the ceiling. "I'm not going to do this anymore!"
Sav and Eli run up to her, grabbing her arms. "What are you going on about?" Sav questions suspiciously. Angelina sighs and lowers her head. "I know who's doing all this," she confesses.
Clare laughs sarcastically. "I knew she hadn't changed," she hisses. No one pays any mind to her.
Angelina opens her mouth to speak, but the lights go out and a scream is heard. "Let go of me!" Jenna shouts above the deafening silence of the dark. "Jenna!" Angelina calls out.
When the lights come back on, Jenna is nowhere in sight.
Eli grabs Adam and pulls him far from me, to the other side of the room. Yeah, he'll hold back the tranny because he knows I could beat his ass in a minute.
"Stop it!" he orders. "You two were better off quiet!"
I shakily rise to my feet with a taunting smirk. "It's not my fault the transgender freak can't get the girl," I taunt. Adam starts to thrash in Eli's arms, trying to break free. Ha, what a wimp! He can't even break free from the Goth prick.
"That's enough, KC!" Eli shouts to me. "If you're gonna be such a dick then go find Fitz and Owen; I'm sure you'll fit right in with them.
I roll my eyes and suck my teeth. Anywhere else would be better than with these two losers.
"I don't know why I bothered with you idiots anyway," I say.
I turn to leave with a roaring thunder rattles the second floor windows. The lights go out and I hear Clare and Jenna scream above the others. Then someone covers my mouth and drags me away from the group. They hold a napkin to my face with some weird smelling stuff to my nose and I feel my consciousness drifting from me…
I wake up in a strange place lying on my back, completely unaware of how long I've been out. I try to move, but my arms and legs are bound by something. I look around, but all I see is darkness. "What's going on?" I shout. Speaking ends up irritating my neck; there's something around it.
"I wouldn't talk so much," a deep voice suggests. I look around frantically trying to find the voice, but it's too dark for me to see anything. "You're about to find yourself in a very painful situation, and I assume you'll want to save your breath for when you scream. If you hold enough breath, then maybe someone will hear you and try to save you."
"Save me?" I repeat incredulously. What the hell is going on? "Let me outta here! Somebody help me!" I groan in pain as the thing around my neck tightens after I shout.
The deep voice starts to laugh and lightning flickers.
In that brief moment, I see the person behind the voice standing against a nearby tree, but they were an oversized puffy coat with one of those fur-brimmed hoods that casts a shadow over their face. I can't tell if there are any curves on the figure, so I assume it's a boy.
Then the world goes dark.
"This is probably my favorite death," the guy announces. I start freaking out and start thrashing wherever I am.
It doesn't work.
Lightning flashes again and I look to my left to see my arm is connected to a rope…connected to an SUV. I can only assume my other arm, legs, and neck are in the same position.
"Why are you doing this?" I shout. The rope begins to burn on my neck as I speak and my question ends with a pained noise.
The guy chuckles darkly. "Because you don't deserve to live," he answers softly.
Then head- and brake lights blink on, covering me in red light as all five cars start their engines. I thrash in the ropes again and desperately try to get out. I take in a deep breath and scream at the top of my lungs.
"Somebody, help me!"
The strain in my neck causes the rope to pull tighter, slightly cutting into my skin. I let out a pained scream and the rope tightens.
The cars begin to roll slowly and I feel the ropes on my limbs start to tighten slowly. I continue to scream though it hurts my neck. Slowly, the cars all pick up speed and they begin to tug my body in five different directions. Above my screams I hear a banging on one of the windows of the school. I faintly hear the scream.
Though it pains me, I turn my head to the window and I see Jenna staring back at me, her makeup running down her face and her hair in a mess.
Suddenly, every car floors it and the tugging grows a thousand times more painful. I scream loudly, clenching my eyes shut, as it feels like my legs are starting to rip away. Jenna screams again, but I can barely hear it over the roaring of five car engines.
With one final move, all the cars accelerate and my body begins to tear apart. I feel my legs go before I feel my arms go. I try to scream, but the world goes black and I can no longer feel or hear…
~*Five minutes ago*~
"I know who's doing all this," Angelina confesses.
Clare laughs sarcastically. "I knew she hadn't changed," she hisses. No one pays any mind to her.
Angelina opens her mouth to speak, but the lights go out and I scream. Someone grabs me roughly by my arm and tries to drag me away. "Let go of me!" I shout above the deafening silence of the dark.
"Jenna!" Angelina calls out.
I try to scream, but whoever has me has their hand over my mouth. I can't see anything in the dark and I try to break free of my captor's grasp. My captor drags me along a few more feet in the dark school before the lights come back on.
They probably have the whole school's electric circuit rigged or something…
Now's my chance!
I bring my foot down on their foot and they let go of me, crying out in pain. I feel their body move away from mine and I break out in a sprint. I have to get away!
I keep running, but I don't hear anyone following me. I slow my sprint to a casual run and eventually to a walk. I turn around and don't see anyone behind me. Maybe whoever grabbed me decided they didn't want me.
I should really get back to the others; they're probably worried sick about me. Who am I kidding? They are worried about me! I practically got abducted. But…I can't go back the way I came. That person who captured me is probably still back there waiting for me. I can't let them get me again…
I start walking through the school, taking the other route to get to the cafeteria, when I hear a guy screaming. I run to the nearest window and I scream as I see KC's limbs and head tied off to five different cars. I see someone else standing near KC and I don't know why, but I bang my hands against the glass of the window.
"KC!" I scream loudly. I continue to bang on the window, though I guess I don't know what good it will do. I continue banging on the window and I feel burning tears begin to fall down my face as I hear KC screaming in agony. I shudder and turn away with a sharp gasp as KC gives one last scream before the cars tear him apart. I let out one sob and somehow manage to look back at the scene.
God, it's horrible…
All the cars have stopped and each one holds a piece of KC's body. His torso lies in the center of the destruction with trails of blood leading out in five different directions. But then I notice something else, well…something that isn't there.
The person who was there before isn't there anymore…
I turn and start running. I don't care where; I just need to get away. I hear someone call my name, but I don't turn around. I can slow down. I can't let them get me…
I find myself in the gym and I hear a set of double-doors close. I turn around to see a person in an oversized jacket with a fur-brimmed hood and a blacked out face standing in front of the doors looking back at me.
"Who are you?" I inquire as I step away from them, keeping my eyes locked on them. They chuckle softly. "It won't matter in a few minutes," they say. Their voice is deep and dark, gravelly.
I don't waste any more time and I turn around, breaking for another sprint. I hear their footsteps catching up to me but I keep running. Then I spot the new bleachers the school put up! I'll be safe under there for the most part. There are a bunch of metal openings you'll have to climb through to get out of there; I could definitely escape them under there. And there's no way the bleachers will close because the switch is sealed off by a plastic casing that won't come open unless there's a key.
I dash under the bleachers and start leaping through the openings. I stop in the middle of the bleachers though to make sure I'm safe. There's only one other way out besides the way I came and that person might think I'm stupid.
I gasp loudly when I hear the mechanical clanking of the bleachers as they start to close.
"What the hell are you doing?" Angelina screams toward the ceiling. "Where did you take her?"
"Who the hell are you screaming at?" Clare demands as she grabs Angelina roughly by her arms. Angelina snatches out of Clare's grasp and turns away.
"I didn't tell them anything!" Angelina yells. "Give her back to me!"
"Angelina who are you talking to?" Eli questions softly. This time Angelina turns to him. "I can't tell you," she confesses with sad, pleading eyes. She hopes more than anything that he won't press this any further. "I have to find Jenna," she tells him. She turns away again and exits the cafeteria. "This is all my fault," she mutters.
Sav grabs her arm and Angelina looks back to him with anger in her eyes. "Tell us what you know," he orders. He's lost all trust in her now.
Angelina shakes her head with sad eyes, a tear forming in one of them. "I can't," she claims. "I just can't."
She pulls from Sav's loosened grip and begins running down the hall—the wrong way—in search of her cousin.
"Jenna, where are you!" Angelina screams as she runs down the school hallway. "I didn't tell them anything, I swear! Why the hell did you take her? Give her back; she didn't do anything!"
She hears laughter, cackling even, surging through the hall. Dammit!
She opens my mouth to scream when she hear Jenna call out. Jenna screams out KC's name and Angelina runs as fast as she can to get to Jenna. Jenna may not be in danger now, but she will be.
Dallas likes to fuck around with Angelina…
Angelina hears a banging on the window, followed faintly by a guy's pained scream. Then all is quiet and the only thing she can hear is my shoes beating against the linoleum. "Jenna!" she calls out. "Please answer me!"
But Jenna doesn't…
Angelina continues running around the school like a chicken with her head cut off in search of her cousin who she thinks is in danger. As she runs, she continues to call out Jenna's name, but Jenna never responds. Then, she hears a distant rumbling. She quickly diverges from the path she was on and starts to run towards the sound. As the sound gets louder, Angelina realizes the noise is coming from the gym.
The bleachers, she thinks. Crap!
She picks up her speed and bursts through the gym doors just as the bleachers are closing in all the way. She sees the hooded killer standing in front of the bleachers with their arms crossed.
"What did you do?" Angelina shrieks, clinging to the door as the bleachers come to a complete close. The killer turns to her and grimaces under their mask of darkness. "That was a warning," they say in a low voice. "You're starting to lose it, Rose. I've worked too damn hard on this just to let you fuck it up by magically growing a conscience. I'm trying to make him suffer and I won't let you mess that up for me by telling everyone the fucking plan. I know everything that's going on inside and out of this school. You're my partner in all this, but I swear to God I'll kill you if you try shit like that again. Understand?"
Angelina sighs and lowers her head. "I understand," she complies. She falls to her knees and a sob escapes her lips. The killer scoffs. "Get your ass up," they order. "There's work to be done."
Angelina lets out one more sob in a shattering gasp and looks up with tear-stained eyes. "Did you get rid of KC?" she asks softly with a sniffle. The killer nods. "He's outside in six bloody pieces," they answer.
"Angelina where are you?" Eli calls out from a distance. Both people in the gym stiffen. "Go back to crying," they hiss as they run off toward the gym stage. Angelina watches as the killer quickly climbs the stairs of the catwalk and exits through the door at the top of the ceiling. Then she starts to sob loudly again, part of it real and part of it acting.
Sav and Holly J. get to Angelina first and the see her lying on the floor crying her eyes out. Sav rushes to her and asks her what's wrong, but Holly J. moves to the bleaches—the bleachers that shouldn't be closed.
"Why are the bleachers closed?" she asks as Drew, Alli, Anya, Eli, Clare, Fiona, and Adam catch up to them. No one hears Holly J. because of Angelina's loud crying. Everyone but Clare runs up to her, trying to console her.
Holly J., being the nosy busy-body she is, decides to investigate the bleachers; she fears someone probably got hurt. And when she sees the blood seeping through the bottom of the bleachers at the other end, her fears are affirmed…