Okay so this is what I think should have happened: Sydney is killed by Jill, who in the process of framing someone else for the murders, goes too far and kills herself. Charlie somehow managed to survive and so does Kirby. Kirby is therefore the only one who knows Charlie was the killer, but she loves him and does not know what to do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did Tatum Riley and Charlie Walker would have lived...and Sydney probably would be dead.
This is kind of short so I'm sorry, but if you like it or interested in seeing where the story could go, please leave me a review. Two reviews and I give you Charlie's POV! :D Please enjoy.
P.S I wanted to start from where Charlie is locked outside, that would've made it longer, but I wanted it short and sweet for the first couple of chapters. I also cut out cuss words.
~s13foreverfan101
The voice on the other end of the phone was hushed, and the only sound I could here was my heartbeat and Charlie's whimpers as he struggled to get up from the chair he was bound to.
I opened the door and peered out, it was now or never. "I won," I stated, running out to Charlie, his hair matted to his face from sweat and blood. "I won!"
As I began to remove the tape that bound Charlie to the patio chair, I realized I had never told him that I loved him.
"It's okay Charlie, I won!"
I saw Charlie nervously glance behind his shoulder at the rustling bush, and my hands began to tremble. "Almost there," I said to assure myself, rather than assuring him.
I stood Charlie up. He looked at me and a strange glint flickered in his eyes.
"Kirby," he said breathlessly. I noticed now he was clutching a kitchen knife. "This is making a move." with that, he plunged the knife into my stomach. I was baffled.
I whimpered, clutching him so I wouldn't hit the stone cold pavement.
"I know it doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies," he said soothingly. He drew out the knife and looked down at me. "Four years of classes together and you notice me now?" His voice cracked. "You're so stupid." He plunged the knife in one more time before pulling it out forcefully and letting me drop.
He pulled at his hair nervously before leaving me bleeding on the pavement.
"Ch-Charlie," I called. "W-why? Charlie!"