~DR. FACILIER~
Auradon University is…how could I put, a peculiar place. I've simply mentioned my status as an alumni and gotten strange looks. But to now be the assistant dean? Imagine how people look at you then. The school is prestigious don't get me wrong, but it comes with its number of secrets.
That girl yesterday bringing up the death of those twenty pledges sent shivers down my spine.
Now with a new murder on campus, I can't even grab a damn cup of coffee without cameras in my face. This is what I had ran away from twenty years ago. And while I thought it was all behind me and gone for good, it seems simply shutting out the past doesn't just up and eliminate it for good.
CHERNABOG WEEK
PART 1
"Sideburns are hot."
"Assistant Dean! Can you comment on the mutilation of one of your students?"
"Assistant Dean! We can't seem to find the dean dean. Care to comment for her?"
"Assistant Dean the murder was rather harsh. Is it linked to the pool of blood found in Minnie House twenty years ago?"
Facilier stood atop the steps to the main building and turned to face the paparazzi.
"It is horrible what happened here on our campus. We have upped security as to make sure nothing nearly as grotesque happens again. We are sure it isn't some form of hazing, but we are unsure who the assailant was. Likely some random psychopath. With the boost of security around campus though, I assure the public and the students of Auradon Prep, they have nothing to worry about. That's all." He said solemnly, ignoring the continued chatter and stepping into the building toward the dean's office.
She was often absent during the afternoons, but it was early in the morning and she wasn't on campus yet.
"Jesus Fairy, you rock my world." Chad relaxed under his covers.
"I know Chad." Godmother climbed out off of the queen-sized mattress, her face devoid of emotion.
"Like really. The stuff we do is bananas." The brunet continued.
"I know." She began getting dressed.
"It makes me feel a bit awful afterwards since I've known you since I was like, a baby, but I also feel, invigorated."
The dean turned back toward the young man "Chad you know your mother was literally on the phone while we were in bed don't you?"
"You're right." Chad climbed from under the sheets still completely nude. "You were on the phone while I went downtown and ate it like a vulture." He nestled his head in the older woman's neck.
Godmother rolled her indigo eyes. "Really? Missy Elliot lyrics? And I mean your actual mother Chad. Cinderella. She's worried about you. Why haven't you been returning her calls?"
"She just wants to know if I'm alive so she can cash that life insurance policy she put out on me when I was five and scraped my knee."
Godmother furrowed her crisp brows. "That's a little extreme."
"Yeah. For someone who scrubbed floors in her childhood and had the pleasure of marrying into upward mobility, she sure is a fiend when it comes to money." Chad frowned.
"That can't be true Chad. I've known Cinderella for years and she's always seemed just as charitable as she was when I first set her and Kit up to meet."
"Fairy, I spent my eighteenth birthday with Dukey because my parents planned a trip to Dubai the same week by accident. We're rich. They could've cancelled!" Chad whined. "And they decided to go to a weird poor people country at that. What could they have possibly done there?"
Godmother was unsure she heard that right. "Have you ever actually heard of Dubai, Chad?"
"It's near Africa or Iraq or some other poor country. So it has to be totally trashed."
"Christ Chad. You're not going to do too well after graduation if you don't know a thing about the economy, or apparently geography." Godmother fixed herself up in the mirror.
Chad's hips shook. "I'm literally a prince. I'm heir to the fortune of a lifetime once my dad kicks the bucket. I don't have to work." Chad put his hands on his bare hips. "Hell, I'm only here because it's fun being the King."
Godmother side-eyed the boy. "Let's never do this again." She head for the door with her coat and purse.
"Do what?" He said obliviously.
Godmother sighed "Put on your pants and get out of my house Chad." She said before leaving the room.
She stepped out of her townhouse minutes from campus to peak outside. She looked up the street to see the paparazzi and a swarm of police cars.
Carlos and Jay were strolling down the main path as casually as they could, still shaken about last night's events.
"It was really sexy how you called out those douchey jocks last night." Jay smirked at the slightly younger boy.
"Jay, a guy got his arms chopped off. Stop flirting." Carlos said.
"You're saying that didn't get your blood pumping?" The taller male said excitedly.
Carlos cringed. "Is Chad turning you into some sort of sadomasochist?"
"No!" Jay said defensively. "Of course not. I'm just saying, It's sort of hype as all having a killer on campus."
The platinum blond shook his head. "It's not."
"How many times do I have to remind you? You wanted to come here."
"Well excuse me for not knowing there was going to be a crazy killer on the loose." The shorter boy shrugged. "At least those dumb Chads came back and freed us before the police showed up. I guess they're good for something."
"They're the assholes who got us into this." Jay tightened his surprisingly neat man bun.
"Well Mickey house is gonna be mine Jay." Carlos said confidently looking up at the taller boy. "Even If it kills me." He stated before walking into a street lamp and falling to the ground with a yelp.
Jay chuckled, taking a knee to help the smaller boy up. "I have this feeling you can't outrun a serial killer."
Carlos took Jay's big hand. "You're on the football team. Maybe you could train me?"
"I'd love to." Jay held the boy's speckled hand. They seemed to forget they both had classes to get to.
It was the middle of the day now and the Pastel Princesses, who rarely went to class anyway, met up.
"Wait, aren't there supposed to be more of us?" Lonnie looked around Audrey's house sized walk-in closet. It was their usual meeting place.
"Jane's in class like a loser and Shelley's dead or something." The Platinum Princess said.
"Woah." Lonnie said as if she had forgotten.
"Anyyou, what's with all these cops?"
"Are they here about Shelley?" Lonnie whispered for some reason.
"We don't even know if anything happened to her. You know Jane's a lying crack baby."
Lonnie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my god, really?"
Audrey shrugged her smooth shoulders. "I don't know, but probably."
"Well we're not responsible for anything." Lonnie declared. "…should we have reported Shelley missing?"
"Jane's the one making accusations. I say it's her responsibility." Audrey shrugged before hearing the front doorbell ring. "Crap. Act normal." They stiffened up then left the crazy huge closet at the end of the third floor and head down the spiral steps.
They went down to the front door. On the other side they saw it was the assistant dean, a detective, and what looked like a security guard.
"Could we come in?" Facilier asked.
"Of course Assistant Dean." Audrey grinned as the three men walked past them. Her eyes doubled in size as she looked back at Lonnie frantically.
Facilier took a seat on the white sofa beside the young looking security guard who had blue eyes and thick, rust-colored sideburns. The detective, or whatever, continued to stand. Audrey and Lonnie took a seat across from the asst. dean.
"So it's come to my attention that the campus may be in danger." Facilier began.
"May be?" Audrey scoffed checking her phone. "A dude had his arms cut off?!" The detective raised a brow at the girl. "Well according to Twitter." The princess stated.
The detective cleared his throat. "A student, Hugh Alcaeus, was found with his entire left arm and right forearm cut off in the backyard of Mickey House last night. More so, very early this morning to be accurate. He bled to death." The detective explained. "Now, He was a Mickey House pledge. Did either of you have any contact with this young man?"
Audrey was quiet. Lonnie looked around.
"Miss Li?" Facilier looked at the beige skinned girl.
"I mean we hooked up a couple of times but I didn't really know him." She said casually.
Audrey looked at her friend, mouth agape. "What about Russell?"
Lonnie looked beside herself at Audrey. "My parents want me to marry Russel. That doesn't mean he and I are a thing."
"Boo you whore. Russell is so sweet."
"He's still a boy scout. He's like 20!" Lonnie laughed. Giggling, the two forgot they were in the middle of an interrogation
"Girls. Girls." Facilier said to the two Pastel Princesses.
"Sorry." They both said.
"Now, we don't know who else may be targeted. We're unsure if the actual target is the fraternity or DIS in general. Has anything strange happened here at Minnie House in the past few days?" The detective asked.
Audrey turned to Lonnie. "Don't you dare say a thing about that blood trail we found in Shelley's room you fat hag" She said with her eyes.
Lonnie nodded, then shook her head, then looked away.
"Is that a no?" The detective said confused.
"It is a no." Audrey said. "Everything's been peachy here at Minnie House. I can't believe Mickey House has become so dangerous. We should probably shut it down." Audrey sat back, checking her nails casually.
The detective furrowed his brows.
Facilier separated his lips. "I agree." The umber skinned man nodded.
Audrey leaned forward, looking at the older man. "Are you serious?"
"It's become dangerous. And having an organization with a sorority and fraternity is incredibly expensive to manage. We could just retitle one of the houses. Turn it into a library or something." He shrugged.
"And it should be Mickey House! A symbol of this country's horrendous history." Audrey said confidently.
Facilier furrowed his brows now. "I don't follow."
"You know…" Audrey looked around. "Slavery or whatever."
"Auradon didn't have slavery honey…it hasn't even existed that long." Facilier said.
"Oh. Well then…misogyny." The Pastel Princess said.
"Everywhere has misogyny." The young security guard spoke up. Everyone looked at him. "Should I introduce myself?" He looked up at his superior.
"In a moment kid." The detective said quickly. "So there have been no strange occurrences? You all have alibis for last night?"
"What time of the day was this?" Audrey enquired.
"The body was found around 4 AM last night. It's believed he was dead for a few hours though."
"Look at me detective. Detective…"
"Detective Ector." He said.
"Detective Ector, does it look like I'm someone capable of being up until 4 AM and waking up for 9 AM classes?" She asked honestly. "I need my beauty rest sir."
Ector nodded, that was apparently a valid alibi. "And you Miss Li?"
Lonnie twisted her neck then flicked her shiny hair.
"Noted. Anywho, the assistant dean thought it would be a good idea to hire a personal body guard for Minnie House. Because you're girls and need protection." Ector said.
"Is Mickey House getting a security guard as well?" Lonnie asked.
"Of course not. They're men aren't they?"
The room was silent.
"Told ya." The security guard said.
Detective Ector then looked down. "Introduce yourself kid."
"Okey doke." The young man stood. He waved cutely at the girls. "I'm Holden Westergaard and I'll be keeping you ladies safe."
"Those sideburns are hot." Lonnie winked. The boy blushed, grinning.
Audrey scrunched her face up. "How old are you?"
"I'll be twenty-three in February." He said, Audrey still looking skeptical.
Ector cleared his throat again for attention. "Well, I'll be back tonight to interview the rest of the girls. You all should stick together."
The detective and Facilier head for the door. Before exiting, Ector turned back with a fist up.
"Girl power." He said dryly then leaving.
Lonnie and Audrey looked at each other, then at Holden.
"So is he like, your boss?" Lonnie asked.
"Yeah. I'm an intern of sorts." Holden answered.
"You work for the police?" Audrey raised a brow.
"Auradon doesn't have a lot of crime so all law enforcement works as one system."
"That sounds…counter-intuitive." Lonnie said.
The girls sat stiffly, this security guard still across from them. It was awkwardly quiet now.
"So" Holden began. "Have any food here?"
"Does it look like we eat?" Audrey said sternly.
More silence.
Audrey suddenly had an idea. "Ya know what Heath?"
"Holden."
"Hot dogs." Audrey smiled. Digging through her handbag, she stepped toward him. "Here's one of my credit cards. Go grocery shopping. We have to prepare for Chernabog Week and most of our pledges are fatties.
Holden took the pink, sparkly card. "Um, what is Chernabog week?"
"Only the single most devastating event that all DIS pledges will ever experience ever." She smirked her pink lips. "Now move it handlebars. We don't have all day." She waved the security guard away. He jogged out of the house, leaving the princesses alone.
Lonnie turned to the Queen of Minnie House. "Looks like we're in the clear." she said.
Their phones then went off. Another Twitter notification.
"Hell yeah we are." Audrey smiled pulling up a picture of what looked like Shelley sitting by a pool with a drink in hand. "I knew that bitch was alive."
"Why is she wearing the same clothes from yesterday?" Lonnie observed the pic.
"Clearly she's a bum ass bitch and wants out of Minnie House." Audrey said. "Well she was the weakest link."
"Still, even numbers make me uncomfortable. We have to get odd again and we both know Jane's not a real princess."
"We can't promote her." Audrey shook her head. "People will think we're a charity service." She crossed her mocha arms.
"Well who's going to be our new Pastel Princess?" Lonnie asked.
"Hmph, that grape whore declined my request." Audrey recalled.
Lonnie thought about it for a second. "Well her friend's okay looking. She could even be rich."
"That blue whore who smiles too hard?" Audrey raised a brow. She then thought about it. "Pastel Ruby, You might be on to something." The Platinum Princess nodded. She closed Twitter and began typing out a text.
It was to Evie.