Title: Valentine's Day
Massacre
Author: FriskyChipmunk
Pairings/Characters:
The main pairing will be Chyan all the way but there are mentions of
others. Some being Troyella, Chaylor (even though I totally hate it
but it'll all be in the past, or just one-sided) and various others
if I chose to do that...
Rating: This will be rated M, for
sure. This specifically is probably M as well do to swearing but as a
whole, there will be swearing, blood, guts, violence and maybe
sex.
Summary: Ten teen's from east high are stuck in their
beloved school with a killer on the tails. When one by one they start
to disappear, the remaining teens become worried. Who is the killer
and will they figure it out in time? Slash, meaning guy on guy as
well as violence. Chad Ryan.
Notes: This first post is only
weird because it's like a trailer-ish thing and the rest of the story
will NOT be in the same format. It will be in normal style/format.
It's a bit odd but please keep in mind that writing a trailer like this is not an easy task. And it's unbeta'ed so yeah...
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical.
Black background with solid red lettering.
Valentine's Day, typically a day especially for candy, gifts and the expression of love.
Camera fades to a calm scene set in the middle of the Bolton's living room.
Mr. Bolton, pulling his wife into an embrace, "I love you Hon."
Mrs. Bolton, returns her husbands loving embrace, "I love you too dear."
The picture fades to black and red lettering fades in, "Old Love."
Screen switches to another scene, similar to the first. Calm, living room, the Danforth's.
Mrs. Danforth is sitting on the couch looking down at her boyfriend, a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes.
The man on one knee pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, "Will you marry me?"
The screen goes black and the lettering appears, "New Love."
Switches to Easy High hall, Troy is hooking a necklace around his girlfriend's neck. The pendant hung from the girl's neck, it was a red T. T for Troy. She smiles and turns around.
Troy, "I love you."
Gabriella, "I love you too."
The black screen and red lettering once again fade in, "Innocent Love."
Ryan and Chad stand in the boys' locker room, hugging each other tightly before they soon had to separate to go to class.
Chad, whispering, "Hey, I think today's the day."
Ryan chuckles sadly: "That's what you've been saying everyday for the past month."
Chad, "Yeah, but it's Valentine's Day. I promise I'll do it okay? I'll tell everyone after the basketball game. I'll tell them just how much I love you."
Ryan smiles, excepting a tender kiss from his boyfriend, "I love you too."
A black screen is visible along with red letters, "Hidden Love."
The camera catches a shot of each character, slowly zooming in on their faces while an angry female voice is yelling in the background. "I loved you! And if I can't have you, no one can!"
Screen is black, "But for ten teens, this Valentine's day will be one to remember. One of anger..."
Ryan is swinging a baseball bat downward, screaming while tears poured down his face, "You fucking bitch!"
Black again, "One of revenge..."
Unknown female voice, "I will pay you back for the pain you've put me through!", shot of Chad trying to run away.
Solid black, "And one of twisted love..."
Harsh female voice. Picture of Ryan tied to a chair, gag in his mouth and a knife to his throat. "Tell me you love me more than him and maybe I'll let him live."
"Never," an unidentified male voice hisses.
Female voice snickers, "Wrong answer."
Ryan scream is heard as the title fades in. Pure red background with black lettering, "Valentine's Day Massacre."
Shot of Troy breathing heavily, speaking to a group no bigger than four. "We have to get out of here! Now!"
Final shot, black slams onto the screen and a date is printed in blood red numbers. "Coming 2/14/08."
First attempt at a horror fic, don't know if I'll continue but just wanted to write a V-day fic that isn't smothered in fluff and happiness...Review and let me know if you want me to continue. Happy Sucky (valentine's) Day
