Rock & Blood 2 :
Here we go again .
A/N : finally the sequel , I'm so sorry for being so late . Hope you liked it though!
Full Summary
Two years after the terrifying events that occurred in Malibu, Mitchie is now attending Winchester College in Sacramento with long time friends Shane and Nate . Meanwhile, sneaky reporter Renee Skeeter has selling her book and the right to become Mitchie's life experience into a major motion picture. No one believes the murders were in any way connected to Malibu , until more students around the campus are found dead. New suspects?
Shane and Nate are brothers!
Shane (20) , Justin (20) , Nate , Mitchie , Caitlin , Peggy and Ella (18)
Chapter 1
A typical college dorm room. Industrial strength furniture. There's two of everything. Then the phone rings and stirs a young girl in bed, asleep under a mound of blankets and pillows. The girl starts to rise as the phone is answered. A voice is heard. Brass and sassy.
-Hello... uh-huh... Who is this? Well, we identify ourselves around here. No, you can't. Uh-huh... yeah, right... -The girl rolls out of bed, her hair falls away to reveal her face
It's Mitchie Torres. Two years older has brought a maturity to this beautiful young woman. Her face posses a survivor's edge. Stronger and more determined, she appears to have weathered the storm. -I got it. -she stands and moves to Caitlin , roommate and old high school friend Her roommate and friend , she's funny , pretty and full of life. She hands the phone to Mitchie. -Knock yourself out.
-Hello?-says Mitchie , nobody answers - Hello?
-Hello Mitchie.- a voice spits out of the phone. Deep and haunting. Mitchie doesn't flinch.
-Yes?
-What's your favorite scary movie?
-Who is this?
-You tell me.-says the voice .Mitchie grabs a small device hooked to the phone. She takes a look at its display. -Johnson , Barry 442-8730. -Silence. - Hot flash, Barry , prank phone calls are a criminal offense prosecuted under penal code 653M... - CLICK! The phone goes dead. - Enjoy the movie.- She hangs the phone up, turning to Caitlin.
-Time to change numbers again?
-Nah... I think it'll die off. It's opening weekend. Let's see how it goes.- Mitchie grabs her robe and shower bucket as Caitlin channel surfs. Various morning news programs are on their small TV. Snippets are heard
"... The two victims, two teenagers..." The channel switches. A youngman is being interviewed. Attractive, sad. -Please, I just wanna be left alone.- His voice stops Mitchie cold. She turns to the television.
-He sure gives a lot of interviews for someone who wants to be left alone.- says Caitlin and hits the remote. The man's image disappears as the TV goes off. Caitlin turns, all smiles.
-Don't give me that face Mitchie…
-Pleaseee , can't just one day not be all about him?-says Mitchie grabbing her backpack .
-…and his addiction to free advertising and…?
-Caitlin!
-OK! Get your ass in gear. You're late. Don't forget we've got rush at the Deltas tonight. Don't wear anything you don't want trashed. Mitch? Mitch? -Mitchie turns from the television. Momentarily lost. Recovery is immediate. -I can't believe I let you talk me into going Greek.-
-Oh , come on it isn't that bad! , just think about the benefits .-
-Is just that…never mind - she stops for a moment and think about one person who would like to be in her place . Mitchie moves to the door and throws it open. A ghost figure leaps at her. She screams but then stops herself. It's just a costume hung from her doorframe. Preset, to scare. Another prank. Mitchie rips it down, turns to Caitlin, throwing the costume at her.
-Pumps. Nice handbag. Whaddya think?- Mitchie is surprisingly cool. She exits out the door, leaving Caitlin staring at the Ghost Mask in her hands.
HALLWAY - MORNING - LITTLE LATER
Mitchie steps outside of her dorm. The morning sun shines down as Mitch breathes in, taking in the day just as a thousand news reporters get her .
-Mitchie, did you know the victims?
-Do you think your boyfriend is involved?
-Do you feel responsible for the murders?
-What murders?- she asks . Microphones are shoved in her face as Mitchie is siege upon by journalists and TV cameras. She starts to panic.
-Do you think there will be more murders?- Mitchie is mortified. She pushes and shoves but there is no escape. The questions come at her like lightning. She sees a whole in the crowd and goes for it as a reporter, a flashy woman - all hair and teeth, thick sunglasses, moves in her way. -Did you kill them last night, Mitch? Has it gotten to you? Have you finally snapped? -Mitchie's eyes flare. Her fist starts to clench when... BAM! Someone beats her to it.
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