A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a brand new Halloween tale to spin for you all!

So it is October 3rd, which means we are four weeks away from Halloween; the most spookiest time of the year! This year, I plan on going as a Sim, which isn't that scary, but is hilarious to imagine, and is the most cheapest :P

What's not cheap is the price of murder, however, (what a smooth way to introduce the story :P) which means the gang will be paying some hefty prices to save Whitechapel once again from an unknown serial killer. Who done it? What horrors are there to unfold? Grab onto your friend and stay away from axes, because I present to you the final book in my Halloween Trilogy :)

So without further ado, let me twist this tale for you! (What a rhyme. :P)

Drop a review as always, and remember; don't read at night (but you may do so if you want to :P).

ENJOY!

Reign of the Undead: Chapter 1: Five Victims, Five Heroes

Ethan sucked in a breath of warm, autumn air. He looked down at his coffee, which was spilling a bit on the edges of his cap, and sadly smiled; fall was his favourite season, no doubt about it, but nowadays, it just seemed like a season of repressed memories.

It has been a year since the events of Audrey and the deadly specter, and needless to say it tore the gang apart. After Audrey died and the day after Halloween, everyone wordlessly went their separate ways. It's not like they wanted to, but it was less of a choice; they all had their own lives to return to, some in Whitechapel, and some outside it.

Despite Ethan staying in Whitechapel with Rory and Benny close by, he hasn't talked to either of them. He was incredibly guilty, but he just couldn't approach him. Not after all that has happened.

He wondered how Sarah and Erica was. Erica left a few days after the incident, but Sarah stayed a few weeks before going back. They somewhat bonded over the few weeks, and Ethan pondered if she was still thinking about him too.

Work was slow. Owning a small company was tough, but days like this were less hectic and slower until the end of the day.

So now he was walking into a coffee house, ready to relax after a long day, but when his eyes gazed up on the TV screen, he found himself wondering if relaxation was even a term in his life.

"Breaking news," the reporter said. "Four bodies of some local civilians were found and scattered throughout Whitechapel, all found with a knife in their chest."

Ethan leaned forward, seeming to be the only person who was somewhat intrigued with what was showing on the news. He sipped his coffee rather anxiously.

"The citizen of Whitechapel aren't unfamiliar with these kinds of murders, as tragic as it is, but this case seems to have a peculiar twist to it; not even a year after the multiple murders of last year's 'College Halloween Party Disaster' - seemingly committed by Audrey Teather, who has disappeared after the events - more strange murders have been committed. Each victim not only had a knife in their chest, but had names carved onto their forwards. The names go as followed -"

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath at the next words.

"Ethan, Sarah, Rory, and Erica."

Ethan applied for a day off work, and asked his friends to reunite once more at his house, despite the last-minute arrangements. It was easier getting Erica, Sarah, and Rory to come, but getting Benny to tag along was slightly harder, despite him being in the same town as him.

Eventually, after explaining the situation to all his friends amongst the smell of cookies on his coffee table, they all came around and agreed to team up one more time.

Of course, the journey there was a difficult one.

"Nope," Benny said sharply. "I'm not doing anything."

Ethan sighed; he had anticipated his reaction.

"Come on, Benny. You know we can't do this without you," Ethan pleaded. "I know you don't like it, but -"

"No, Ethan, that's exactly it; I don't like it. I don't like being the detectives of this case anymore. We've been through hell and back with this fucked up murders."

Erica crossed her arms. "You're being selfish, Weir."

"How the hell am I being selfish?" Benny's voice rose. "I just don't anyone to get hurt! We all know what these kind of murders lead up to, and this time, our names are the ones on its list! I don't want anyone to die again, guys!"

"Yeah, everyone's name except yours!" Erica retorts. Benny falls silence

"What do you mean?" Benny asked quietly. "There were five bodies, weren't there?"

Ethan looked down, his face crossed with guilt. Sarah glanced at Ethan, and her eyes widened.

"You didn't tell him?" Sarah asked in shock. Ethan sighed.

"He was going to find out anyway -"

"Find out what?" Benny exclaimed, cutting him off. "Ethan, why the hell didn't you tell me that I wasn't on this metaphorical list?"

"I didn't want to freak you out," Ethan answered.

"I don't know about you, but I'd freak out about me being on the list, no offense," Rory said, butting in. Benny ran a hand through his hair.

"No, I see why you didn't tell me now." Benny's hand was trembling, and Ethan could see that he was on the bridge of frustration. "You're worried that something else will happen to me."

"Benny -"

"Well I am too, Ethan!" Benny snapped. "I am fucking worried about what's gonna happen to me, Ethan! Call me selfish, but I don't want to kill anyone else, especially if it's you guys! You remember what happened last time! You know what I-I -"

Benny lost the ability to speak at the last word.

'Did' is what he meant to say. 'You know what I did.'

Erica's eyes fall onto her lap.

"I'm sorry," she said, not knowing what she was sorry for. Benny looked away. Sarah tugged the hem of her shirt, and Rory coughed.

"So what are we facing?" Rory asked to break the ice. "Audrey is dead. As far as I know, the specter is having a blast in hell where it came from. Who else would have the reason to commit the same murders, and how does it involve us?"

"Maybe they know what we've done? What we've done to, you know, stop the evil plaguing Whitechapel?" Sarah prompted. Ethan shook his head, tapping his finger against the coffee table.

"I don't think so. Even if they know what we've done and wants revenge, why would they want to hunt us down? Why would they do the same things?"

"Think about it in a different perspective," Erica said. "What if we aren't dealing with a new enemy, but an old one?"

Everyone fell silent. Benny gulped.

"It's not impossible," Benny said at last. "Be honest, it's sounds like something that could happen."

Ethan sighed at how blunt the statement was. It was like Benny just gave up on believing in something better.

Feeling like it was somewhat appropriate, Ethan reached over and squeezed Benny's hand as an act of reassurance.

What he got instead was not reassuring at all.

*flash*

A girl with auburn-coloured hair flashes into his view. There are no longer the colour that they once were, but were now demonic black.

*flash*

A silver axe covered in dried blood being snapped in half, and some sort of black entity spilling out of it.

*flash*

Blood. Crimson blood soaked the edges of his white view until the whole blank canvas was drenched in dark red.

*flash*

Ethan reeled back as if he was just burned. Benny pulled his hand back slowly, looking at Ethan with wide eyes.

"You had a vision." Benny sounded rather dumbfounded. Ethan struggled to catch his breath, but managed a tired nod. Sarah rubbed his back, to which he smiled softly.

"I did." Ethan's voice was static and stoic. "It…"

Ethan frowned, before saying, "I can't really explain it."

Erica sunk into the couch with a slump. "Well that isn't the most helpful thing in the world, Ethan. Just tell us what you saw."

Ethan struggled to juggle all the details. His memories were jumbled with facts and repressed memories running past him, trying to find any common significance. One thing stood out in his mind.

"Blood," he said. "There was blood."

Despite the danger, they go for a walk at midnight to somewhat clear their thoughts. The walk happened in silence, but eventually they start to break it with new stories of their lives.

"One year can really change people," Sarah said fondly, digging her exposed hands in her coat pockets. She faced Ethan and said, "I can't believe you own a business."

Ethan blushed, his already red cheeks flushing with colour against his pale skin.

"It's really not that big," Ethan said. He smiled meekly, and added, "But I hope it will be soon."

Sarah's smile matched his. "Well I'm sure you'll make it happen."

"And Benny?" Erica said, facing the emerald-eyed spellmaster. "You said you were bumped up to chief commander of your department?"

Rory patted Benny's back on behalf on his silence. "Yup! This guy is basically my boss now."

"Not true," Benny said bashfully, "you are the one leading a team of DNA specialists for almost all the cases now. You basically have a bunch of minions behind you now."

Now it was Rory's turn to blush. Sarah smiled.

"Well life in Toronto is okay. Being an architect is fun though; I am nearly done the designs of a modern condo building in the area, and I'm leading the crew."

Ethan beamed. "Congrats! I know you told me that you were hoping you'd get the position. You've worked so hard for it."

"When did she tell you that?" Erica asked with a sly smirk. Both Ethan and Sarah blushed.

"She told me before she left." Ethan paused, then added, "And we've been texting sometimes."

"Love is in the air," Benny teased, and it made Ethan and Sarah turn red.

They walk along the park, the tense conversations from before disappearing in a thin breeze of autumn wind, and now replaced with laughter and stories.

All was good until they heard the scream.

They all visibly jumped, and the anxious thoughts reappeared. Rory sniffed the air, and turned to face the gang.

"I smell blood from," - He sniffed the air again, as if trying to confirm where the stench was coming from - the inside of the park's gazebo."

They all race towards the small gazebo, and gasp.

A boy's head was being sliced off in almost slow motion by a silver axe. Erica muffled her scream in her mouth as they watch the axe sprouting out from the dark shadows swing at the boy's neck, as if it was swinging a bat at a baseball.

"Holy fuck," Benny muttered in shock, not being able to tear his eyes off the scene.

The axe nearly retracted, and Ethan took this as an opportunity to run towards the shadow, despite Sarah trying to pull him back.

"Ethan! Get back here!" she screamed.

Ethan ignored their pleas, but stopped when he saw the boy sway on his feet and collapse on the ground.

His head fell on the ground beside his body, his face filled with welts of blood and peeling, decayed skin. It seemed as if the axe had did this, and it was an impossible act from the object. Blood surrounded the edges of the decapitated head, which was pale from the sudden cut of blood. There were scratches on the white face, that covered his bloodshot eyes and parted mouth, but Ethan could barely see them.

The last thing he sees from the shadows carrying the axe was a gleam of silver and a waft of auburn hair.

Rory's hand touched Ethan's shoulder, and it makes him jump.

"He looks really familiar…," Rory pointed out, trailing off. Benny shook his head wordlessly, stumbling towards the body and kneeling beside the head.

The eyes were the same shade of green as his, the emerald colour surrounded by lines of red over white. Written on his face, over the bloodshot eyes and over the bleeding lip, the jagged scratches on the boy's face combined to make one word.

"BENNY."

Benny skipped a breath. He could barely hear the surprised gasps of his friends, and could barely see the ground anymore. All he saw was red.

Red thoughts.

Red eyes.

Red blood.

He wasn't sure if he was just seeing things or if he was seeing something way beyond, but he felt delusional; demons he once repressed were soaring back, and one stood out amongst the rest.

A gleam of silver.

Eyes of black.

Skin of dark shadows.

He swayed on his feet, and collapsed on the ground, and the last thing he heard was his head making contact with the concrete, and the shocked gasps of his friends.

Black and red was all he saw now.

A/N- Well I hope you find that very spooky! Drop a review and I'll see you next week :)

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