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Author's Note: Hello everybody! I just wanted you guys to know that this is my first story, so bare with me! I've been reading countless fanfics on here for years, and always wanted to make my own, so here I am! Please leave reviews on my story (if you think there's something I could do better/improve on, please leave constructive criticism. Please don't be rude!)! Well I should stop babbling so you can read the story!
~Sofi
Chapter 1: Downhill From Here
Every town has its secrets, for you would be a fool to believe otherwise. Whether it is the quaint family in a perfectly perfect cookie-cutter house concealing a deep darkness, or a wealthy and prominent family hiding a murdering past, everybody has their demons.
Riverdale was a beacon, a shining glimmer of hope, that a small and quiet town could be just that, small and quiet.
Riverdale had been changed the day Jason Blossom's body wound up on the banks of Sweet Water River. Riverdale had been changed the day Fred Andrews was shot by a sadistic serial killer, the Black Hood. Riverdale had been changed the day Hal Cooper had admitted to being the brutal killer who stalked the streets of this hopeless town. Even with Hiram Lodge's heinous plan looming over the town, things started to look up for the youth of Riverdale.
But as they say, 'all good things must come to an end.'
Just as everything had began to return to 'The Town With Pep!,' Riverdale High's resident golden boy, Archie Andrews, had been arrested for murder.
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Archie's heart was pounding. Nearly beating out of his chest. It was all happening too fast. He was still trying to wrap his brain around why he was locked up in a cell at the police station. What Sheriff Minetta said was not true. He did not kill Cassidy. He may have regretted hesitating, but he still did not do it. He did not kill him. Archie thought deeply about the situation he was currently in. What proof do they have against me anyway? He thought. That I ran after him? Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, eager to know what would happen next. That wasn't nearly enough evidence to convict him of murder. Then his mind drifted to Hiram. Of course. The puzzle pieces fell into place in his mind as Archie sat down on the cold, steel bed in his cell. This is because I threatened him. He needed to get rid of me.
Archie looked around his miniscule prison. A musky smell filled the atmosphere that he couldn't quite pinpoint. The painted steel bars containing him were rusted and faded. He could see microscopic paint chips that have fallen onto the floor from its former residents. A sharp chill quickly ran down his spine.
"Mr. Andrews," Sheriff Minetta spoke walking through the door, stirring Archie from his thoughts. "I need you to come with me."
"I don't know what you and Mr. Lodge are planning, bu-"
"Mr. Andrews." Minetta repeated, startling the adolescent. "As I said before, everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You are going to come with me."
Archie wearily stood up, not noticing the slight shaking of his legs. As Sheriff Minetta led him down the hall of the station, Archie's eyes never left Minetta's. He tried to search for something, anything, but came up empty. He noticed his friends rushing down the hallway towards him, concern dawned their faces.
"I didn't kill him!" Archie practically yelled to them while being rushed past, "At the cabin, I didn't kill him!"
"Archie!" Veronica yelped as she tried to follow him along with Jughead and Betty. "Archie! Wait!"
Their efforts came to none though, as multiple officers stopped them.
Jughead took a glance at Betty and read her puzzled expression. He could tell she was planning something, concocting an investigation in her mind, piecing whatever puzzle pieces she had together in her mind. They looked on solemnly after the red head, but unbeknownst to them, they each shared the same confused feeling. Why had Archie been arrested? Who was Archie talking about at the cabin? Who didn't he kill?
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"So your big plan was to arrest your little teen accomplice?" Claudius voiced, adjusting himself and leaning back in his seat.
"Yes. Archie was with holding valuable and critical information that would utterly destroy my family's image and my plans for this town. Now that Hermione's mayor, that is a risk we cannot afford to take." Hiram articulated, while handing everyone a glass of rum.
Back in the Whyte Wyrm that he had just traded with his daughter, Hiram Lodge was conducting an eminently important meeting. Hiram had gathered his own posse, complete with murderers, manipulators, and criminals alike. In the middle of the room were two small round tables, two lights from above casting an ominous and eerie glow throughout the room. The air smelled of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and it laid a thick consistency throughout the old bar. A chill was ever present anywhere you stepped foot. Reflective pools of grease and god-knows-what could be seen randomly placed throughout the building.
Five chairs were placed around the tables. From left to right, Hiram's gang consisted of Penny Peabody, and ex-Serpent; Penelope Blossom, Cheryl's mother; Claudius Blossom, Cheryl's uncle; and Malachai, the leader of the Ghoulies, though Hermione Lodge was knowingly absent. Sheriff Minetta was attending important business at the moment.
"Doesn't your daughter know information as well?" Penelope piped up, taking a long and slow sip of her rum.
"Yeah, and we still have two detectives running around. Jughead and his little north-side princess are still a problem." Penny noted while twirling a knife under the table.
"Well we have you to thank for that, don't we?" Hiram countered, turning his head towards her. A menacing looked masked over his face and she looked away. Penny took a quick glance in Malachai's direction and scoffed, returning to her knife beneath the table.
"And how are we supposed to believe your little pawn-of-a-mayor won't spill?" Malachai spoke, slurring his speech slightly.
"I told you," Hiram snarled, "I have everything under control." Hiram strolled over to a table in the corner of the room and refilled his alcohol. "Penny, Malachai, you will be dealing with Betty and Jughead once I tell you what I would like you to do. Penelope, Claudius, keep as close an eye on Cheryl and her serpent girlfriend as you can. I will deal Hermione and Veronica. Do I make myself clear?"
Each member slowly nodded. Their breaths carried the not-so-distinctive smell of expensive rum and each had a guided and personal agenda on their minds. A smile crept up the corners of Malachai's mouth. He was ready for a brawl. He was ready to enact some revenge. They all were.
To be continued…
