Trina's P.O.V
A stroke of shock flew through the room as each one of us just stared down at the limp, lifeless, old acting teacher. Tori and Cat were openly crying, as a very confused Andre attempted to calm them down. Beck had finally helped Jade to her feet, keeping his hold on her for as long as he could, just to be safe. Robbie was shielding Rex's eyes from the horror that laid in front of us.
This was all happening while I was trying to keep her weak stomach from bringing back the expensive dinner I told Robbie he would have taken me too, but now I was perched against the wall with the small trash can up to my chin, just in case. I will never get used to the feeling of nausea.
Jade's eyes were locked upon the lifeless body that was turning colder by the minute. She wasn't crying, she wasn't showing if she was upset at all, just in shock.
"Who could have done this?" my sister squeaked out between sobs, motioning towards the lump in the corner.
Everyone stayed quiet, but that didn't mean their eyes did. I watched as their pupils switched back and forth between the others... although Cat's eyes tended to switch around anyway. I could already tell it was coming when Tori began to speak again, "Jade..."
"Oh, don't even try to pin this on me," Jade snapped, pointing a finger at her.
We all watched with wide eyes as the long sleeves of her short, black and blue striped dress, could no longer hold the heavy scissors, and they crashed to the ground by her boots. The blade split open as it bounced against the carpet, sending another few thuds through the floor.
"How could you...?" Cat asked, completely terrified. She grabbed onto Andre's suit sleeve as he rose slowly. He was looking towards Jade with a genuine look of fear for the first time since they became friends and he saw how sweet she could be at times.
He found himself holding his palms towards her with outreached arms, "okay, now, Jade... I want you to just, calmly, kick the scissors to me. Not violently, please."
"You're joking, right?" Jade said, crossing her arms over her chest before taking a defensive stance.
"I was holding onto Jade the entire time," Beck said, coming to her defense, "I hardly felt Jade move when the lights went off, and I was with her for most of the night."
"Most?" I said from the corner. I didn't exactly mean to speak up like that, but sometimes I think out loud. Those are mainly the times where Jade gives me attention by glaring at me. "Sorry... don't kill me next."
"I didn't kill him," Jade yelled at me. I was taken aback and almost threw up again out of fear. I'm way too pretty to die in this situation, and not get it on film. This was a real life horror story.
And that's when it all came together.
"We have to get out of here," I said, instantly shaking off my nausea and rising to my feet.
"Trina's right," Robbie said. Hm. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to invite this kid to be my date after all. "We shouldn't stay here if the person who kil-... killed Sikowitz, isn't really in this room, then we need to get out of here and find help."
"But if the doors are locked..."
As if it was timed, the clicking of the locks residing in the doors released and they creepily began to open by themselves. I couldn't help but take a few quick steps towards Robbie. He was the closest one, and probably the only one that would jump in front of a killer for her... and if not, she could always throw the puppet.
"Because that's not creepy or anything," I yelled to no one in particular.
"Let's get out of here," Andre proposed, grabbing onto Cat's hand with his left arm, and motioning towards the door with his other.
"Shouldn't we call someone about... him?" Beck asked. He still couldn't believe his mentor was dead, and just lying there with no explanation.
"We should when we get outside, my phone said it doesn't have service," Tori spoke.
"But... didn't we just get texts from Sikowitz's phone?" Jade asked, looking at her phone quickly. She reached her phone towards the sky, and moved it throughout the air around her, searching for service. "If we don't have service how-"
Her phone chimed once more, and an envelope appeared on the screen. She hesitated, but read it aloud, "I can block cell phones, you know. And send text messages over a timer. Hands free. Laugh out loud."
"The last part wasn't necessary," I heard Beck whisper to Jade as she snapped back at him, "I realized."
"That doesn't make me feel anymore safe, guys," Robbie wined. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I walked away from him. This was taking too long and I need to find a camera before this starts getting really good.
"Robbie. Follow me." I said as I noticed that I still lacked a camera man. I was about to exit the room that was slowly starting to smell like urine and old flesh when Tori tried to stop me.
"Where are you going?" She asked, but used a flabbergasted tone.
"To look for a way out? Why would we stay in here when we know someone just got murdered here," I stated, pointing, but not looking, at the heap in the corner. "We shouldn't just stay here. We need to get out."
"She has a point," Beck said, still standing in front of Jade. He took her hand and placed it on his palm. When they locked glances, Jade's vision faltered ever so slightly. He attempted to give her a reassuring glance, but she still had a hesitant look upon her face. This was the first time I'd ever seen Jade scared, and for a second it made me hesitate.
"So let's go in groups," I said, quickly grabbing onto Robbie's arm. "Robbie's with me."
"Andre's with me," Cat said after me.
"Obvious," Jade spat as she perched herself under Beck's arm and he squeezed her tightly against him.
"I don't like this," Tori complained. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.
"Just go with Andre or something, we don't have an even number," Jade stated.
"That's not what I was talking about," Tori said as she pointed a finger towards Jade. "I don't like that you're pared up with someone you could potentially hurt, mame, and or kill. Beck should go with someone else."
"Listen here, Vega," she began, coming out from the comforts of her boyfriend's arms before she began her threatening approach towards my sister. "If I wanted to kill Beck, it would have been a long time ago. If I really wanted to kill Sikowitz, I'd force him to give me an A in the class before offing him. I have no motives. He was a pretty nice teacher, under all of the freak. I'm not behind this."
"I still don't trust you," Tori said, surprisingly holding her stance against the scarier girl. "I'm going with you both."
"Um... no," she said simply, turning on her heel and walking back to Beck.
"Just come with us," Andre pleaded with a sigh.
"No, I need to know if I'm right or not," she said, walking a few steps behind Jade.
"Whatever," Beck stepped in, "I know Jade didn't do it. She has nothing to hide."
I rolled my eyes as they continued to bicker through the room, Andre and Cat adding in their two cents here and there. I tapped Robbie lightly on the shoulder, edging him to come on. He reluctantly came with me after setting Rex down in one of the chairs that still faced the stage. It amazed me that he'd get rid of the puppet at a time like this.
We were half way down the main hall when he finally ask, "Why are you dragging me along with you?"
He seemed even more confused when I didn't go straight for the entrance, but turned and headed for the stairs. "Where are you going? You didn't even try the door!"
"I'm not looking for the door," I said. How stupid could this child be? "Haven't you ever watched a horror house movie? All the exits are blocked somehow."
"Then where are you going?" He asked.
I turned around quickly as I got to the last step, smirking at him, "I'm going to the film department. I need a camera."
I kept walking up the steps and eventually I heard Robbie's feet hitting the floor behind me as he rushed to catch up. Figured as much.
"But a camera for what?"
"Our own personal horror movie, starring me, of course," I said as I rounded the final corner. The door to the film department was in front of us now. I quickly tried the door knob. Luckily, Mr. Hanson wasn't smart enough to lock his door.
I led as we entered the room. The cameras were on display in front of us, and I picked the model with the biggest lens so it could get all of me, all the time. It was perfect. "Work this one."
"But this has the least memory," Robbie said. "If you want to capture everything, you're going to need a lot of memory, and spare batteries."
He walked to the side of the room and grabbed what looked like a man purse off a hanger that was drilled into the far wall. He began to sort through the contents, carrying the thing around while attempting to grab whatever he seemed to be lacking. I counted some different lens extensions, a few spare batteries and some extra tapes. Then he switched my wide angle camera for a bulkier model.
Then he shifted his purse onto the nearest table and began to organize the pieces.
That's when the lights flickered out.
"Trina!" Robbie yelled. He frantically tried to search through the dark, knocking a few different cameras off their stands as he felt around. For a moment, he heard a faint voice that sounded like it was struggling, but it was muffled. Then, the room was filled with an eery silence.
Suddenly, he found himself grabbing onto what felt like a body part.
The florescent lights turned back on as his eyes adjusted to the illuminated classroom. His gaze followed the length of his arm as he finally looked at what his hand was touching. It wasn't an arm, or different body parts, much to his dismay, but a thigh.
Hanging from the ceiling, with her dark brown eyes sealed shut, was Trina Vega, a noose around her neck. His stance faltered while his mind finally processed what was going on. She hung from the roof, not a trace of oxygen left in her lungs as her face kept turning a sickening blend of red and purple.
"Trina! Oh god," Robbie said as his eyes began to water. He couldn't think of what to do. He looked from the suspended girl to the door quickly. Tori needed to know what happened... her sister was dead.
His feet flew back and forth as he rushed down the hallway, "Tori! Guys! Where are you!"
The sound echoed away from him as he attempted to round the final corner before the stairs, but his feet slid against the ground as his hip connected with the floor. He groaned in pain mixed with frustration.
A pair of boots was stationed in front of his nose, a pair of baggy jeans tucked into the tops, and a dried, red, paint-like substance lined the bottom. The person held a flashlight in one hand that shone right into his glasses. He looked down at the floor to try and rid himself of the blue meanies that clouded his vision, "Watch where you point that thing."
As the words came out of his mouth, he felt a horrific sensation of a spike slamming into his rib cage. The bones were shattering under his skin as they splintered in different directions. Blood was pouring out of his wounds, covering his favorite button down, and the floor around him in the thick liquid. He tried to scream, but the rod knew exactly where to hit so that he would keep getting the wind knocked out of him. "Help!"
The pain was too intense, and soon, Robbie was knocked out by the utter agony his body was feeling. It took three more hits to end this job. The last hit cracked a rib enough to pierce through the teen's heart and earned him a final breath.
The attacker dropped his weapon to the ground with a clank. He took a step back from his work so he wouldn't get any fresh blood on his shoes. His glove covered hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his ancient cell phone as he formed a new message: "Three down, four to go."
His throat filled with a hearty laugh as he walked away from the brutal scene as he heard the clatter of footsteps rushing towards him. He disappeared into the shadows to prepare for the next deed.
AN: My internet has been giving me about two hours, spread apart, of time to actually be online, so my stories are being written, I just have to wait for an opportunity to post them. Keep on reading, and keep on reviewing. I will update as soon as technologically possible.
