Thanks to xxUVERworldxx for reviewing. Stories that are not in the DGM plot are herder to write…I guess. A place with maps on the schedules. Just like Allen to get lost with a thing like that. He's an idiot sometimes. I started drawing trees recently. Just haven't started drawing leaves just yet. My inspiration came from me always asking people what they were smoking when they acted really out of character. Kanda is really kinda funny when he dragged him by the collar, poor Allen was being dragged on the ground. The girl character is just to smooth things out. She's a local and will behave like one. I guess this turned out to be a horror because of how the plot got twisted.
Rated T for a reason…
I don't really want to even own DGM anymore; I have my storylines and my characters…
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Mrs. Jenkins wanted to focus on human behaviour. Communication studies were mandatory in upper sixth form and Allen hadn't taken it. He was in the sixth form building, sitting with the other students. He looked like a form five, being fifteen and all. The first thing they did was learn to interpret someone's body language. It was hard at the beginning but got easier. Their homework was to study someone's body language and do an analysis on it. He had no idea who he would do it on. So there he was, talking to Mrs. Jenkins after class.
"I don't know who I should study," he insisted after five minutes of intense conversing.
"Here's what," she smiled, "you're in your first year of UWI. You should be able to handle this; do it on a group of people. If you need help, ask one of your fellow students if you could see their reports."
Allen nodded and left. This was definitely going to be harder for him to do. He had no idea how to write an analysis on this. Was this just like any other lab he had done before. He had been fifteen minutes late for the class, due to getting lost and felt stupid at the moment. He walked slowly before turning to go what he believed to be north. Today was the first years' first day so they only had three classes today. Tomorrow, there would be five. His day was over and he sat at the same canteen and waited. He decided he would do his homework. Accounts and physics were easy but he would have to wait to do his Communication Studies homework. It grew near to the hour of five in the evening.
The shadow lengthened and the day was growing older. He waited until people started to file into the canteen area and talk. Two other students took their shifts and everyone was getting happy. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the red haired kid from earlier.
"You're the lost pup aren't you?" he said.
"'Sup twinkle toes?" she came walking up to him with a camera and snapped a picture of him, "Great for my solo proj. You don't take bad picture twinkle toes."
"The name's-"
"I know your name, I just choose to call you dumb things," she replied snapping another picture.
The first person he analyzed…or tried to analyze was this girl. Very hyper and serious at the same time. A free spirit…yes definitely. He guessed she was into trees and stuff like that. Then he studied her red-haired friend…Lavi was it? He was super happy almost all the time but he could be serious when he was good and ready. He thought he was getting the hand of studying body language and facial expressions to a deeper level. The only thing he worried about was how he would write the analysis.
This time the picture was of Kanda and he looked pissed that she took it. He came up to them with a big yellow envelope in hand. He threw it on the table and the contents slipped out slightly. There were picture of lots of things. As they went through it, trees, mountains, mostly nature scenes. Except some pictures. Some pictures were pictures of that same girl standing there with a camera clutched tightly in her hands. She looked at it with horror and looked through the pictures again and a third time.
Allen didn't even have to study Kanda closely to guess that he was a damn hard shell and would never be anything but that. This was a hard person to crack at a deeper level. He planned to do an analysis like his labs back in high school.
"Where did you get this?" she asked stuffing them back in the envelope.
"Some idiot dropped it by my desk. It had my name on it…" Kanda began to answer.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no…this can't be happening…no, no, no, no…These pictures," she shoved them back to the recipient of the envelope, "Burn them. Burn them now!"
"Why," Lavi asked, "Some of them are good. Allen, back me up here."
"They are good," Allen picked up his books and stood up looking at them.
"I gotta get out of here now…Those pictures were some that somebody took. It's a long story, from an extra class I used to go through. Have you ever heard of the Snap Shot killer?" she asked.
Sade looked panicky…and horrified. This was supposed to be fun experience, not some weird thing. Allen didn't really want any part of this but then again, he was being sucked into it. He would say nothing and stay out of the way if that's what it took to stay out of trouble.
"When exactly did you get the envelope?" she asked.
"About a month ago…didn't open it until today."
She sighed and looked relieved. Maybe it wasn't happening again…or maybe it was. She took the envelope back and proceeded to walk to the housing facilities, "Hey kid, where you staying?"
"House four," Allen looked at his papers.
"Oh look Yuu," Lavi smiled, "Isn't this great? He's staying with us. Guess you were the unlucky extra student that has to stay with a couple of second years!"
They walked back to house four and Lavi unlocked the door. The house was neat but it had a certain quality that screamed, 'STUPID PIECE OF BUILDING.' They showed him to his room and Allen saw his things already in there. He put his bag inside and went to find food. He cleaned out the fridge, literally and went to see what they were doing. He thought they were busy doing homework or slacking off. He saw the floor cleared and three people were laying out pictures. Each picture had a red number marked on it and the pictures were in order. He went closer to see what it meant and didn't see anything. They last picture had been laid out and they all looked at it. Then he heard a gasp.
"No…this can't be happening. There pictures have words on them, turn off the lights. Allen was nearest to the switch ad he turned it off. The pictures were still visible but the words glowed. Glow in the dark ink. There were seven pictures of seven different girls. They appeared twice.
"'Hello Sade'," she read, "'I hope this gets to you in time. Do you remember those three months of classes? I do and they were good. You remember your fellow classmates; Sarah, Kim, Leila, Sita, Yvette and Carrie. Remember that I got them? They were fun to play with. The photos they took were amazing. Expect the package with their pictures. It will come a week from this one. Remember how you took pictures of me killing Carrie and got me arrested? Well, to put this politely, YOU'RE NEXT. Goodbye, for now…yours truly, James. And remember…don't turn out the lights…' Turn on the lights!"
Allen turned on the lights and the words disappeared. He looked at her confused like the other two clueless twits in the room. Sade gathered up the pictures and put them in the envelope. She threw them in a metal bin, doused it in cooking oil and lit the thing up. Pictures slowly crumpling in the flames. Allen watched the flames dance over the ashes and disappear.
"Did any of you get another envelope?" she turned slowly to see another under a pile of books, "He's supposed to be in jail…he's supposed to be in Siberia…"
She took out the envelope, not caring that the books fell down with a clatter on the floor and ripped open the envelope. The pictures were scattered on the floor. There were at least twelve girls there. One of them was of her. There were big red crosses on some of the pictures and newspaper articles stapled to the back of them. 'GIRL FOUND DEAD IN POND,' 'GIRL STRANGLED IN BUSHES' and one like 'DISMEMBERED GIRL FOUND IN GRAVEYARD.' There was a note mixed with all the photos. It was small and yellow. The writing was black. 'I'LL BE COMING FOR YOU SOON. HERE ARE MY OTHER PRETTY LITTLE SUBJECTS…DISMEMBERMENT IS MY SIGNATURE STYLE AS YOU REMEMBER…'
"The Snap Shot Murderer. He takes pictures of his victims. He's a stalker; watching and taking pictures of their every movement. Two years ago, when I was in Upper Sixth, I took a photography course. It was over the July-August holidays near Arima. There was this teacher; well the only teacher since not many people took the course. Most of us were girls. Mr. Opaque was really lively. One or two rumours were spread that he had an uncanny fascination with girls around my age. One by one, the girls started to disappear. When they were found, there was always a picture of them next to the body. I caught Mr. Opaque one day. He had a bloody knife. It was a cutlass. He was just sitting there, grinning to himself and severing the body. I turned the picture I took in to the police. He went to jail but I think he got out on good behaviour. You have to help them…You have to help those remaining girls!" she put the pictures back into the envelope.
"What about you?" Allen asked. He was concerned. This person was his first friend in UWI and he wanted to help.
"I don't care what happens to me. It's me that he wants. Those girls are just practise to him. He won't stop until he's got me, that's why we have to save them! If all he wants is me, then why not give it to him. I can die; my life is worth the lives of those six other girls. Will you help?!"
Lavi looked at Kanda and then at Allen. This was a situation she couldn't handle alone. And besides, lives were at stake.
"Yuu and I will help," Lavi shrugged his shoulders. It was all he could do at the moment.
"What?!" Kanda asked, "Fine…whatever."
"Me too," caring Allen added, "I just don't want to see any more envelopes like these."
These pictures were freaking all of them out and no one really wanted to see more envelopes appearing. Allen walked to the door of the kitchen, hoping to find more food.
"His next victim is Laura Stevens. She's in our year group. He usually sends them photos of themselves about two days before he kills them. It's to get them scared," Sade dropped to the floor, "I can't believe this is happening…not again…"
The lights suddenly went out. Everything was dark. Then a scream pierced their ears…
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Horror my pretties…How did I do? It's my first time writing horror for fanfiction so including the characters and their personalities is kinda hard. I think I put Allen's appetite to rest here so I'm sorry that I couldn't put it in. He would be spending over four hundred dollars if he ate the way he does…and we can't have him broke, can we…Well, I want you to review… sprinkles magic dust thingies to make people review And don't worry, that Violin Moon sequel is on its way…