A/N: I know I said I was going to update last night, but I read over this a bunch of times and I kept thinking of ways to make it better, so I did and now here it is:
Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101.
Quinn gasped as Logan just yelled, "NO!" Then they read the attached message.
Whoops, we'll just say Michael "fell" down the stairs, sound good? Well, well, Logan, oh and Quinn too now, all of your friends are dead. There's no one left to help you. It looks like it's finally time for me to come talk to you, Logan. We have a lot to chat about; I'll be seeing you shortly.
"Quinn, we have to hide or we're dead for sure!" Logan told her.
"I know but the door is still locked! How are we going to get out?" They both turned to the door and Quinn screamed as they saw the previously closed and locked door was now wide open, displaying an empty hallway for them.
"How did th…?"
"Who cares, let's just go!" Logan yelled, grabbing her hand and yanking her into the hallway, both searching desperately for a place to hide. The hallway wasn't all that big, but it seemed to go on for miles as they ran down it, Logan leading the way.
They came to a sudden halt and Logan felt chills go down his spine as the whole house started to echo his name, louder and louder each time: Logan, Logan, Logan… He looked around frantically, trying to see where the sound was coming from.
"Who are you?" he shouted, but the only answer he got was his name: Logan, Logan, Logan. "Leave me alone!" he yelled as he grabbed Quinn's hand and they started running again.
As he turned around the corner, Logan literally ran into someone. He looked up with fear, expecting some huge dude holding an axe or a gun or some other murder weapon, but instead he found…Chauncey?
"Chauncey? What are you doing here? Have you been in the house this whole time? You haven't seen anyone else here, have you?" Logan asked. He didn't seem to understand what was going on here, but Quinn knew precisely what was happening.
"Um, Logan? We need to go like, now!" she told him. Logan turned around, his back to Chauncey, to answer her.
"Quinn, this is great, now Chauncey can help…!" He wasn't even able to finish his sentence as he hit the floor with a loud thud. Quinn looked from an unconscious Logan on the floor to the now vicious-looking Chauncey.
"Miss Pensky, did you think you were the only one who knew how to make people lose consciousness by pinching their nerve? Help me drag him into that room," Chauncey instructed. Quinn reluctantly obeyed, not saying a word.
They dragged Logan into the nearest room and Chauncey lifted him up onto a chair and tied him to aforementioned chair. Then, Chauncey picked up a bucket of water that had mysteriously already been laid out and dumped it on Logan to wake him up. While this was a very cliché thing to do, it actually worked because Logan immediately regained consciousness and looked around the room to see what was going on. He looked down at himself, then at Chauncey (who was still holding the bucket and was now giving him an evil smile) and finally at Quinn, who wasn't tied up at all, but was just standing against the wall. Logan finally understood what was happening, but he was still utterly confused.
"Chauncey? YOU did this? But why? What did I ever do to you?"
"You've treated me like scum ever since I've worked for this family. You never respected me or thought of me as a person. I have never even gotten a thank you for all of the things I have had to do for you!" Chauncey answered.
"So, you murdered my friends because I didn't say thank you?" Logan asked, perplexed by his reasoning.
"Do you know how many holidays and other important moments I have missed with my family because I had to spend them working for yours? You made me miss out on past memories with my family, so I thought I would make you miss future ones with your friends, and then kill you just like all those other ungrateful teenagers."
"Wait, YOU'RE the Random Man they keep talking about on the news?" Logan alleged, "You killed all those other kids, too?"
"They were also children of families I have worked for that never respected me. I hope you've learned a little lesson here, Logan. Now for the difficult part: deciding how I'm going to kill you. Let's see, I could…" he went on to name several different ways he could murder him, but Logan couldn't focus on what he was saying because he had suddenly become really dizzy. The room felt like it was spinning as Logan tried to breathe, but felt like he couldn't get enough air. The terror he was experiencing was almost paralyzing and he started choking. He thought he was going to die of insanity until the sound of Quinn's shouting sucked him back into reality.
"STOP IT! HE'S GONNA HAVE A PANIC ATTACK! JUST STOP!" Chauncey stopped saying different ways he could kill Logan and turned to Quinn, "What are you over there nerding on about?"
"Look at him! He's showing all the symptoms of a panic attack: sweating, choking, shortness of breath, shaking…"
"Like I care! If he has a panic attack, then maybe he will die faster!" Chauncey taunted.
"I've let this go on way too long!" she pronounced, turning to Logan, "Logan, don't listen to him! It's okay baby, it's just a tri…" Chauncey grabbed her and covered her mouth.
"If you will excuse me, I don't think Miss Pensky here wants to witness her boyfriend's murder. Since I am a gentleman, I'm going to respect her wishes and escort her out of the room, and I'll be back to deal with you in a few moments," he said, his accent making him sound petrifying.
Chauncey grabbed Quinn's arm and lugged her out of the room, still covering her mouth with his other hand. Logan found it weird that she didn't hesitate or struggle at all, but simply went along with Chauncey, winking at Logan as she passed him. How could she be so calm? Did she not understand that he was going to kill her? That he was going to kill him? His train of thought was broken though as he heard a shout of protest that obviously came from a female voice out in the hallway.
"QUINN!" He struggled in the chair, fighting the ropes that bound him with all of his might, but it was no use. "Oh man, this is bad, like bad bad," he didn't even notice that he was talking to no one but himself, "what are we, what am I gonna do?" All the feelings and symptoms of a panic attack that Quinn had just listed were coming back; he didn't know if there was anything he could do to save Quinn, let alone himself.
A/N: Well there's chapter 4 for you! Let me know what you thought please! The next chapter may or may not be the last one, I'm not sure yet. Anyways, please review! Thanks! :)
