Chapter 5: Still Ignorant...

"No fair!" London shouted, "you took a cheap shot!"

"No, you just need to get better!" Miley yelled from across the volleyball net.

Everyone was lounging around the net. Today was warm day, and the best day to spend outside. London and Miley were playing at the net, Lily and Carly watching. Most of the East High graduates were in the lake splashing around and having a dandy time. The attractive black haired girl and muscular, basketball playing boy were nowhere to be seen (probably shagging, Carly thought.), nor the blonde haired preppy girl. The people with Ms. Tipton were sitting under a tree eating. The Connect 3 group were still up in their cabin. Freddie was still up in the cabin setting up for the show with Sam, and Carly had no idea where Nevel was (probably off somewhere being a creep).

Suddenly, Carly felt something hit her face, and she was soaked in water. Zack laughed and pointed, then threw the other one at Lily, who was reading a Jane Austen book. She screamed and jumped up after him. Zack yelped and ran away, Lily very close behind. Carly laughed and turned back toward the game. Then she got a face-full of more water.

Esteban laughed and sprayed the girl in the face with his hose again. He was laughing so hard, he didn't notice that the girl was actually angry until he shoved her and grabbed the hose and sprayed him. Esteban had no swim trunks on, and had his electronics in his pocket.

"what the heck?" Esteban yelled.

"It was funny the first time." Carly said and sprayed him.

"Stop!" he yelped, "my iPod's in my pocket!"

"Then don't bring it to the lake!" she said, "now, I need to change for the show anyway."

Esteban was steaming, and wanted revenge. As she walked away, he started sneaking after her. He was already planning his revenge: he would sneak on the set with a bucket of water and soak her and her friend while on air. First, he had to get the bucket of water. He spotted a gardening shed near the lake. Smiling, he ran toward it and opened the door. The bucket was way in the back, behind the weed eater, riding mower, and tool rack. He sifted through those things and reached the back, grabbing the bucket. He held it and smiled. "yes!" he yelled, "I am invincible!"

he suddenly felt a pain on the back of his head and fell over. His head hurt wildly and he couldn't move. Then someone grabbed him and pulled him around and under something. He could move his head, and started feeling around. Then he felt the blade of the riding mower. He tried to scream, but whoever it was had already started the mower.

He turned off the mower and stepped off, almost slipping on a piece of brain. This was one of his messier kills. He stepped over a piece of skull and looked with satisfaction at the tool rack and the other wall full of tools. He would definitely be back for some stuff. He grabbed the machete from the table (he wasn't sure why it was there) and the padlock off the container of them. He would just break the lock off and replace it next time he needed in. He walked out, locked the shed, and walked toward the showers. Someone was bound to go in after everyone was done in the lake.

Ryan and Chad were in the showers, Chad getting ready to leave, Ryan just getting in.

"Hey, have you seen my sis?" Ryan asked Chad.

"No, and she's not the only one missing," Chad said, "That Miley girl's friend and brother are missing too."

"Well, knowing my sis, she's planning some ultimate grand scheme."

"Yeah, but she didn't even know the other two. Something weird is going on."

"Maybe. Well, unless you want to watch me shower, I would suggest you leave."

Chad laughed at that. "Well, see you at the mess hall." He walked out; knocking on an occupied stall that he assumed Troy was in. "C'mon man," he called, "you can't have to go that bad." No one answered. "Well," Chad called, "see you in the mess hall." He then turned and walked out.

Ryan finished undressing and climbed in the shower. The stood for a while, letting the warm water run down his face. Then he put shampoo in and started actually washing. From outside, he heard a stall open and someone's footsteps. "Hey Troy!" he called. No answer. "Who's out there?" he called out. He was getting nervous. "Who's out there?" he repeated. He turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He swore he saw a silhouette at the curtain. He reached a shaking hand to the curtain, and quickly pulled it back. There was no one there. Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and climbed out. He went to his clothes and put on some pants, then grabbed some styling gel out of his bag, went to the mirror, and spiked his hair. He tried to look at his reflection in the mirror, but it was steamed up, so he wiped it away with his hand. Then he noticed someone standing behind him. A big someone. Someone with a Machete and hockey mask. He tried to turn around, but the man had already swung the machete. Ryan was still alive until the blade had gone through half of his head.

He looked at the boy whom He taken the top of his head off. This was really messy. There was blood all over the mirrors, the wall, and the sinks. He wanted to keep His kills secret until His ultimate entrance would happen as planned, so this was a serious problem. Then He had an idea that would be guaranteed to keep them out…