Disclaimer: I don't own any serial killers, and I don't own BB. The serial killers belong to their respectful owners and BB is property of BeyondBirthday93. I only own Faye.
Extra credit to BB for helping me get an idea for this. Arigatou! ^^
And thank you to all my serial killers for killing the writers block pirates.
Chapter 7: Another trip
Faye carefully sketched her name in large gothic letter in her drawling book, carefully curving the lines around. Needless to say, her attitude had taken a change.
It was about three months after the string of incidents with the serial killers. In that time, the girl had changed. She had grown paranoid, constantly looking over her shoulder, weary of any and everything. She always went right to school and right home, refusing to do anything else. She was to paranoid about it. Anyone who didn't avoid her before did now.
Well, except BB.
Her best friend remained so, even after everything. She watched as her friend decreased to remaining locked up in her room, a shadow of the girl she had been before. Now the older girl was watching her as she sketched.
She needed to get her friend back. The girl could easily lose her sanity like this.
Which is why she suggested the trip.
She was, of course, referring to a trip to Los Angeles.
Faye finished her drawing, oblivious of her friends thoughts. She handed it to her friend, laying her head on her pillow and breathing carefully, lifting one hand to rub the scar from their encounter with Pinhead.
"So, where you guys going to spend Christmas?" She asked, studying the letters. Her friend needed to use something other then black.
"I don't know. Mom hasn't told me." The girl said, rolling over onto her back to study the ceiling. The other girl took a breath. Time to put her plan into action.
"Well, maybe you could tell her where you want to go. I mean, at least pick some where interesting. Somewhere that the Christmas decorations leave you at a loss for words. Which reminds me. Did you know there are two Angles in the outfield movies?" The girl said, putting slight force on two words. It was a risk, but it could work.
"Okay." Faye said as she took her notebook back and started to doodle something else. "I'll ask her. I already have an idea in mind."
BB nodded, hoping her idea worked.
An hour later, after BB went home to hurriedly finish some homework, Faye walked down to the living room and pulled herself onto a bar stool.
"Where are we going for Christmas?" The girl asked. Her mom twisted around and stared at her, surprise clear on her face. Her daughter hadn't wanted to go anywhere recently.
"I haven't thought about it yet." She said honestly. Faye gave a nod.
"Can we go to Los Angeles?" She asked, rather unexpectedly. Her mom had to struggle to keep from jumping with happiness, and instead walked over and hugged her daughter.
"Yes, that's fine. In fact, I'll get that ready now." She said, relieved that the girl was opening back up.
"Just one thing. Can BB come?" The girl's mother turned away, flinching a bit at the name. After the sleepover, the only one who she would hang out with was BB. To herself, she thought that maybe BB was the reason for her child's strange actions. After all, the girl was the essence of Goth, her clothes always dark and long sleeved, and pale as she was.
"Yes, of course she can!" But, if her daughter was coming out of her newly formed shell, she would let her continue hanging out with the girl. For now. Faye smiled, then ran upstairs to get her phone. She had to call BB.
A week later, the group of four were in L.A They had two Hotel Rooms, one for Faye's parents and for the two girls.
"So, what should we do first?" BB asked her friend, trying to get her to do anything. "I think we should go see a movie!"
"Yeah. Okay." Faye said, grabbing her jacket and slipping it on. "What movie?" She asked as she grabbed her purse.
"How about Despicable Me?" A funny movie would help, she had decided.
"Sure. . ." The other girl muttered as she grabbed her purse. After asking her parents for permission, they left, walking to the theater, which was about a mile away. The two talked randomly about the movie, which was supposed to be hilarious. Everything went well, until one simple thing happened.
Faye dropped her purse.
She picked it up, letting her friend walk ahead of her. She then stood up and jogged after her to catch up. Just as she passed an alley, she was grabbed from behind and dragged in. A hand instantly clapped over her mouth, another bringing a knife up to her neck.
"Now, give me your purse, and you won't have to get a cut on that pretty little neck of yours." A voice whispered in her ear. She blinked, taking a deep breath. If she did anything, her throat would be slit. The hand around her mouth moved to her waist, pinning her arms to her side.
Faye, having been through what she had, instantly did the one thing she could do.
She screamed. A loud, high pitched, burst your ear drums scream. The mugger, however, must have been used to it, because he didn't let her go.
"Stupid brat." She felt the knife dig into her throat, felt her blood start to leak down. . .
Then she felt something touch her back, something sharp, like the tip of the knife. The next thing she knew the mugger was pulled off of her. She opened her eyes which had shut on there own. The first thing she saw was BB who was looking from her to behind her and back again. She debated for a moment, then turned around.
B's POV~
The red eyed man sat in the alley, leaning against a wall. He had a jar of jam sitting next to him, and a dagger in on of his hands. Every few minutes he would get a bit of jam and eat it, licking it off his fingers, eyes tracing over the blade. This was normal for the man, and he could have stayed like this all day.
However, a high-pitched scream broke his concentration. He looked up, and what he saw instantly made him stand and start walking.
The view was a common one, a girl was getting mugged, and it was going wrong. The girl looked, to normal eyes, like she was about to die. The mugger was holding a knife to her throat and cutting her neck. That, however, was not what made him move.
He could not see the muggers name or lifespan, since he had a mask. He could, however, see the girl's. Her name was Fayora Christoph. This was still not what interested him. It was her lifespan.
Most people's lifespan stayed the same. It was set for the time they would die. This girl's, however, was changing. At one point it was ticking down by seconds, then it showed she had years. It changed to minutes, then months, weeks, then hours. It was as if Fate didn't know when she would die.
So, B decided he would see why. It was, after all, very intriguing. But first he had to get rid of this mugger. It was fairly easy. He stepped behind the man and stabbed him. When that didn't immediately kill him, he easily pulled him off the girl and slammed him into the side of the alley, twisting the dagger around. He then pulled it up. It didn't move much, but it did the job. Then he let the man fall and turned to the girl. Or, rather, the girls.
Berry Blessing, the name of the second girl, had shown up. 'Interesting.' The killer thought. 'Her lifespan flickers too, although not as much.' The obviously gothic girl looked between the two. He watched her lips twitch as the other girl slowly turned, forming two words. As soon as he heard them, he had to hold back a slightly insane smile.
"Beyond Birthday."
BB's POV~
The girl had walked on, lost in her thoughts. She was thinking about the town they were in. Would they meet B? The killer from the book? It was a risky gamble dragging her friend out there, but she wasn't confident they wouldn't be hurt by him.
She didn't notice when her friend dropped her purse, she didn't notice her yanked into the alley. She didn't notice those.
However, you'd have to be deaf not to notice Faye when she screamed. So, when the ear-splitting note rang through the air, she turned on her heel and ran back. It didn't take her long to get to the alley and twist around the corner, but the second she did, she saw she didn't have to do anything.
The girl watched in shock as the third figured stepped up behind her friend and the mugger, watched as he drove a knife into the muggers stomach, then pulled him off and slammed him into the wall. She felt her gaze sliding between her friend and the killer.
It wasn't really a choice to say it, but she knew exactly who had just saved her friend. She felt her mouth forming the words, her voice saying them.
"Beyond Birthday."
Faye's POV~
She heard her friend say the name as she turned around, coming face to face with the serial killer. She knew who it was. Her friend was a fan girl of his, and at one point ranted for a few days in a row about him.
Beyond Birthday.
The killer from the L. murder case.
He had just saved her life.
"It is not a very good idea to walk near alleys, especially if you are a young lady." He said in a dead monotone voice. Then he turned and walked back into the alley, disappearing.
Faye and BB looked at each other. Then, without a word, Faye continued walking and her friend followed her.
"Are you okay?" She asked, watching the blood drip down her friends neck anxiously. "We need to get you something to cover that."
The other girl nodded strangely, tilting her head down, then back to how it was, then pressing it down again. She gestured around, telling her friend to find a store. She followed behind her friend, slightly confused, but also happy. After all, she had just met another serial killer who didn't want her dead. At least, she hoped not.
They returned to the hotel after buying a first aid kit, and BB wrapped Faye's throat up. Now that she didn't have to worry about bleeding if she talked, she spoke softly.
"Let's go back to the alley. I want to say thank you." Her voice no more then a whisper.
"What? What if you get mugged again?" Her friend said, obviously not pleased about the idea of going back.
"I just want to say thank you. I doubt it will happen again, an no," she added, seeing her friend about to say something, "I don't expect to be saved if I do managed to get mugged again." BB sighed.
"Fine, but if you DO get mugged again I'm going to kick your but when I get finished kicking the muggers. Got it?" She asked, and was answered with a slight nod. Her friend then gave a weak grin.
"So, should we go now or wait until tomorrow?" The other girl made a snorting noise.
"We're waiting. Give your throat a chance to heal."
"Okay." She muttered. Faye wrapped a scarf around her neck and the went to tell her parents they were back. Getting ready for bed was quick, but sleeping wasn't. Both girls laid there, wide awake.
The next day started off very silent as the two got ready, BB dressing in her usual outfit. A dark long sleeved shirt and baggy pants. Faye grabbed some random clothes and ended up with an old softball T-shirt and jeans.
BB unwrapped the girls throat and checked it out. "It stopped bleeding." She said, examining it. Her friend got lucky. The cut wasn't that deep. It didn't need stitches, either, judging by how much blood was on the bandage and that it had stopped bleeding.
The other girl re-wrapped her throat, giving a smile as she did so.
"I should be a nurse. I've got a strong stomach, and I'm becoming an expert at bandages." She said, once again keeping her voice soft.
"Please! You should be a therapist for kids who've dealt with serial killers." Her friend told her. "You actually know what they've been through; you can offer decent advice when their parents send them to therapy!."
"Yeah," Faye said with a chuckle, "but I might end up in therapy soon, if I ever tell my parents any of this stuff." She said as she tied the scarf around her neck to hide her bandages. "Well, let's go."
The two girls got permission to leave for a little bit again, and ventured back to the alley. The first thing they noticed was that it was clean. There was no blood to be seen. B had cleaned up after himself, that much was clear.
They both walked carefully into the alley, tense and expecting the worst. Looking around, however, the found no one.
"I guess he isn't here." Faye said softly, rubbing her throat.
"You two must either be very stupid or very a brave." A blank voice said. Faye jumped, then twisted around. BB just turned. It took more then voices to make her jump.
Beyond Birthday was the source of the voice, of course, and he looked at then blankly. Faye blinked once and then looked at the ground, while BB rolled her eyes.
"My friend wanted to thank you for saving her," she said, "and I'm curious as to why." She added, folding her arms. Faye looked at her.
"You didn't tell me you were going to ask that." She said in her whispery voice. B tilted his head just slightly.
"You are welcome I suppose, although you probably shouldn't have come here. I wasn't planning on saving you a second time. As for why I saved her, I have my own reasons." He said, once again studying the two girls life spans. They were both still flickering, changing, and he had yet to figure out why.
The two girls looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Finally, Faye broke the silence.
"I never expected you to save me again. I just wanted to say thank you." She said.
"Even if it that is the case, you had better leave. Before another mugger comes. As I said, I have no intentions of saving you again." The killer said. He took one last look at the girls, then their life spans, trying to figure out why they kept flicker, then once again turned and vanished in the alley way.
"I want to learn how to do that." BB said. Her friend rolled her eyes.
"Of course you do. Let's get back to the hotel." The two turned and left, avoiding any more excitement. The rest of the trip went well, and they didn't run into anymore serial killers.
At least, not until they got back. But that's another part of the story.
B's POV~
B watched as the two girls left, then he left the ally. He went back to his temporary house, and sat on the bed. Those two girls were very strange. Then, something stranger happened. The killer felt his eye lids grow heavy. He blinked a couple of times, and suddenly he wasn't in the house.
He was in a boiler room. Chains dangled down. He wasn't the only one there, he noted. Several others were, and he vaguely recognized them. Freddy Kruger, Jason Voorhees, Candyman, Pinhead, and Chucky.
"May I ask why I am here? If you are planning to kill me, you will find it very challenging." He said in his bleak monotone voice.
"Nah, we aren't gonna kill you. Were just adding you to the club." The burnt man said.
"What club?"
"There's a teenage girl named Faye. Black hair, green eyes. She has a friend who's about the same age and looks a bit like you clothing wise. Her hair is a different color though. You met them yet?" He asked.
"Yes, I have." He said blankly.
The masked serial killer tilted his head and scrawled quickly on a piece of paper, then handed it to him.
"'Did you try and kill her?' No, I did not." He said. Jason took that pad back and wrote another sentence.
""You're on my side. Everyone else here wants her dead.' Okay. I suppose that will work. Can I go now?" B asked as he handed that paper back.
"Whatever." Freddy said, Then he placed a his gloved hand on the man's chest and shoved.
B awoke with a start, jumping slightly. Had the been a dream? He looked down at his shirt and saw four slight holes in his shirt. No, not a dream. It was real. The man gave an insane chuckle. Maybe he would get to see why the girls' life spans flickered.
Jason's POV~
Jason watched the other four killers laugh. He closed his eyes, and woke himself up at his camp. He stood from his position of leaning against the wall and bumped into a shelf, knocking a book down. The killer, however, took no notice as he strode out of the room.
Anyone who looked at the book would see a picture of a young girl, about Faye and BB's age, in a white dress. She was coated in blood. The title of the book read "Spirits: Bloody Mary Edition."
A/N It's done. Please refrain from mauling me if the characters are OOC.