Author's Note:
Don't ya just hate it when the phone company cuts your phone off and ya can't get online? Well I do, mainly cuz I'm an Internet junkie! So anyway, enough complaining...
I was watching TV last week... well, I wasn't really paying attention to the TV, just kinda listening on and off... what can I say, there's very little on regular television the catches the interest of my short attention span...
There was this Taco Bell commercial on and I heard something about "Maggie and Stu have just joined the party!" so I looked up real quick and screamed "Maggie and Stu!?! Oh NO! Everyone else at the party is gonna die now!!!! AHH!!!!" and my dad looked over at me like I was totally insane, so I said to him "Just wait... you'll see... next thing you know everyone will be stabbed to death with Steak Quesadillas or something!" He just shook his head and ignored me...
I'm crazy... anyway, on with the murder spree!
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Cassie stared out the window of the councilor's office, trying to take in what she had just been told.
"Its my fault." She uttered despairingly. "He killed himself because of me."
"No, sweetie, I'm sure there was more to it than that." The councilor assured her.
"Can I..." Cassie struggled to make words without bursting into to tears. "Can I see the note?"
The detective that stood next to the councilor's desk removed a clear plastic bag from his pocket, sealed inside was a single piece of paper.
Cassie reached for the note, shivering as her shaking hand made contact with the glistening plastic.
"I'm sorry for everything that has gone wrong..." she read quietly aloud, glancing back and forth from the handwritten words to the small splatters of blood on the white paper. "In the end you must understand that I never meant to hurt you, yet I know now that I have... goodbye." Cassie dropped the bag as she read the last line, tears now streaming down her face as the paper slowly cascaded to the carpeted floor of the office.
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"I can't believe they're actually throwing a party because of Devon's death!" Maggie sighed as she stood on the stairs to the main building of the campus, staring over at the frat house across the lawn.
It looked as if every light was on at the fraternity, which lit the house up in the fading sunset as it's occupants prepared the house for guests.
"That's the sorority life for ya, every moment's a party." Stu muttered in response as he sat on the steps beside her.
"It's not even a proper Wake for Christ sakes!" Maggie fussed. "He's only been dead what, a day... day and a half, not even buried yet!"
"I doubt he'll be buried anytime soon either." He answered dully.
"Why?"
"Its still under investigation."
"Oh... you mean their little 'Suicide Theory' wasn't concrete enough for 'em?" Maggie asked in a mocking tone towards the police's detective work.
"Hell if I know." Stu said shrugging.
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"Look at this place, its like one big depressing kegger!" Stu said to Maggie as they glanced around at the other people in the room.
"I need alcohol." Maggie stated, then walked farther into the house in search of liquor.
"That a girl!" Stu shrieked, smiling as he followed her.
"Urgh!" Maggie shrilled as she slightly spit out the first drink of beer. "This taste like piss!" she exclaimed as she looked at the red plastic cup in her hand suspiciously.
"Just outa curiosity..." Stu asked. "Have you ever drank alcohol before?"
Maggie looked at him sadly, then back at the cup.
"No." she muttered drearily.
"So I see..." he said looking her over oddly.
Maggie then realized he was looking at her as if she were a five year old, she gave him an evil glance then quickly swallowed over half of the cup's contents in one drink.
Stu laughed at the look on her face as she finished the glass, then he handed her another as she struggled to drink it the same way as before.
"This is gonna be interesting." He whispered to himself as he watched her with fascination.
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Nineteen minutes and eight cups later...
Stu stood in the living room of the frat house, glancing from the television to every girl that passed him.
"Hey Stu." Someone called from the next room.
"Josh, what's up?" Stu answered as he saw the dark haired boy walk towards him.
"I heard about your roommate..." Josh said remorsefully as he stood beside him. "That's fucked up man!"
"Yeah, it is." Stu responded, trying his best not to laugh.
"Yeah... with everything that's going on at that college out west, ya think the cops wouldn't even bother with Devon's suicide."
"What's going on out west?" Stu asked Josh suddenly with a lost look on his face.
"Oh, didn't you hear? I thought everyone knew..." Josh stalled.
"Come on Josh!" Stu rushed him impatiently.
"There's some killer slicing up people at the college that Prescott girl's at, ya know the one that Stab movie's about?"
"What Stab movie?"
"They made some slasher flick off that Woodsboro Murders book, it just came out at theaters this week, now the chic is being stalked or something..." Josh explained, pausing at the last line to take another drink of beer, Stu only stared at him in shock.
"Do..." Stu started, then stopped to clear his throat. "Do they know who's stalking her?"
"They think it's the one killer that got away a few years ago since people are starting to get gutted all over the campus... he must be pissed for not get any money outa the deal!" Josh commented with amusement. "Just watch the news man, its been on like every station."
Stu only stared at the floor, trying to think about what was going on when suddenly Maggie entered the room, stumbling into him.
"Whoa!" Stu sighed, trying to keep her level as she stood unsteadily on her feet. "Ya okay?"
"I think so..." she said giggling childishly, leaning against him. "Who's that?" she asked pointing at Josh.
"Oh, that's Josh, we got editing together." Stu told her, Josh only waved as Maggie smiled.
"I'll leave ya be man... looks like ya got your hands full, see ya in class." Josh muttered, glancing at Maggie.
"Thanks." Stu mumbled as Josh walked away.
Stu stared at Maggie blankly, not knowing whether to speak or laugh as he watched her glance around drunkenly.
"Lets go upstairs." He then said finally with a serious tone to his voice.
"Okay." Maggie uttered innocently as he helped her walk towards the stairs.
Don't ya just hate it when the phone company cuts your phone off and ya can't get online? Well I do, mainly cuz I'm an Internet junkie! So anyway, enough complaining...
I was watching TV last week... well, I wasn't really paying attention to the TV, just kinda listening on and off... what can I say, there's very little on regular television the catches the interest of my short attention span...
There was this Taco Bell commercial on and I heard something about "Maggie and Stu have just joined the party!" so I looked up real quick and screamed "Maggie and Stu!?! Oh NO! Everyone else at the party is gonna die now!!!! AHH!!!!" and my dad looked over at me like I was totally insane, so I said to him "Just wait... you'll see... next thing you know everyone will be stabbed to death with Steak Quesadillas or something!" He just shook his head and ignored me...
I'm crazy... anyway, on with the murder spree!
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Cassie stared out the window of the councilor's office, trying to take in what she had just been told.
"Its my fault." She uttered despairingly. "He killed himself because of me."
"No, sweetie, I'm sure there was more to it than that." The councilor assured her.
"Can I..." Cassie struggled to make words without bursting into to tears. "Can I see the note?"
The detective that stood next to the councilor's desk removed a clear plastic bag from his pocket, sealed inside was a single piece of paper.
Cassie reached for the note, shivering as her shaking hand made contact with the glistening plastic.
"I'm sorry for everything that has gone wrong..." she read quietly aloud, glancing back and forth from the handwritten words to the small splatters of blood on the white paper. "In the end you must understand that I never meant to hurt you, yet I know now that I have... goodbye." Cassie dropped the bag as she read the last line, tears now streaming down her face as the paper slowly cascaded to the carpeted floor of the office.
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"I can't believe they're actually throwing a party because of Devon's death!" Maggie sighed as she stood on the stairs to the main building of the campus, staring over at the frat house across the lawn.
It looked as if every light was on at the fraternity, which lit the house up in the fading sunset as it's occupants prepared the house for guests.
"That's the sorority life for ya, every moment's a party." Stu muttered in response as he sat on the steps beside her.
"It's not even a proper Wake for Christ sakes!" Maggie fussed. "He's only been dead what, a day... day and a half, not even buried yet!"
"I doubt he'll be buried anytime soon either." He answered dully.
"Why?"
"Its still under investigation."
"Oh... you mean their little 'Suicide Theory' wasn't concrete enough for 'em?" Maggie asked in a mocking tone towards the police's detective work.
"Hell if I know." Stu said shrugging.
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"Look at this place, its like one big depressing kegger!" Stu said to Maggie as they glanced around at the other people in the room.
"I need alcohol." Maggie stated, then walked farther into the house in search of liquor.
"That a girl!" Stu shrieked, smiling as he followed her.
"Urgh!" Maggie shrilled as she slightly spit out the first drink of beer. "This taste like piss!" she exclaimed as she looked at the red plastic cup in her hand suspiciously.
"Just outa curiosity..." Stu asked. "Have you ever drank alcohol before?"
Maggie looked at him sadly, then back at the cup.
"No." she muttered drearily.
"So I see..." he said looking her over oddly.
Maggie then realized he was looking at her as if she were a five year old, she gave him an evil glance then quickly swallowed over half of the cup's contents in one drink.
Stu laughed at the look on her face as she finished the glass, then he handed her another as she struggled to drink it the same way as before.
"This is gonna be interesting." He whispered to himself as he watched her with fascination.
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Nineteen minutes and eight cups later...
Stu stood in the living room of the frat house, glancing from the television to every girl that passed him.
"Hey Stu." Someone called from the next room.
"Josh, what's up?" Stu answered as he saw the dark haired boy walk towards him.
"I heard about your roommate..." Josh said remorsefully as he stood beside him. "That's fucked up man!"
"Yeah, it is." Stu responded, trying his best not to laugh.
"Yeah... with everything that's going on at that college out west, ya think the cops wouldn't even bother with Devon's suicide."
"What's going on out west?" Stu asked Josh suddenly with a lost look on his face.
"Oh, didn't you hear? I thought everyone knew..." Josh stalled.
"Come on Josh!" Stu rushed him impatiently.
"There's some killer slicing up people at the college that Prescott girl's at, ya know the one that Stab movie's about?"
"What Stab movie?"
"They made some slasher flick off that Woodsboro Murders book, it just came out at theaters this week, now the chic is being stalked or something..." Josh explained, pausing at the last line to take another drink of beer, Stu only stared at him in shock.
"Do..." Stu started, then stopped to clear his throat. "Do they know who's stalking her?"
"They think it's the one killer that got away a few years ago since people are starting to get gutted all over the campus... he must be pissed for not get any money outa the deal!" Josh commented with amusement. "Just watch the news man, its been on like every station."
Stu only stared at the floor, trying to think about what was going on when suddenly Maggie entered the room, stumbling into him.
"Whoa!" Stu sighed, trying to keep her level as she stood unsteadily on her feet. "Ya okay?"
"I think so..." she said giggling childishly, leaning against him. "Who's that?" she asked pointing at Josh.
"Oh, that's Josh, we got editing together." Stu told her, Josh only waved as Maggie smiled.
"I'll leave ya be man... looks like ya got your hands full, see ya in class." Josh muttered, glancing at Maggie.
"Thanks." Stu mumbled as Josh walked away.
Stu stared at Maggie blankly, not knowing whether to speak or laugh as he watched her glance around drunkenly.
"Lets go upstairs." He then said finally with a serious tone to his voice.
"Okay." Maggie uttered innocently as he helped her walk towards the stairs.
