I've been procrastinating, but I finally decided to sit my butt down and work on this chapter after I got home from school (I had school on a Saturday!).

I realize that I may have outdone myself in the last chapter, but I do hope you enjoy this murder. I could insert a pun, but I don't enjoy that humor; it's not very punny (ahaha! See what I did there? Oh...nvm...)

Aside from my lack of...being funny...I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Oh, tell me who you think should die next! I think I know who will die next, but I'd like to see what you guys think.

-Skye

"Chapter 7 – Little Miss Obvious"

"Wipe the makeup from your face and go tell all your friends that I'm the only one. I know that we've seen better days, so go fuck all my friends just to see if I still care." – Her Bright Skies

Jesse

Alright, this is getting ridiculous. They all need to sit down and shut up if you ask me. I don't normally like to lead the witch hunt, but if I don't do it then who will? We need to figure out who is behind all this so we can stop them before they kill anyone else. These losers are all so stubborn and won't get it through their heads that they need to start looking. They're starting to turn my Cam against me…

I'm trying to help them, but they don't want to listen to me. They keep talking over me and cutting me off when they know I'm right. And then that stupid dick, Beck, has to come along and try to take Camille away from me. He's got Tori and half the other girls here draped all over him. Why the hell does he need Camille to do the same?

I got punched for these people. I got punched in my goddamn face trying help their asses out. Then that Darius guy had the nerve to call me unstable? Last time I checked, he was the one hitting me and causing his precious little cousin to scream at him.

Then everything exploded.

From the ground, I saw the figure; I saw who it was. Well, I almost did. Their face was covered by darkness and the blur of everyone around me trying to get out as the window of the Burger Palace came crashing down on us. Through all the commotion, though, we end up in the Freezy Queen, only to start a bigger commotion.

We look around to make sure everyone is here with us, then Tori screams.

"Where's Trina?"

Her words start another small frenzy and our voices rise above the others as we try to see if we remember what happened to her. I know what they're thinking: Did she come with us? Did the killer get her? Is she okay? Should we feel bad if we don't care?

I know what happened to her, though.

I saw everything.

Trina was the closest person to the killer when he (or she, because we can't be sexist here) stepped through the now broken glass. I was rushing to get up though Camille tugged at my hand (I knew she still cares about me) and I saw the kill wrap his/her hand around Trina's mouth while dragging her back through the Juice Mart. I gave sidelong glances as I watched the killer drag her away, but I don't know where s/he took her.

I know Trina's dead now.

It's only a matter of time until we find her…

Soon, everyone's screaming and shouting give me a headache and I hold my head tightly. I will them with my mind to stop, but they just won't.

"Stop screaming for five minutes!" I shout, silencing them all. I open my eyes to see them all looking back at me with confused and some angered stares and glares. I wait a few moments before I speak.

I look to Tori. "I understand you're worried about your sister," I begin, "But please, shut the hell up already! If not Cat, you're the loudest one here and you're going to give everyone a headache. We'll find her, okay? Just shut up."

Tori gasps and looks away from me with saddened eyes. She shouldn't have been such a giant baby, then. She's cool and all but this is too much for me.

"Alright," I start again, "Now we need to find out who's behind all this. We could have figured it out if we weren't all being pussies about it." I glare as I look around the room. "So we know that Tori, Khloe, Annabella, Cat, Camille, Ryanna, Beck," I sneer at his name "—Andre, Robbie, Nye, Jade and Trina are not the killer. I'm also not the killer either, so that leaves Darius, Trent, Vixen, Homie, Touch Down, James, and our party girl."

"Why am I last?" Hillary whines. Looks like someone's getting defensive, a killer maybe?

"This is my party; why would I want to kill anyone?"

I roll my eyes. "You hate everyone here," I announce. "We all know there's a devious brunette under all that cheap hair dye." Her eyes widen in shock. "Cheap?" she shrieks. "My hair dye is not cheap! My Daddy gets me only the best from the best salons!"

I open my mouth to speak when my favorite female voice interrupts me.

"Jessup!" she cries out. "Shut the hell up and stop picking on everyone! Everyone was with us when Jade died and even when Trina was snatched. The only people who weren't with us were Touch Down and James, but we could all hear the loud gay sex they were having!"

Trent

After Camille's outburst, everyone starts muttering slight agreements. She's right, though; everyone was around during Jade's murder and Trina's kidnapping. So where do we go from here? If none of us is behind this…then who is? We gotta hurry up and find out…

I don't plan on dying tonight.

"Don't this mall got some of them money phones?" Homie asks from beside Vixen. He's holding her tight and she's got her head buried into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. "We can use one o' dem right?"

We all start looking around the windows of the Freezy Queen, pressing our hands against the cool glass, trying to search for a pay phone.

"I see it!" Cat exclaims happily. She points to the pay phone…at the other end of the mall by the restrooms…

"What if the killer's out there?" Hillary whines. "Who's gonna go get the phone?"

A silence falls upon us as we look to each other, not saying a word. Tori's small cries fill the room as we continue to look amongst one another. None of us wants to go out there. None of us wants to risk going out there and coming face to face with the killer.

No one wants to die…

"I say Beck goes since he's brave enough to take care of six girls by himself," Jesse announces childishly. Why would Hillary bother inviting this immature brat to this party? Better yet, why would she invite me to this party? We haven't spoken since we broke up almost a year ago!

I'm side-tracking again…

"Don't start that again," I demand, glaring at Jesse darkly. "If it shuts you up, I'll go out there and get the phone!" I stand up and make my way through the door. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around to see my boy Darius looking back at me with serious eyes.

"You ain't goin' by yourself," he tells me. I chuckle and nod. I turn back to everyone else. "We'll be back," I announce.

"No!" Cat exclaims. "Don't say that!"

Darius and I look at her with raised eyebrows, as well as the confused faces from everyone else. We wait for her to say why we can't say 'we'll be back,' but she only sits there playing with her nails with her feet crossed at the ankles while Annabella keeps her arm around Cat's shoulders.

"Well?" Tori questions with a sniffle. "Aren't you gonna tell them why they can't say that they'll be back, Cat?"

Cat looks up with dazed eyes and a sexy little pout. Then her face lights up with glee. "Oh!" she cries out with a wide smile. "Jade likes to watch scary movies and she says that before the really dumb people die, they all say 'I'll be back' and die horribly. And this one time, my brother went to the store but said 'I'll be back' in a really creepy voice before he left and he didn't come home for three days! I can't wait until Jade gets back so I can tell her about how he didn't bring back the groceries."

She smiles widely and we simply stare at her. No one wants to question her about what she's talking about.

No one wants to tell her Jade won't be coming back…

Annabella

After that, I pull Cat a little bit closer to me and rub her arm. I lean my head onto hers and she nudges herself closer into my side. I love her warmth and the smell of strawberries radiating from her adorable magenta hair.

Cat doesn't deserve to be in this mess. She doesn't deserve to be around all this death. But, I swear to God I'll keep her safe. I'll never let anyone hurt my little Cat.

I hate how awful people treat my kitty Cat and I don't want anyone to hurt her feelings. Cat's so innocent and kind and sweet, just like I used to be before I was sent to therapy…

"Anyway," Hillary starts slowly, her voice trailing off. She turns back to Trent and Darius. "You two need to go out there and get that phone!" She reaches down to her jean pockets and pulls out some spare change. "Take these," she demands. "You've got enough to make at least three phone calls." Trent nods, takes the change from Hillary, then unlocks the Freezy Queen so he and Darius can get to the phone.

They decide not to walk and dash down the hall of the East Wing. As they slide across the floor of the West Wing, they don't even notice the two bodies that aren't lying in the dried and caked pool of blood…

"Hey, guys," I begin, calling attention to myself, "Where are Nye and Jade…?" Everyone's heads snap back to the window, searching for the two missing teenage bodies.

"Don't scream!" Jesse shouts when Tori opens her mouth. "The killer probably moved the bodies when we were in the Burger Palace and is probably trying to scare us. We can't let the killer know we're scared."

"But I am scared," Tori insists. "I want to get out of here!"

"And you don't think we want that?" Hillary snaps. "All this running around is starting to frizz up my hair and make my makeup run!"

"Will you shut up about your stupid hair and makeup?" Ryan shouts. "We're all so sick of you always whining about how vain you are." Her body starts shaking with anger, especially as she shouts her next line.

"I hope the killer ruins her perfect little face!"

Ryanna's eyes widen in shock with the realization of what she said and Hillary gasps loudly. Sure what Ry said was mean, but Hill deserved it. She's such a little pompous princess. She's my cousin and I love her to death, but I can't stand Hillary Montague.

Hillary shoots to her feet and grabs one of the knocked-over cups beside the cash register. "You take that back!" she hisses, hatred in her eyes. "Take that back right now!"

Then André stands up and stands between a standing Hillary and a frightened, sitting Ryanna. "Cut it out, Hillary," he demands. "She didn't mean it. We're all just stressed out with the recent events and we need to settle down, otherwise we'll be sitting ducks."

Hillary opens her mouth to say something—probably mean—to André when Trent and Darius let out shattering screams.

I cling to Cat tightly…

Tori

Once we hear the boys scream, we run to the windows of the Freezy Queen to see Darius and Trent on their butts, crawling backwards from something terrifying.

"Darius?" Vixen calls out. She jumps to her feet and races to the door before anyone can stop her. "Ari!" Pedro calls out. He quickly rushes after her. I can't let my cousin go out in the middle of danger!

"Pedro, wait!" I call after him as I climb to my feet. I hear someone skeptically say his name, but I ignore it and continue to run after my cousin.

"Tori, come back!" André screams after me. The next thing I know, everyone in the Freezy Queen is running after us toward Darius and Trent. Once I get up to them, I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Trina!"

I fall to my knees as I gaze into the window of Taylor's Trends. Instead of mannequins in the window, Jade and Nye are standing—held up by poles in their back I assume—with their heads down and dried blood covering their dark clothes. Even worse, Trina stands beside Jade in the middle of the three, but Trina's missing her head!

Someone rushes up to me and wraps their arms around me, pushing my head into their chest, but I don't pay attention to who it is. I cling to the bare skin of their muscular forearms and sob loudly against their shirt.

"G…go get the phone…" Khloe whispers in a staggering voice behind me. Through my sobbing, I hear feet scuffling across the floor and slow trudges that eventually pay out. I faintly hear coins falling into a slot, followed by silence before the smashing of the phone on the hook.

"The line's dead!" Darius shouts in anger. I hear another smash and I jump in my savior's arms, screaming slightly before going back to sobbing loudly.

"Cat, get away from the window!" Annabella pleads. Then I hear a loud smash, followed by Cat's scream and glass falling to the floor. Some of it hits my back and my savior's hand moves to the back of my head to shield me. I hear Annabella scream Cat's name then I turn around to see her holding Cat whose hand is now bleeding really badly.

"Cat!" I exclaim as I pull away from my savior, who I now know is Beck. I rush to her and hug her tightly, ripping the bottom of my shirt so I can help Annabella wrap it around Cat's wounds.

"Hey, where's Hillary?" Khloe calls out, tearing everyone's attention away from Cat. We all look around, but can't find the synthetic blonde Scream Queen.

The Killer

I do have to say I outdid myself with my last killing. I was going to save it for last, but Trina annoys the hell out of me.

Actually, I've planned out how I'm going to do everything, so I've planned who gets what death. Unfortunately, Trina was supposed to be my big finale…

Well when people don't follow your plan, you have to improvise.

I guess it's better I killed Trina third so I could truly terrify the hell out of everyone, but I don't know if I'll be able to keep up the horrors. No matter, I guess; they'll all be dead before the night is over with anyway.

Putting Trina, Nye, and Jade up on display is a truly devious idea if I do say so myself. It also serves as a perfect distraction.

While everyone gawks at the three dead teenagers behind very thin glass, I snag Hillary from the back of the group and pull her away from any witnesses. Hillary tries to scream, but I keep my hand pressed tightly against her lips to muffle any sounds she makes.

As much as I enjoy Hillary's presence, I've got to get this done. I have to carry this out or else the whole plan will be ruined!

I drag Hillary into Tillery's—her favorite store—and throw her against one of the glass casings full of diamond necklaces. The glass crushes against her body I can see how it rips at her clothes and cuts her skin. Blood splashes onto the diamonds and I smirk darkly.

I love blood. It's dark and delicious and I love to make people bleed. I love to hear them scream and beg for mercy when they bleed around me. It's amazing…

"What the hell are you doing?" Hillary asks against the broken glass. I pull her back by her shoulders and throw her against another glass casing, this one holding various rings. Hillary lets out a loud scream and I try to stifle a laugh.

"Please stop!" Hillary begs. "My dad's rich; he can pay you whatever you want! Please don't hurt me!" I roll my eyes, even though she can't see them. "You can't buy your way out of this," I tell her in a deep, gravelly voice.

I grab her by her face and throw her against another glass case filled with diamond encrusted watches that my father would have liked if he were still alive. Hillary coughs up blood onto one of the watches and lets out a gurgling scream.

I throw Hillary to the ground and pull a corked beaker from the pocket of my hooded jacket with the fur-brimmed hood. I flip Hillary over onto her back and uncork the beaker. I stare down at her wide-eyed, bloody, glass-covered face. "What's that?" she asks breathlessly. Her chest is heaving with her fear, shooting pleasure through my entire body.

This is gonna be fun.

"Your punishment," I hiss deviously as I tilt the beaker over her face. With my free hand, I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head. "Stop!" Hillary shouts. She starts screaming at the top of her lungs. She's such a whining brat; I haven't even started yet!

She tries to struggle under my grasp, but I'm stronger than her. I always have been, and I always will be. I tilt the beaker a little further and the clear, bubbling liquid slides down the thin neck of the beaker. The liquid slowly forms into a single drop and the world moves slowly around us as the drop hits her cheek. Aside from her jagged breathing, a loud sizzling is heard and Hillary lets out a devastatingly blood-curdling scream.

"It burns!" she shrieks as the acid burns a tiny hole through her cheek bone.

I chuckle slightly and tilt the beaker a little more, allowing more of the clear destruction to fall onto her face. As the skin on her cheek begins to sizzle away, Hillary only screams louder. Tears start to fall from her eyes and she sobs loudly.

"Please stop!" she pleads. "I swear I can get you anything you want if you let me go!"

It's funny how she can be so stubborn, thinking material things can save her. Her vainglorious nature is what got her into this mess.

Hillary starts to struggle more, causing me to lose my balance slightly, but I stay straddled onto the phony blonde. Unfortunately for me, Hillary gets a little smarter and kicks me in the back with her foot. I tumble forward and—unfortunately for her—spill the acid. Most of it falls onto her face, burning her with a joyous commotion, and she screams loudly.

I look to her as she climbs to her feet. Smoke rises from the burrows of her face as the sizzling continues. She stumbles across Tillery's, clawing at her face and screaming loudly, trying to get the burning to stop. As much as I would have loved to torture her, it's enjoyable watching Hillary make my job easier.

I watch in utter interest as Hillary bumps into another glass casing and falls onto it, smashing into it and knocking over all the diamonds, emeralds, and rubies inside it. I look to her as she screams one last time before her body goes limp and all noises cease.

"Hillary!" I hear Robbie scream in the distance.

Uh oh, time to go!

I dash to the back of the store and out through the back entrance that leads to the mall's massive 'storage unit,' reveling in the screams of my terrified captives.