Chapter 10

Kendall knew that the killer was in front of him in the darkness. He was half glad that the light of the match had burnt out so the killer couldn't see the fear on his face.

"Come Kendall. Lets talk. I'm sure you want to shed some light on this subject after all."

"Course I do," snapped Kendall. "How about you start by telling me why?"

The killer laughed a laugh traced with malice.

"You don't have that figured out already?"

Kendall at the moment was trying to figure that out in his head. He was having a hard time with that. He wasn't sure what this person's motive was.

"No. I have no idea what your motive could be."

"Ha! I can't believe that I pulled so much over you Kendall. I thought you would catch a hint when I said that I knew you weren't a knife weilding killer. I mean, the police never did release what weapon killed poor, innocent Stacy Rose."

"You're really sick," said Kendall, his stomach twisting into knots at the reminder of the dead girl.

"Not sick Kendall. I'm a genius," said the killer.

"You're sick," said Kendall again. "I'm sticking to that."

"Call me whatever you want Kendall, but just remember. I hold the fate of everyone you love in my hands."

Kendall didn't forget that. He gulped, trying to slow his rapidly beating heart.

"If you think you're so clever, why don't you tell me the reason why you did this?" suggested Kendall.

"I did it because I'm jealous of you," said the killer simply, as if that was enough reason to do anything.

"You're jealous of me?" asked Kendall with a short laugh. He couldn't stop himself. He knew that he and everyone he cared about faced death, but the fact that this person was jealous of him was too unbelievable to be true.

"Yes I'm jealous of you. You have the perfect life. You get to get recognized for everything and anything that you do. I just want to take part in one curtain call. Is that too much to ask? Just one. I want to be recogonized and appreciated for what I do at least once."

"Well you'll certainly get recognized once I expose you to the police," said Kendall. "You'll get your curtain call then."

"I won't take the curtain call for this one. Instead I'll swoop in and take your limelight. I've never had a singing career, but who says I wouldn't be good at it?" asked the killer.

"You won't get away with this," stated Kendall.

"That's what they all say," said the killer, "right before they die."

That was when Kendall felt a cloth go over his mouth. It was soaked with chloroform. Kendall tried to get it off his mouth but he was already too weak to.

"When the police find you, it'll be a sad spectacle. I can see the headlines now, 'Killer Suicide: Haunted by his victims, Kendall Knight takes his life'."

That was when the world faded away from around Kendall and he passed out.

When Kendall woke up, he noticed that he was lying on his back in darkness. He sat up and tried to figure out where he was. He wasn't quite sure. He was cold and felt the dampness of his location throughout his body. That was when he determined that he must still be in the basement.

Kendall stood up and gropped for a light source. He finally found one along the far wall and flicked the light on.

What he saw scared the crap out of him.

James, Katie, Carlos, Logan, and his Mom were all unconcious in the room with him; their faces all extremely pale. To Kendall, they all looked dead.

Kendall rushed toward them and tried to wake them all up. Tears were streaming down his face as worry choked him.

"Please don't be dead on me," he whimpered. "Please."

"Don't go crying yet," moaned a voice from behind Kendall.

Kendall whipped around and saw that James had woken up. Kendall went over to James and helped prop him upright.

"James, I'm so glad that you're alive still. I'm sorry for accusing you of being a killer," said Kendall still crying.

"Don't worry Kendall. I forgive you. I know that you are under a lot of stress. If I was in your shoes, I probably would have found some reason to accuse you too," assured James.

"How did you get here? I thought you and Katie were still in the hospital," said Kendall.

"How else? It was the killer. It was..."

Before James could finish his sentence, Kendall could hear the others stir from their unconcious state. He rushed over to all of them, happy to see that they were still alive.

"Alright, so what are we going to do now?" asked Katie. "I mean, I would like to escape with my life."

"I know Katie. We'll think of something," said Kendall.

He knew that now he had to focus. No matter how much he wanted to break down and cry from relief, he had to figure out a way to escape.

That was when the steel door in the room they were in opened. In the doorway stood the killer.

"Ah, what a cute family reunion we have here!"

"I'm going to-"

Kendall rose to his feet and charged the killer.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast blondie."

Kendall felt pain cripple his being as he got a swift kick in the groin. The killer looked down at Kendall with a smile as he lay writhing on the floor.

"At least I let you guys die together. But for this to look like a suicide, I have to do one more thing."

Kendall watched as the killer towered above him with a knife in his hands. Before Kendall had time to do anything, Carlos was on top of the killer, trying to get the knife out of his hands.

As Carlos and the killer fought, Kendall tried to rise to his feet. He rose to his feet just in time to catch Carlos who was falling backward, the knife embedded in his chest.

The killer yanked the knife out of the slumped Carlos who was resting in Kendall's arms. Kendall looked down at Carlos in horror; the blood soaking the latino's shirt.

"What a shame! But he was in the way! Now it's your turn!"

Kendall was still too numbed by shock to listen to the warning bells blaring in his head. Before he knew it, the killer had stabbed the knife into his chest.

Kendall gasped at the burst of pain that shot through his body. He collapsed to the floor with Carlos; the two of them lying on the floor next to each other, dying.

"Enjoy your last moments together," said the killer as he looked around the room with apparent satisfaction.

Kendall clawed for the knife in his chest, trying to get a grip on it in order to pull it out. His hands were shaking too much. He couldn't get a hold of it to pull it out of his chest.

"Time for me to turn the carbon monoxide on for the rest of your friends and family. I wouldn't want them to be alone in life after all. I do have a heart," said the killer. "Oh by the way Kendall, don't worry. I'll take good care of Jo for you."

The door shut, locking them all in the room to die. Kendall could hear the hiss of carbon monoxide seeping into their closed off room. Even though the killer had probably walked off by now, Kendall sucked in a breath of air which made his chest hurt severely and screamed out, "ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, YOU WILL PAY FOR ALL THAT YOU'VE DONE JETT STETSON!"

AN: So there you go, the killer is Jett Stetson! Haha! I will be uploading more chapters to this story because I'm sure you don't want me to leave it there. I would still love to get reviews though. I want to know what you guys think will happen next!

Now it's time for the shout outs! There were nine of you that were very clever detectives who discovered that the guilty one was Jett. Those people are:

Kittybookworm

Littlewing

Liv

Big Time Stories

AkireAlev

november 2 1990

xScreamingFromBehindTheVeilx

alethea13

jhansikirani17025

My sincerest congratulations to these authors! Great deducting skills!

Like I said, please review. I'll have to do another guess who contest again soon. ;D

And for all of you who want to know what the definition of a curtain call, here is the definition as defined by the internet. "A curtain call (walkdown, bow) occurs at the end of a performance when individuals return to the stage to be recognized by the audience for their performance."