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Chapter 11... No

"Ssh," whispered Peyton, looking through the bushes cautiously. Bevin wiped some wet twigs and mud off her trousers, and then looked up, curious as to why Peyton was waiting. So, she asked, "What are we waiting for?" Peyton ushered Bevin a little ahead with her hand, and then pointed with her index finger towards the house.

"I think there's something wrong. All the windows, the lights, they're all off. Why would all the lights be off? They wouldn't… couldn't have gone to sleep without us being back. And the top window, it's wide open. Anyone or anything could just come right in. They aren't that irresponsible Bevin… Bevin?"

But while Peyton had been explaining what they were waiting for to Bevin, Bevin had thought it'd be perfect to slip ahead and see what all the fuss was about. She had taken the sideways path along the trees, and that's why Peyton hadn't noticed her stealthily pacing across the grass and bushes towards the house's lower window.

Peyton screamed out, in a glassy hoarse whisper, "Bevin!"

Bevin seemed to have heard her, as she reached the house and backed up against the wall, bending down. She gestured for Peyton to come her, calling out inaudibly. Peyton didn't like the idea of it at all, but she was more frightened to be alone in the woods. And so she ran.

…

"What took you so long?" Ian asked, discontent and disgust clear on his tongue.

"There was some trouble at the house."

"Was there a boy there, my height, blonde hair? And a girl with him, little petite bitch, blonde hair too?"

"Not that I can recall. Why?"

Ian was clearly frustrated, but didn't show it. "No reason. Let's go."

Just before they left, he reached into the boat and lifted the old knives.

…

Not realizing that someone was not more than twenty feet away, Felipe grunted noisily, and then picked up Lucas over his shoulder, cursing. "Fucking bitch ran away did she? No matter, the princess's boy-toy is with me now." As he was about to emerge through the trees, he tripped over a loose branch and dropped Lucas down to the ground. Lucas groaned quietly, Felipe yelled out loudly in pain, and in that moment, Brooke Davis turned around.

"Did you just hear that?" She asked, her eyes glimmering with fear.

Mouth nodded, and Nathan looked back towards the carnival, where the sound had seemingly come from.

"We have to see who it is!" Brooke exclaimed, exasperation prominent in her voice.

"No, we don't," said Nathan, "What if it's him? The killer? What if this is all a plan to get to us? What if…?"

But Brooke interrupted him, her voice going a notch higher this time. "What if it's Haley? What if it's Rachel? What if it's Lucas, or Peyton, or Bevin? What then, Nathan? What then!" She looked at him coldly, and then continued. "If you're not coming, I don't care. My friends deserve this much from me."

She turned around and started walking towards the opening, as Mouth gazed at her and called out, "I'm coming too. Wait up!" With the two of them ahead, Nathan started tagging behind, with Chase's limp corpse over his shoulder.

…

Rachel sighed, realizing that no one was around her. She had made a few subtle noises, as a sign to see if anyone in the surrounding would respond. But no one did. She thus came to the conclusion that the killer wasn't here. Haley had been stirred too, and now the too started whispering to one another.

"How do we get out of here?" Haley asked, nervously.

"Oh. I know! I'll just whip out my magic wand, say a little gibberish, and I'm guessing we'll be in Tree Hill in seven seconds." Her tone was so overly sarcastic, Haley kicked her with her tied up legs.

And then suddenly, they heard a sound. It was the sound of something shattering, a glass or window. Haley shuddered unintentionally with fear, and Rachel kept repeating, "Just stay calm. Just stay calm."

They could hear a rush of footsteps, and the next moment, the sheet was lifted from above their heads. Their sheet of protection, their only hope of survival, gone. Rachel opened her eyes abruptly, and then yelled out, "What the hell! Bevin! Peyton!" Haley now laughed out loudly, as the girls bent down and loosened the ropes. Peyton quickly looked back over her shoulder and then said, "What happened here!?"

Haley replied, "There was a killer. He's somewhere near. He could be in the house."

Only now did Haley notice they were in Lucas and Peyton's bedroom, lying on the floor.

The ropes were loose now, as all four girls stood up. They rushed outside the door, still quietly, and peered downstairs. There was no sound of anyone being around. "We have to get out of the house. And we need to find the others as soon as possible. Lucas left to find you both, while Nathan, Mouth and Brooke went to find Chase…" Rachel said, as they descended down the stairway. "We gotta find something we can use against him…"

Peyton looked to Bevin, and then shook her head. "Them. There's more than one. We saw Ian. Psycho Derek. He's coming too."

Panic was now surrounding the air around them. They started ransacking through the kitchen's drawers, looking for knives or anything else they could use as a weapon. Bevin walked over to the main door and locked it. She then looked back, and amidst the sounds of banging silverware asked, "You guys, where's Skills?"

Rachel looked solemn, and the room fell unexpectedly silent. She glanced at Bevin, there was a confused and naive expression on her face.

"Well, Bevin…"

Out of nowhere, there was a bang on the door. Bevin jumped back, startled. The thumping increased.

And then Ian yelled, "Come out and play, bitches!"

Okay, I know this chapter didnt have much in it, but the next one will make up for it, I promise. I hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think... Thanks!