Chapter 11
Jude, Callie, Mariana, Emma, Lena, Stef and Connor looked in the distance at the empty football field... NOW A CRIME SCENE.
Mariana was sobbing quietly while Emma was hugging her.
Jude couldn't believe it. He still didn't recover from the shock.
Stef dialed Mike.
"Mike, you have to come as soon as possible! We have a homicide at the football field!"
"What?! What happened?!"
"Hayley Heinz is dead. Her throat got slit. It was the killer."
"Oh my god... are you alright?!"
"Yes, we are fine! Just hurry up, ok?!"
"Okay. I'm on my way."
Not too later, Mike arrived at the aftermath, along with several other cops and coroners.
They took photos of Hayley's corpse from any possible angle.
When they finished, Mike went to them.
"I can't believe she's gone, too..." said Mariana, crying. "We were a team together..."
Mike went to hug her but she pushed him off her.
"Don't touch me! I just wanna go home right now!"
Just then, an officer that went inside the school to investigate announced:
"We have one alive."
Everyone shared looks with each other.
"Who?" asked Stef.
"A man."
They all ran inside the school, revealing Mr. Timothy laying unconscious on the hallway floor.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S MR. TIMOTHY!" exclaimed Mariana, bursting out in tears.
Half an hour later, they were at the hospital waiting room, sitting.
Mike drove Connor home and returned to the police station.
They saw Brandon and Wyatt racing to them.
Callie stood up and hugged Wyatt.
Jude seemed uncomfortable with Wyatt around.
Brandon watched the moment with jealousy. But he snapped out of it quickly.
"I came as fast as I could." he said. "I can't believe... Hayley..."
"Neither do I." replied Mariana, who was still shaken.
Emma was sitting right beside her, with an arm wrapped around her. Supportive and comforting.
Suddenly, a doctor came to them.
Everyone looked at him with concern.
"He is gonna be just fine. He isn't awake yet and he may not remember anything. He will need some help with that."
They all nodded, feeling bad for him.
"Mom, can I talk to you for a second?" Mariana asked Stef.
"Yeah. Sure, honey. What is it?"
Mariana grabbed Stef's hand and they went to a corner. Jude, Callie and Emma followed them.
"Did the DNA test results arrive?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"So, who wore the mask?"
Stef let out a deep sigh.
"There was no DNA found on the inside of the mask."
"What?!" they all said.
"Whoever wore that mask, if it was worn, knew how to wipe out the evidence. But the chances of someone wearing it are very weak, considering the fact that there were some unclear male fingerprints found on the outside, so that might mean that..."
"Someone planted the mask in Wyatt's house, attempting to frame him." said Callie.
"Yes, probably."
"This proves that Wyatt is not guilty. Now we have proof."
"Callie, what if Wyatt framed himself?" whispered Jude.
Callie gave Jude a look. Are you serious?!
"Don't give me that look. That's also a possibility. Framing himself so he can prove his innocence..."
Emma and Mariana seemed interested by Jude's theory. Mariana thought a little. Hmmm.
"I never thought of that." Mariana said. "Yes. You are right. He could've done that."
Callie looked at her in disbelief, tears in eyes.
"Are you all serious?! After everything that has happened so far, you still think that Wyatt is the killer?! I... I just..."
Callie stormed out of the hospital, without looking back.
"Hey, Callie, where are you going?! Come back right now!" Stef shouted, attracting everyone's attention.
Wyatt and Brandon raced outside.
"Callie, wait!" exclaimed Brandon!"
"Callie, stop! What happened?!" asked Wyatt.
Callie stopped running, wiped her tears and turned to them.
"Brandon, could you please leave me and Wyatt alone for a few minutes?"
"Yeah... Sure..." he said, a little bit angry that he was left out.
He did as he was told to.
"My family still thinks that you did it."
"But you trust me, right? That's all that matters."
Callie sighed in frustration.
"I keep trying to convince them that you can be trusted, but they don't wanna hear it. I don't know what I can do to defend you..."
"You don't have to do anything, okay? If necessary, they can handcuff and arrest me."
"What are you talking about?! I can't let you go to prison!"
Stef and Lena went outside.
"Honey, come back inside!" exclaimed Lena.
Callie looked at her mothers, and then back at Wyatt.
"Go. I'll see you tomorrow." he said to her.
Callie nodded and kissed him on the cheek.
"Okay. Be careful." she said, calming herself down.
Wyatt smiled at her.
"You too."
Wyatt left.
Lena and Stef grabbed Callie inside.
"Callie, don't ever do that again!" Stef exclaimed. "Where were you going?"
"I just wanted to be alone."
"Sit down." said Lena.
Callie and her mothers sat back on their chairs.
"Sweetheart, look, I know that you care about Wyatt and that you would do anything to defend him..." started Lena.
"But he is a suspect, like it or not." continued Brandon.
Callie looked down, not even bothering to look at anyone.
"You have to be careful when you are around him." Stef said. "He is still a suspect on our list. Do we have to remember you that we found the killer's mask inside his house? Sure, there's a big possibility that someone just planted it to make him look guilty, but anything is possible. At this point, you don't have to trust anyone. Not even the innocent. They may not be as innocent as they seem, so promise me you won't spend too much time with him while we are on this case."
Callie nodded, controlling her anger.
"Yeah. Ok, fine." she said, taking a deep breath.
Stef and Lena smiled at her.
"Good." said Lena, gently caressing her cheek.
"We should get going." said Stef, looking at her wrist watch.
Lena nodded.
They all went home. Emma slept over at their house.
The next day, it was announced that the school classes were canceled for a week, due to what happened last night.
After breakfast, Mariana went in her room with Emma.
Mariana locked the door and sat on the bed along with her.
"What is it?" Emma asked.
"I have a plan. Hayley may be gone, but this doesn't mean that the "Justice for Jesus" team is gone, too. We don't have to let that psycho defeat us , right?"
"Of course not. So, what's the plan?"
"I think that we should look for clues somewhere else."
"Like?"
"Well, just think about it: when the killer told Jude to go to the abandoned amusement park, he told him that because he wanted Jude to find something there."
"Daria's dead body." Emma continued.
"Exactly. What if that park is some sort of secret place of the killer or something? A place where he may be hiding many other things, and maybe something that may help in revealing his identity."
"So you say that we should investigate it?"
"You see through me, Em."
Emma sighed and said a little bit shy:
"I don't know what to say, Mariana. I'm kinda afraid to go there. It's kinda risky, don't you think?"
"Do you want justice for Jesus or not?!"
"Of course I do, but... what if the killer stalks us? What if he tries to kill us?"
"Then we will fight back."
"How?"
"I'll find a way. In the meantime, we should take a look at all the victims until now."
Mariana grabbed a paper and a pencil and wrote the name of every victim. Then, she explained to Emma:
"First, it was Daria. Her death was the catalyst of everything that happened afterwards. She was friends with Jude. School principal Monte. She was the one that confirmed the appearance of the killer. She is in good terms with Lena. Jesus. He was related to all of us and he was your boyfriend. Taylor and Connor. They are also Jude's friends. Hayley. She joined our team and was friends with me in the past. Mr. Timothy. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The killer was forced to stab him, so he could finish off Hayley."
Emma realised almost instantly:
"That's why he didn't kill Timothy. He is no target to him. The killer is targetting only people connected to your family."
"Exactly. Whoever the killer is, his goal is definitely to make us suffer. Wyatt is still the prime suspect on my list."
"Same. I don't trust that guy. He is acting kinda weird since him and Callie broke up. By the way, shouldn't we tell her all of these?"
"I don't think that's a good idea. Callie gets very emotional when it comes to blaming her ex-boyfriend as the killer. She doesn't even wanna hear it. But above all, we agreed on keeping our plans secret, didn't we?"
Emma nodded.
"Yes. You are right. So, when are we going to go there?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Why in the night? Why not in the day?! It's bad enough that going there will make us killer's prey."
"The night lures the killer. And that's what we have to do."
"What?! Are you serious?!" Emma shouted, scared of what was going to happen next.
"I am not scared of him. Not anymore. You shouldn't be, too. We have to be brave, Emma. We have to do this. For Jesus."
"You are right."
Suddenly, Emma's eyes widened in shock.
"What is it?"
"Wait a minute... The killer's main targets are people connected to your family, right?"
"Yes."
"Then, doesn't this make me a target, too?! I am your friend and girlfriend of Jesus! I am undoubtedly a target! A glass waiting to shatter!"
"No, you aren't. And you won't ever be. As long as we will stick together. Nothing bad will happen to any of us."
Emma sighed. She really was afraid.
"If you say so..."
Mariana placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Everything will be okay. If we do this, there won't be any killer on the loose. Not anymore. Tomorrow night, we will change the ending."
Emma nervously nodded.
Meanwhile, Jude was in his room, sitting on the bed.
He was on the phone with Connor.
"How's your cheek?" asked Jude.
"It's fine. A few more days and I'll be as new."
"I'm glad to hear that. School's canceled. Do you wanna hang out at the diner with me?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"I'll meet you there in an hour, okay?"
"K."
One hour later, Jude met with Connor at the diner. They took a seat. Callie went to take their order.
"Callie?!" asked Jude, surprised. "I didn't know your work shift is today."
"It helps with the stress. What can I get you, boys?"
"Two hamburgers, please."
"Great choice!" she said, smiling at them.
She left.
Someone entered the diner: Wyatt.
Jude and Connor saw him. Jude whispered something to his boyfriend.
"Hey, Callie!" he greeted her.
"Wyatt! Hey!"
She hugged him.
"How are you doing?" he asked her.
"Could've been better. But overall I'm fine. What about you?"
"I'm kinda lonely. And I was thinking..."
Jude and Connor couldn't hear what they were talking anymore. It seemed like something confidential. They saw Callie giggling at him.
"What do you think he said to her?" Jude whispered to him.
"I don't know."
"So, what do you say if I pick you up at 11 PM? When everyone is sleeping?" asked Wyatt with a flirtatious tone.
Callie laughed.
"Sure."
"Great. Oh, and one more thing: you better wear a nice dress."
Callie chuckled at his comment.
"I promise you, I'm going to be the sexiest girl you ever saw in your life."
"I hope so. See you later, gorgeous!"
Wyatt waved and left. Callie smiled as he watched him go.
A few minutes later, the hamburgers were ready.
Callie placed them on their table.
They thanked her.
"Oh, Callie, what did Wyatt have to say to you?" asked Jude.
"Nothing. He just asked how I'm doing."
"Oh..."
"Look, Jude, as I told you before, you don't have to worry about me. After all, it's you that I'm worried about. I can defend myself. You are the one who needs protection, and I will make sure that the killer won't touch a hair from your head."
"Okay... Thanks."
Callie smiled at them and kissed Jude on the forehead.
"Enjoy your meal." she said, leaving.
Meanwhile, Mariana was in her room preparing Emma for the confrontation tomorrow.
"Don't forget, Emma. You are on a wrestling team. You know how to defend yourself. Fighting a killer won't be a problem to you. The most important thing is to be very careful and focused. If we hear any foot steps behind us, we turn around and don't ask who's there, because he is definitely not going to answer. That's not how this killer works. If he goes to attack us, you know what happens next."
"We'll give him a taste of his own medicine."
"Exactly."
"I quess it won't be that hard. Thank you for doing this."
"You don't have to thank me. We make a really good team, don't we?"
They smiled at each other and hugged.
21:00 PM. Connor was in his house, alone. His dad left because he had some hunting to do.
Connor was in the living room, watching TV. He was watching a horror movie. "A Nightmare on Elm Street"
His mobile phone rang.
He muted the TV and looked at the caller ID: "Unknown"
He answered:
"Hello?"
"Hello."
Connor scoffed.
"Nice imitation of Ghostface, asshole."
"Oh, don't make me blush! Why thank you. What can I say, I'm flattered."
"I'm glad. Eat me."
"DON'T HANG UP ON ME!"
He hung up.
His cell phone rang again. "Unknown"
Connor rolled his eyes and hung up.
He continued watching the movie.
Suddenly, the power went off.
"Shit!" he cursed.
He stood up from the sofa and went to the front door, just to make sure that it was locked.
He tried opening it. It didn't work. Good.
He sighed in relief.
Suddenly, his cell phone buzzed. He received a new text message. It was the same person that called him earlier. "Pissed off that you couldn't finish the movie, right, closet boy?"
Connor frowned in fear.
He dialed his dad.
"Dad, you need to come home. The power went off and a creep keeps bugging me. I'm afraid."
"I'll be there in a few minutes! In the meantime, try to stay calm, ok? I'll come home as soon as I can."
"Okay."
He hung up and turned on his phone flashlight.
He went in the kitchen and quickly searched the drawers for a weapon. He took a kitchen knife.
He received another text message.
Connor nearly jumped.
He read it. "The front door may be locked, but you forgot to check the back door"
Connor's eyes widened. Fuck.
He ran to the back door, and FOUND IT OPEN.
Confusion and fear washed over his face.
"Dad, is that you?"
No answer.
Another message. "I'm outside your house"
Connor gasped.
He closed the back door shut and locked it.
Now all he had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, in the forest, Adam, Connor's dad, dressed in his hunting suit, got in the car quickly.
He started the engine and drove away.
There was a very large forest that he had to drive through to get to the suburbs. It took at least ten minutes to get through.
Out of sudden, there was a huge bump and a whoosh of air. Adam gripped the steering wheel and slammed down on the brakes.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he erupted.
No. Not now. Not when his son is in danger.
Adam unbuckled and got out. He walked around behind the car. A long string of spikes was strewn across the road.
"FUCK, NO!"
He kneeled down to examine the spikes.
Just then, he heard foot steps approaching him from behind.
He turned around and looked down, seeing a pair of jet black boots.
He quickly got back on his feet with a grimace...
...AND HE WAS STABBED IN THE BACK!
Adam gasped and Ghostface pushed him against the trunk. He groaned in pain.
He stabbed him in the back multiple times, blood spreading on the trunk.
Adam's dying gasps matched along with the sounds of the knife plunging into him.
With one last raising of his knife, Ghostface sliced Adam across the neck.
Adam went silent. He was dead.
Ghostface dragged his body away.
One hour later. Connor was still in his house, waiting for his dad.
He was crouching on the floor, leaning against the back door. He was really starting to worry. Did anything happen to his father?! He should've been home by now.
Suddenly...
...his cell phone rang.
It read "Dad".
Connor sighed in relief. He answered.
"What takes you so long?!"
"Hello, Connor." answered Ghostface.
Connor paled.
"Noooo..."
"Yes!"
Connor got up.
"What did you do to him?!"
"What I'm going to do to you, that's the real bitch."
"WHERE IS MY DAD, ASSHOLE?!"
"He is in the forest, dead."
Connor's face streamed with tears.
"And if your father is dead, that means that you have nobody to save you now. You are hopeless. And that also means that I'VE GOT THE HOUSE KEYS!"
Connor GASPED.
Just then, the back door was unlocked from outside. The door violently opened.
Just as Connor was about to turn around...
A GLOVED HAND WRAPPED AROUND HIS FACE, MUFFLING HIS CRIES OF HELP. He attempted to fight back, dropping his phone to the floor.
Connor fought Ghostface, swinging the kitchen knife at him. Ghostface slammed him against a counter, taking Connor's knife and impaling it onto his stomach.
Connor SHRIEKED!
"NOOOOOO! PLEASE, DON'T!"
Connor screamed hysterically.
"SCREW YOU!" he shouted, groaning in pain.
Ghostface threw him to the ground. Connor was crying, squealing.
Ghostface stabbed him right below the neck with his hunting knife.
He gasped in horror... He could barely speak anymore.
Ghostface dived the knife into him one final time.
Connor's head slumped back slowly... he was dead.
Ghostface pulled out his knife and got on his feet, looking at Connor's lifeless body, brutally slained.
He tilted his head in an almost curious pose at his bloodied body, before sneaking away from the house.
22:50. Callie was in her room, gussying up in the mirror.
She smiled, proud of how she was looking.
She wore a blackish-grey dress with short sleeves that went down just below her shoulders. Her dress only fell down to just above her knees, and she wore furry black boots under it. She had also gotten her black hair curled nicely for the occasion.
A knock on the door.
Callie turned in surprise.
It was Brandon.
"Hey, Callie, are you... oh my godness!"
He lost his words staring at Callie.
Callie smiled at him.
"You look... beautiful." he said, regaining his ability to speak.
Callie chuckled.
"Thanks."
"Big plans later?"
Callie went to Brandon and whispered to him:
"Don't tell anyone about it. I'm going on a date with Wyatt."
Brandon's smiley face suddenly changed into a serious and somehow disappointed one.
"Oh... have fun." he sadly said.
"Brandon, is everything okay?"
Brandon couldn't hide it anymore.
"No."
He exited the room and closed the door.
Callie sighed, feeling bad for him.
Just then...
...she heard some noises coming from her window.
Callie gasped and turned around.
Wyatt was suddenly in her room, dressed formally. He had a rose in his hand.
"Wow, you look nice." he said, gazing at her in amazement.
"Back at you!" she said.
He offered her the rose.
"It's beautiful..."
"Not as beautiful as you."
Callie tried not to blush.
Wyatt bent down on one knee.
"Callie Adams Foster, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Callie giggled, amused.
"It's just a date, Wyatt, not a proposal!"
"Yeah, right." he said, smiling.
He got up from the floor.
"So, can we go now, lady?"
Callie smiled at him.
"Yeah. We are ready to go."
Wyatt took Callie's hand.
"The cops are asleep." he whispered to her. "We can use the front door."
"Okay."
They left the house without a notice.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Callie's eyes widened in surprise.
The restaurant was really fancy and modern.
"Oh my god, Wyatt... How can you afford this?!"
"I have my ways and means. It's open 24/7 so you don't have to worry about anything. Now, let's take a seat, shall we?"
They went to a table and sat down.
"Wow... you really impressed me, Wyatt."
"Not as much as you impressed me, Callie. You look so hot and charming tonight."
They nervously chuckled at each other.
The waiter came and took their order.
Afterwards, Wyatt pulled his car to a stop right in front of Callie's house.
She was sitting in the front passenger seat.
"This night was wonderful, Wyatt..." she whispered to him. "Thank you."
Wyatt smiled at her.
"It's my pleasure to make you happy, Callie. That's all I want. So, I will see you tomorrow?"
Without answering his question, Callie leaned to Wyatt and kissed him on the lips.
In Callie's bedroom
Callie and Wyatt were there. Callie leaned against the door. They were making out.
Wyatt sucked Callie's neck. She moaned in pleasure.
They went to the bed.
Callie started removing her dress and Wyatt removed his black jacket and his white shirt.
The two continued kissing, as Wyatt unbuttoned his pants and Callie began slipping off her dress.
Meanwhile, Jude was in his bedroom, sleeping.
His cell phone buzzed.
He groaned and slowly woke up.
He took his phone from the bedside. "Unknown"
Jude gasped and answered.
"H-hello?!" he asked with a hoarse voice.
"Hello, Jude."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT THIS TIME?!" Jude snapped. He was sick and tired of his phone calls.
"I wanna play another game."
"I'm not playing games."
"Then I'll find someone else to play with. Callie seems to enjoy herself in the bedroom with Wyatt."
Jude paled.
"If you touch her, I swear to God..."
"What? What are you going to do, Jude? You are useless. And you know it."
"You do know that the cops are right outside our house, right?"
"I won't mind slicing them open."
Jude racked his brain and ran a hand through his hair. He was a nervous wreck.
"F-Fine." he mumbled. "As long as you don't touch Callie..."
"When I said that I won't mind slicing them open I wasn't talking about the cops, Jude!"
Jude's eyes widened, as he heard Ghostface chuckling.
"FUCK YOU!"
Jude hung up and stormed out of his room.
He entered Stef and Lena's room in a hurry.
"MOMS!" he desperately shouted.
His mothers woke up almost instantly.
Stef, half-awake, turned on the lights from the room.
"Jude, what is it?!" she asked, worried.
"The killer called me! He threatened to kill Callie!"
Stef and Lena's jaws dropped.
Meanwhile, in Callie's room, Wyatt and Callie, both naked and under the covers, were having sex. Callie pulled Wyatt's long hair away from his face as she dived in for another kiss.
Suddenly...
...CALLIE'S BEDROOM DOOR WAS PUSHED OPEN!
Both Wyatt and Callie jumped.
Jude, Stef and Lena entered the room.
"Callie, are you OH MY GOD!" exclaimed Stef.
They all covered their faces.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Wyatt, falling from the bed.
Callie covered herself with the blanket.
"MOM, WHAT THE FUCK?!" shouted Callie, annoyed.
"PUT YOURSELF SOME CLOTHES AND TELL WYATT TO GET AWAY FROM THE HOUSE NOW!" shouted Stef, still not daring to look at them.
Desperate, Wyatt, still on the floor, took his costume and left the house through her window in a big hurry.
Callie put on some pajamas and went to them.
"Done. I hope you're happy." she said, bitter and angry.
They uncovered their faces and looked at her.
"CALLIE, WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH WYATT?!" Stef shouted at her.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK WE WERE DOING, MOM?! PLAYING HOPSCOTCH IN THE BEDROOM?!"
"Callie, you are in danger!" exclaimed Jude.
"What?!"
"The killer called me earlier! He threatened me that he is going to kill you and Wyatt!"
Callie's eyes widened in shock.
"OH MY GOD, WYATT!" she shouted, bursting out in tears.
Just then, Jude's cell phone rang. "Unknown."
"Change of plans." Ghostface said. "Maybe some other time."
Click. The line went dead.
A/N: That was chapter 11. What did you think of the deaths of Adam and Connor? Who is the killer? Reviews appreciated, as always. ^_^
