Horror Collection

by arcanicEmbers

"The Sins of the Father will be visited upon the children." Once, a long time ago, there was a man with blood on his hands. The family's of his victims took his life in payment. One life, however, could not satisfy their lust for vengeance. And so they placed a curse, that one member for each generation of his family would suffer. Once, not so long ago, there was a girl named Faye.

14. Urband LegendsNew and Old

Chapter 14: Urban Legends-New and old

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, nothing but Faye and her aunt. I especially don't own google.

A/N Remember when I said this chapter would be about Sweeney Todd? Do to only having two songs finished (Thank you BB) I regret to inform that Sweeney Todd is now Chapter fifteen.

Instead you get a new character, multiple urban legends, and an OC killer? Well, not completely. Varunak is my friend Matt's character, and he is based off an urban legend, so I'm using him. One last thi-

Varu: Shut up and type! I wanna scare people!

*Sighs.* Thanks to those who helped out with this chapter. Now. Let the show begin!

Faye stood frozen in place. Her mind yelled at her, telling her to run forward and pull her friend away from the horrible figure before her. The figure towered over her friend as he held her around the waste, off the ground, with two hands. One hand gently stroked her hair, as if trying to comfort her, while another waited at the side. The man couldn't be human. The four hands were the main tip off, but other then that came the eyes. His eyes were pure black, and soulless. They held no mercy, and seemed to laugh at her, to laugh at BB. Then, suddenly, he dropped her. The girl coughed and looked up at Faye, as if asking for help. She stood up, and took one step to her friend, when the person grabbed her and spun her around. Faye still couldn't move, and watched in horror as he grabbed her wrists with one set of hands. The other pair change quickly, into a light shade of teal. Looking at them, she was startled to realize they were see through. The figure pressed its fingers to BB's fingers, and the girl began screeching loudly. Faye watched with a sinking heart as, in moment, the man disappeared, seeming to diminish from his hands. She would say he had never been there, but BB was still screaming in pain.

Suddenly the girl exploded, blood, bone, and guts flying everywhere. Faye gave a small cry as splinters of bone dug into her face and arms, leaving small cuts. She couldn't believe it. Her friend was dead. Her best friend, who she would have given her life for, was gone. Again. And she was covered in her blood, cut open from her bones. As she looked at the spot where her friend had been she was startled to see BB. Yet, something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Her eyes. Her eyes were pure black. Faye gave a moan of pain and fear as the creature, who had become her friend, casually walked up to her. She tried to run, but the same force kept her frozen in place. The mockery of her friend reached forward, grabbing her hands in the same way it had grabbed BB's, leaning forward to her ear, it whispered four words gingerly, thought it's voice was almost a hiss. "You are next, Faye."

Faye fell to the ground with smack, her eyes flying open to take in her ceiling. Her carpet rubbed her back, and she gave a slow sigh. It had been a dream. She was sure it wasn't Freddy. He didn't take forms like that. Yet, she wouldn't feel better until she called BB. So, with a groan, she began to sit up. Only, as she tried to pull herself into a sitting position, she got about an inch before being pulled back. She became aware of her arms, strapped to her sides. She looked down at herself, then let out another scream as she saw a straight jacket holding her down. She began to fight, trying to get out of the restricting clothing.

"No. . . NO! I'm not crazy! Let me go!" She wailed. Much to her surprise, the jacket seemed to melt off of her. She grabbed the edge of the dresser to pull herself up, almost throwing herself into a chair. She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She grabbed a pencil and a new sheet of paper, and began to draw. Or, try to. Her hand was shaking much to badly to get a good picture. Unfortunately, it was early, at least three in the morning, and she wasn't going to sleep any time soon. Sighing, she grabbed the phone and began to dial, leaning back in her chair. As she did, she caught site of the mirror and let out another scream.

There was a figure behind her. A tall figure, towering over her, two arms gripping her chair, the other two at his side. Pure black, soulless eyes. The same figure from her dream. She whirled around quickly, seeing nothing. The girl gave a groan, rubbing her head. "Maybe I am going crazy."

Suddenly there was a pounding at her door that caused her to leap up, and grab one of the knives one her dresser, which she had forgotten about earlier, in her lack of coherent thought.

"Faye! Open this door before I kick it in!" Her aunt called. Faye kept the dagger in hand as she walked to the door, unlocked it, and peered out. Her aunt was there, of course. But was she her aunt? Studying her eyes, and seeing them normal, she held open the door.

"Sorry Aunt Saski. . . I had a nightmare." Her Aunt's mouth flew open, ready to ask a question she was sure. "No, not about Freddy. But I need to talk to BB. I'm fine, you can leave." The woman shot her a look.

"Faye, I want to talk to you about something, since we're both up." The words 'and you're listening to me,' followed, with out being spoken. After the brief argument about the curse, Faye refused to even speak to her aunt.

"What?" She spat out, not wanting to argue with the woman.

"It's about your therapy. One of you friends told me you had Hannibal Lecter as a therapist. I can't let this continue these sessions. You'll end up dead." The girl couldn't believe her ears.

'Thanks a lot Alex.' She muttered mentally, along with a few none to nice words. Aloud, she stated, "I won't die. Doctor Lecter doesn't kill people with interesting stories. Besides, I need these sessions. I'm an inch from insanity!"

"Oh no you aren't. I went through the same thing as you did, and I'm fine." The girl could only stare at her. The woman was paranoid as hell. She locked everything, checked it at least ten times, and kept weapons hidden all over the house. She had it blessed every way possible to make sure nothing came to haunt them. She took every precaution, then invented more of them to use. Deep in Faye's mind, she knew her aunt only did this to protect them, but being sleep deprived and still scared, knowing something got past the defenses, she felt her aunt shouldn't have bothered with them.

"No you aren't! You're crazy! Now go away!" She snapped as she slammed the door, quickly locking it. She knew her aunt could pick locks, she was being taught that skill, along with a few other skills. Normally, however, her aunt would leave her alone. She waited a few moments, and when she didn't hear the small noises that indicated her lock being picked, she went back to her desk and grabbed her phone, pacing as she dialed the number and put the phone to her ear.

A ring and a half later, and her friend was on the phone. "I actually get to sleep for ONCE and I get woken up. If this doesn't have to do with another killer, I swear I'm going to become one."

"BB, you're one your way to becoming one anyway. Anyway, either I'm insane, or we have another serial killer." The half asleep voice turned into a slightly alert voice.

"You ARE insane, Fairy, that's why you're in therapy. So who's the new guy? Anyone we know?" The girl thinks for a few minutes, running the figure she had seen through her memories. One seemed to spring to mine, but she couldn't grasp it.

"Nobody I've seen. I had a dream and he killed you. It was horrible. You. . . you exploded, and then the thing was there, and he became you. It wasn't a T1000 though. It was alive, and scary, and. . . It was out of the dream too! This thing was out of my dream!" Her voice became laced with panic at this. Now that she was alone in her room, she couldn't help it.

"Woah, calm down Fairy. I'm still here, I don't need to be scraped off the walls. Just relax. We have school tomorrow, so you can fill us in then, okay? Until then, relax, and if it comes back, stab it in the face." Faye let out a weak chuckle at this, and nodded to herself, since her friend couldn't see her.

"Alright. I will. And if it kills me, then you had better avenge me!" She stated with a slightly louder laugh, knowing her friend would somehow manage it. "See you tomorrow." She added, waiting for her friend to hang up. When she did, the girl turned to her paper and sighed, then began to draw slowly.

BB's POV~

BB sighed as she climbed into her parents car. She had gotten her license rather recently, and this was a much quicker way to get around, and that meant more sleep for her. Faye couldn't walk with her anymore, since her aunt had started driving her to therapy (even if she hated it) and school. As for Alex, she offered rides, and whatever mood he was in depended on weather or not he'd go with her. Today he wanted to walk. Ahh, well.

She pulled out of the driveway, then twisted around, her mind elsewhere as she drove. She had something to tell her friends, but she wasn't sure anymore. Faye needed to talk about this new killer. If it was one that Faye hadn't seen, then hopefully she had seen it before. Maybe even Alex would know who it was, though she wasn't really sure how much horror he knew.

The girl sighed as she drove, her mind going back to what would happen if she actually did tell her friends her secret. They might freak out. Hell, Faye would probably get pissed at her just for not telling before. The real question was, would it make things awkward between them? And what about Alex? She had no idea how he was, after all.

BB was so lost in her thoughts, she almost missed the figure on the side of the road, walking slowly in the direction of the school. She quickly stepped on the brakes, screeching to a halt next to the girl. She quickly rolled down the window, frowning mentally.

"Hey, are you heading to school?" The girl gave a slow nod. "Saint Elm High?" Again she nodded slowly. "Well, climb in. I can give you a ride. After all, it's getting way to hot out to walk, since Summer will be here soon."

The girl seemed to think, then climbed into the car, calmly staring out the window. BB shifted a bit in the slightly awkward silence.

"So. . . what's your name?" She didn't know why, but she felt the urge to fill the silence with some sort of communication. The girl turned to look at her.

"Anima Pilgrim." She said quietly. BB offered a sort of smile to her.

"My name is, well, Berry. But You can call me BB. Everyone does." She stated, shrugging as she continued to drive. Of course, everyone else had their life threatened if the called her Berry, but that was a whole different thing. Plus, Anima seemed nice enough so far.

After a few more minutes, she looked over to notice the girl once again staring out the window, staring at the buildings.

"Those new apartments are so nice, aren't they?" She asked, pointing to a row of them. BB frowned. Okay, maybe this girl wasn't all there.

"Err. . . Anima, those apartments have been there for a while now." Longer then she herself had been there, and she was born there.

"I've never noticed then before." She muttered with a small shrug. BB blinked, then focused on the road. She felt this was oddly familiar, yet something was off about it. After a few moments, she felt her eyes widen slightly. She realized who it was. The girl from the legend. The vanishing hitchhiker. The apartments were well known, and she had never met the girl before. Adding the habit of Faye's about meeting strange people, she was sure of it.

Turning to look at the girl again, she blinked when she saw an empty seat.

"I knew it." She grumbled as turned into the parking lot at her school, rushing to get to her locker and stow her backpack in it.

Faye's POV~

"This is the thing I saw." Faye stated, unfolding the drawing and laying it on the table as she unwrapped her sandwich. Peanut butter and banana slices, a delicious lunch. Much better then the lunch they served at school.

"This thing looks kinda freaky, but not too bad. The Cenobites were worse then this. I think Freddy looked worse too. . . Although the eyes are certainly creepy." She shrugged as she ate from her jar of jam, as usual.

"The only thing I've heard of like that is a Venator, and I know those aren't real. . . I made them." Alex muttered to himself.

Faye sighed, rubbing her head. No leads about this one. She'd even checked out a few books from the library on Urban Legends, due to a tip BB had given her. But so far, none of them knew anything about this killer. BB had already told them about her encounter with the vanishing hitchhiker. Her encounter must have been with the four armed person.

"I'll look more stuff up when I get home. . . But I think it's safe to say Alex is next." She stated, studying him. BB shrugged.

"Even if it is, there's not much we can do, is there? Just make sure you're careful." She said, trying to get the last dregs of jam, finally stealing Faye's spoon, to which the girl just rolled her eyes.

"Ahh, great. I just love knowing that I'm gonna be stalked by something that'll bloody kill me." He muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm. "That's always the best way to start the week off." Faye shrugged.

"Hey, it's better then starting the week off over a pit of spikes!" BB snorted as she gave a quick laugh at that. Faye grinned at her.

"Athletics is important. It keeps you from dying over spike pits!" Faye added. "Though I don't think that it put all of our weight on the bars. . ."

Faye turned to Alex, to see if he was paying attention, but it seemed like he was focused elsewhere. Probably on the fact that, soon, it was very likely he'd meet one of the Urban Legends.

Alex's POV~

Alex walked home a bit slower then usual. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder a few times. He wasn't sure what kind of Urban Legend would come after him, but he hoped he'd get one similar to BB, that wasn't murderous. But the one that went after Faye. . . What was it?

He sighed as he opened the door, glad that the walk home went without much incident. That was one bonus. At least here he'd have a phone to call for help if he needed it. He went to drop his backpack on the chair and-

SLAM! He gave a slight groan as he smacked into the ground. Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his head with a curse, wondering what he had slipped in. He pulled his hand away from his head, alarmed at the wet feeling. He blinked as the red liquid on his hand sank in. But his head hadn't hit that hard, so why was it bleeding?

Looking down, he almost puked at the sight of a pool of blood on the ground. As it was, he gave a yelp and grabbed onto the couch, pulling himself up.

"What the fuck? What the fucking hell? What the fuck is going on?" This continued into slightly incoherent yelling and a lot more cussing. He calmed down, though, and quickly began looking around. There had to be something to use as a weapon.

Oh, wait, of course. He turned and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a large butchers knife, noticing that none of the other ones were missing. That was good, as long as guns didn't come into play. Gulping slightly, he walked back into the living room, ears straining to hear anything out of the ordinary while he tried to remain as silent as possible. It was then when he finally heard a small noise. It sounded like a whimper, though not a human one. It was more of an animal-like sound, almost like a. . .

"Doug!" He ran into the room, dropping the knife as he did. His dog was laying on the floor, half whimpering half giving small coughing sounds. He quickly walked over and knelt next to him, pulling out his phone. He speed dialed a number, then let it ring.

"Hello?" An almost dead voice answered the phone, and he almost shouted in relief.

"BB, I need you to get over here now!" He tried not to let to much fear spill into his voice, and forced it to be more urgent than fearful. He wasn't sure it it worked, but he tried.

"Hello Alex. . . I'm a bit busy right now." Faint yelling could be heard in the background, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"No, you need to get over here, it's important." He reached down and loosened the collar a little, wondering if that would help the dog at all. He didn't know much about choking animals, and that was what it seemed like was happening.

"I told you I'm-" He cut the girl off, his temper finally getting the better of him.

"Gonnae-no bicker an' git th' hell ower here!" He yelled into the phone, shaking slightly. He heard silence for a few moments, and was a bit worried he had upset the girl so that she wouldn't help him.

"I'll be over there soon." Click. He allowed himself a small smile, before shoving the phone in his pocket and scooping up his dog, turning and walking out of the house. The dog gave a small whine, showing he could at least partially breath around whatever was obstructing his airway.

It seemed like hours before BB pulled up on the curb, kicking open the door by pulling the handle with her foot and shoving it open from there. He slid into the passenger seat, buckling himself in quickly. BB glanced at the silently for a few moments, before she began to drive.

"You stupid Dug." Alex muttered, lightly petting the animal. "You should know not to mess with bigger things then you by now. Crazy wee bastard. . ." After this, there was silence for a few moments as the girl drove.

"Alex. . . this is very important. When we get there, insist on staying in the vet's office, okay? Insist on staying there. Going back to your house would be dangerous right now. Trust me." She spoke in such an even voice it was hard to tell how she meant that, but he was pretty sure it was a warning. He was almost afraid to ask, but he had to.

"What Urban Legend is this?" He muttered in an almost angry tone. BB glanced at him for a second, then turned back to the road, making a right into the veterinarian's parking lot.

"I'll explain it all later. Just don't go home." Alex might have argued, if they weren't already at the vets. But after less then a minute of debating, he turned and walked into the office, grumbling to himself.

Ten minutes. Twenty Minutes. An hour. Finally the vet walked into the waiting room and offered a slight smile.

"Well, your dog is going to be fine. He managed to swallow the objects that were choking him, which is actually what we need to talk about." Alex frowned, looking up at her.

"What was it?" The vet glanced at his hands, as if counting.

"Three human fingers. Do you know where they might have come from?" She wasn't accusing when she asked, just asking generally. Alex debated for a few moments on what to answer.

"I. . . I walked in my house and slipped in a puddle of blood. . . my friend called the police for me. I was to worried to focus." He muttered, unsure of how much of a lie that actually was. Well, BB had called the police, and he wasn't really focusing.

"Alright. As long as the police are notified." She turned and walked back into the room, soon returning and handing Doug to Alex. "He'll be fine, but I gave him something to let him sleep for a while." The boy nodded, easily picking the dog up, then grabbing his phone and dialing BB's number again.

"Well. Can I go to my house now?" He asked with a slight scowl as he walked out of the door of the building, sitting on a bench. "Or has the person who my dug tried to eat not left yet?"

"The police looked around your house, they couldn't find the guy, but they think he left. If you'd like, though, you can sleep on my couch. It's open." He hesitated, thinking about that offer. On one hand, it would be a bit odd sleeping over at his friend's house, since he still only knew her through the various attacks from the serial killers.

On the other, he could very well get killed if he went back to his house. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.

"Alright. . . It's not like I have a choice." He stated, to receive an emotionless laugh.

"I'll be there in a moment to pick you up. Don't worry about your dog, he can stay to." And with that she hung up.

Alex sighed and shoved the phone in his pocket, rubbing his dog's stomach. This must have been the Urban Legend, then, although perhaps it turned out a bit differently. At least nobody had died. That was always a bonus.

He was so lost in thoughts, that it took a few honks before he looked up to see BB staring at him from her car.

"I guess you could stay here. . ." She shrugged and he scowled again as he stood up and walked over to the car, pulling the door open and sliding into the seat.

"I hate this." He muttered as he buckled his seat belt in. "I hate all of this." BB glanced at him as she began to back out of the parking lot.

"I assume you mean the fear, the worry, the pain and not riding in a car with me. I'm not that bad!" She stated. The boy let out a small chuckle at this as they drove.

"Do you think I'll be able to go home tomorrow?" He asked, staring out the window.

". . . I think this will be resolved by tomorrow." She said, shrugging. Alex frowned. She was acting a lot more distant then usual. Well, then she seemed to act before anyway.

"BB. . . Is anything wrong with you?" She shot him a glare which quickly morphed into an even look.

"No. Nothing's wrong. Why would it be?" She snaps slightly. He raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question the girl further. After a few minutes she asked quietly, "Why do you keep calling your dog, dug?"

Alex gave a slight grin at that. "In Scotland there are two types of dog, you have the 'Aww look at that wee dog' and 'Stay the fuck away from that dug.' My dog is one of the latter, and you can guess why."

BB laughed at that, nodding. "If your dog is insane enough to bite fingers off someone, then he must be." She stated, pulling into her driveway and turning the car off.

"Yeah, he does the li- Wait, how the hell did you know that? I didn't tell you." She simply rolled her eyes.

"I've been reading Urban Legends. Duh." She said as if this was obvious. Alex simply shook his head.

"Right, and I've been stalking you enough to know that." He muttered sarcastically. The girl smirked at him.

"If you stalked me, you'd be in too much shock to function properly." With that, she opened the door and walked into the house, leaving Alex fairly confused.

Haydron's POV~ (A/N Le gasp! Who's this? You'll seeeee~)

Haydron sighed, brushing a bit of curly brown hair out of his face and looking around. He wasn't lost. He wasn't lost at all. He was just learning a new route to the Wal-Mart. That was it. That was it exactly. He was just learning a new route.

Ahh, who was he kidding. He was lost. Great. The boy gave a sigh, scanning the street with bluish grey eyes to try and figure out where he was. So far he wasn't having much luck, and the streets were empty, so he couldn't really ask anyone for directions. Not that he would if he saw them. He didn't like making himself stand out, and that would be a very good way to do it.

Rounding the corner, however, he bumped into someone, muttering an apology as he looked up at the woman.

The woman could only be described as beautiful. She had long black hair, which fell to just below her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a perfect shade of blue, lightly sparkling. She had on a long trench coat, that swished around her ankles. The only thing off was a surgical mask covering her mouth.

The boy blinked, looking down. "I'm sorry ma'am. . ." He muttered quietly. The woman laughed in a light gentle voice, making him look up.

"It's okay," her voice was light and sweet. "I'll forgive you if you answer a question." She said, her eyes seeming to smile.

"Okay. . . What is it?" He muttered, resisting the urge to back away. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked. The boy blinked, then nodded slowly.

"Yes. . . you are." It was certainly much better then saying no.

"Then, tell me. . ." She pulled off the mask, revealing a mouth split up to her ears, and sharp teeth filling her. Her tongue ran over them quickly, and she gave a laugh, one much rougher then the one from before.

"Am I beautiful now?" She says in a commanding screech, pulling a large pair of blood stained scissors from her coat. Haydron stared at her for a few minutes, took a deep breath, and then responded calmly.

"You look normal." He stated with what could be an indifferent shrug. The woman frown, peering at him. As she did, he turned and began running. He didn't hear footsteps, so he continued, lucky being fairly fit. He was at home, and into his room before he doubled over, panting.

"What the hell was that?" He muttered to himself, sitting down on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what just happened. After all, it wasn't like you met a woman with a ripped up face who wanted to kill you everyday.

Sighing, he sat down at his computer, vaguely wondering if there were any records to be found of the strange person on the internet. But how should he start? After a few minutes of thinking, he opened Google and typed in 'slit mouth woman' then hit enter and hit the second link, scanning the story about her. It fit the woman he had seen perfectly, but the site he was on was for scary stories, not real life.

Or was it the same thing? Did the story somehow become real? Or was he just going insane?

Either way, something strange was going on, though there wasn't much he could do about it. So instead of worrying, he grabbed his backpack and got to work on the homework, to get it out of the way. There wasn't much else to do inside, and there was no way he was going back outside.

So he grabbed his algebra sheet and stared at a problem. Stuff about independent and dependent variables. What fun that was.

About five hours or so later, as he was getting into bed, he thought he heard a small scratching sound. Shrugging, he payed no mind to it as he laid down and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his room anymore. He was laying out on a rocky terrain. Groaning, he lifted his head. Something was off.

Shrugging it off, he stood up and looked around, then began to walk. He didn't pay much attention to his surroundings while he walked, because they didn't seem important at the time. After about ten minutes of walking he came across a scene that made his eyes widen.

Two people lay dead on the ground. He stared at them both, unable to move. One was a girl, the other a guy. From what he could see the guy had black hair, but he was turned a bit so his face couldn't be seen.

The girl, on the other hand, was laying on her back. Her hair was somewhere between red and brown, and he was a bit surprised to see that she had two different colored eyes. They both shared something, besides being dead.

Both were ripped open in various places, as if someone had stabbed them with spikes. They had their jaws ripped off, leaving him to wonder if that had happened while they were alive or not. The most noticeable thing, however, had to be their limbs. Or lack of them. They had no arms or legs, not even stumps left where they had been.

He stared at them, half wishing he could move to freak out and run, half wishing he could move to see what was next. It seemed the dream wanted him to continue, because he felt himself begin to walk forward a few steps before he began to walk on his own.

When he got a few steps forward, he stared in surprise at a girl who was laying on the ground, rope seeming to tie her to the ground itself. Black hair stuck to her face, green eyes watching him, as if asking for help, though her throat was being squeezed so tightly it didn't seem she could talk.

Suddenly a spike burst though her stomach, making her gasp as much as she could, with the rope on her throat.

In quick succession, more spikes began to erupt, patterning her body with holes, in the same fashion the other two were patterned in. The ropes began to travel up her arms and legs, making her whimper and begin to struggle as if knowing what came next. The ropes stopped when they got as far as they could and began to tighten. The girl could only thrash around, her mouth open in a weak scream as her limbs were literally squeezed off her body, leaving her limbless and almost dead, like her friends. She glanced at him, once again her eyes begging for help. As she did this a man began to form behind her. He was a little over seven feet and had four arms, and soulless black eyes.

Almost casually, he picked her up with the lower two hands, grabbed her hair with the upper right one, her lower jaw with the upper left one, and ripped it away, smiling sadistically as he dropped her and began to walk towards Haydron slowly, as is he were a predator about to leap on his prey. He opened his mouth to say something and-

Haydron jumped as the alarm clock next to his bed began to scream at him to get up and get ready for school. He blinked, looking around his room, and relaxing as he realized that it had been a dream. Nothing in it was real. Although he did have to admit the three people looked familiar. Ah, whatever. It was a dream.

As he stood up, he gave a small shout and fell back as he saw the figure from his dream standing against the wall. The figure walked forward, smiling just as he had in his dream.

"Haydron!" The door opens to reveal a girl a few years younger then him. "Oh, your alarm clock woke you up. Hurry up!" The boy turned to her, almost glaring.

"My alarm clock went off three minutes ago! I just got up! Why don't you try a little patience?" He snapped back. She shrugged and stuck her tongue out, then turned and walked off. As soon as she did he turned back to look at the figure.

The only problem was that the figure was gone.

He was jumpy all the way to school. It wasn't the dream that was what freaked him out. Okay, that was a part of it. But it was all the things that had happened the last day combined. All of it served to give him the creeps. But the freakiest thing was when he got to school. As he walked into the cafeteria to get breakfast, his eyes landed on one table. It had three other students. One black haired boy. One reddish brown haired girl. One black haired girl.

Looking at their faces, he saw the same three from his dream, and the knowledge of these three came back to him. The three 'freaks' of the school, who never hung out with anyone else. Who constantly challenged the other students. The three who everyone said were crazy, some rumors even going around that the black haired girl attended therapy. And those were the mild rumors. Especially since the incident where half the student body died off, and she calmed the girl who did it down.

"Oi! Take a picture, it'll last longer!" One of the two girls called out. It wasn't Faye. . . BB? Wasn't that what she was called?

Again, as if he was still in the dream and couldn't stop himself, he found himself walking over to the table. He wondered why he bothered. After all, he had next to nothing in common with any of the three, besides a few shared classes. So why was he walking over to their table?

As he did, before any of the three could say much of anything, he looked at the drawing of the creature from his dream, and simply said, "I saw that thing."

Faye's POV~

Faye turned to look when her friend snapped at someone who was apparently staring at them. Yeah, he was staring. She shrugged and turned back to her friends, ignoring him. After all, he was just another kid in the school. There was nothing big about that.

"So, that makes something strange for each of us?" BB muttered, not paying attention to the guy anymore. "Faye saw that thing. . . I got the ghost hitchhiker. . . Alex's dog bit off an intruders fingers. Like I said, these are all Urban Legends."

Faye shrugged, then frowned as her friend glared over her shoulder and opened her mouth to say something to someone, when the same boy from before pointed to the drawing she had out.

"I saw that thing." He stated, frowning at the picture as if trying to work it out. BB laughed almost sarcastically.

"Bitch, please. You probably saw that on the internet and just want attention." She muttered, shooting him a dirty look. Faye watched as he shook his head, ignoring the name.

"No. I actually saw him in a dream, and then I thought I saw him in my room." Faye looked at BB, trying to mentally ask her if she thought it was another incident with Freddy. That's when Alex piped up.

"Oh? And what exactly happened in this dream?" She couldn't tell if he was trying to challenging him or trying to change the subject so BB would calm down.

". . . You and her," he stated pointing to BB, "were dead when I showed up. And she was killed." He pointed at Faye for the last one. "Then what ever that thing is tried to come after me, and I woke up."

"Ha! Yeah right!" BB snorted, glaring at him. "Can you believe this guy?" She turned to Faye, seeming sure her friend would agree.

Faye, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. While she didn't know the boy that well, her instincts were telling her to trust him. They were telling her that he needed to be with the group.

However, if she accepted that, it changed the theory. They had all assumed that BB and Alex had began to encounter the killers was because they had hung around her to long.

But if this boy was meeting them, what would that mean?

"Actually BB. . ." She muttered hesitantly, "I'd rather listen to this story. I think he's telling the truth." Her friend stared at her, then simply shrugged.

"Fine. Go ahead. Listen to him." She muttered as she pulled out an mp3 player and put the earphone in. "That doesn't mean I have to." She stated. Faye gave a slight sigh, frowning, and wondered what was going through the girl's mind. Then she turned to Haydron.

She and Alex listened to his story, then exchanged glances. It seemed like the truth. After a few minutes she took a deep breath and said a bit quietly, "Now that you've told us your story. . . I think we can fill you in on ours."

And so the story began to spill out from the beginning for what was the fifth or sixth time.

BB's POV~

BB grumbled as she walked into her house, throwing her backpack to the ground. She couldn't believe her friend had ditched her! For that stupid guy! He was probably lying about the whole thing anyway! He just was a little attention hog who wanted to take her Faye away! Wait, why did she add her? She meant just Faye, of course. She muttered something about the bathroom to Alex, then walks upstairs, slamming the door as she did.

She switched off the light, frowning. At this point, she honestly didn't care if this was a bad idea. She remembered what Faye had told her, about Bloody Mary getting pissed unless you had a good reason for summoning her. She wasn't really sure if her reason was good, but it was a reason.

She slowly began to chant. Bloody Mary. What was the mirror ghost like? Hopefully she didn't have to much of a temper. Hopefully she wasn't PMSing.

Oh dear god, a serial killer on PMS. Now there was a scary thought.

As the name was said for the thirteenth time, thought, she couldn't really go back. As her image faded to be replaced with the pale girl with blood covering her face and giving her a half annoyed look, she stared with her usual blank look.

"Well?" The ghost said, staring. "What do you want? Why'd you summon me." BB blinked once.

"Because. I'm mad at my friends." The ghost narrowed her eyes a bit, a look of recognition almost on her face. As if she knew BB, but didn't remember her.

"So. . . you want revenge. . .?" She said slowly. BB tilted her head just slightly. Revenge? No, she didn't want her friends hurt. She wanted. . . what DID she want

"I. . . I want someone to talk to. . . and a hug." It was rare that she said that, but it was true. She did want a hug. The ghost seemed to shrug and grabbed the edges of the mirror, pulling herself forward.

"That's reasonable enough. But you'll get blood all over your self- Oh." BB grinned. She was wearing a baggy black shirt. The blood wouldn't even show up on it. Mary gave a small laugh as she hugged the other girl.

And then the bathroom door opened.

Alex's POV~

Alex followed BB inside, slowly. His own house was still being examined by the police. Apperently who ever had broken into it was very good at what they did, because everything had vanished. There was no evidence, no finger prints, no hair samples.

Even the bloody blood was gone!

How the hell was that even possible?

He sat on the couch, waiting for BB to return and contemplating what was going to happen next. After all, this was an odd set of attacks. They were molded after Urban legends. From what he had seen, and what the other two had told him, nothing like this had happened before.

He sighed and stood up, wondering where BB had gone. After all, it didn't take five minutes to use the restroom, did it? He shrugged and began to walk to the stairs, frowning. No lights were on. That was odd. He grabbed the hand rail to keep him from falling down the stairs and continued walking up. He turned to where the bathroom door was (he had been shown the day before), and frowned again. Still no light. He knocked quickly, and when there was no answer, opened the door.

Needless to say, seeing one of his best friends hugging another girl covered in freaking blood was shocking. And he'd had a bit too much shock in the past few days.

So it wasn't weakness that made him pass out. It was simply to much for him to handle. Hell, it was probably too much for anyone to handle. That was exactly it.

About an hour or so later he woke up to two people crouched over him. It was dark, so it was hard to see, but he was pretty sure one of them was BB and the other. . . was bleeding.

"Holy fuck!" He sat up and immediately regretted it, his head spinning. "What the blood hell is going on here?"

"Err. . . I summoned Bloody Mary because I was pissed off. . . and you saw her. . . and fainted. . . And that's all." Alex stared at them both. Then stood up and walked out.

"By this point, as long as she doesn't kill us, I really don't care." He muttered as he left.

Faye's POV~

Faye sighed as she pulled on her night clothes, sitting on her bed and looking around her room. It seemed so hollow, for some reason. Pictures covered the walls, but there had been a feeling of emptiness since she moved back in with her aunt. Maybe it was that her parents were gone. Maybe it was that it had always been this way, and she was just noticing it.

Maybe it was that she had changed. Maybe it was the she couldn't find safety in her own room. With a sigh, she laid down, curling up under the blankets.

Her eyes flew when she felt a bit of cool air hit her face. She looked around to find herself in a forest. With a groan, she flopped back down, sure it was either Freddy or that other thing from the last time. She rubbed her head slowly.

"For the love of holy Swiss cheese!" Faye decided she needed to get out more. Her lines were turning out horribly cheesy.

"That. . . was pathetic." A voice said from behind her. She turned to glare at the figure. He was just lik he had appeared in her room.

"At least I'm not a pedophile who sneaks into people's rooms and influences their dreams! You're just as bad as Freddy." She muttered as she felt around her bed, mainly under the pillow, for a knife. She grinned mentally as her hand closed on the handle.

"That is fucking bullshit!" The man stepped forward. "I am no pedophile! I am sadistic and a sociopath! I will enjoy killing you." With that she threw the pillow at his face and stabbed him in the hand. The man just stared at her.

". . . Really now? A knife is the best you can do?" He simply pulled the weapon out of his hand and tossed it to the side, showing her a healed hand.

"What. . . what the hell are you?" Faye gulped as she quickly shoved herself to the other end of the bed to be away from the psychopath.

"It is much more polite to ask who before what. I am Varunak. I am an immortal being of water!" Faye gulped. She was dreaming, right? So. . . If this was anything like with a Freddy dream.

She put her hand in her mouth and bit down. Hard. Varu laughed. "Foolish girl. I am no Dream Demon. I am not going to kill you. Yet. Scaring you is much too fun." And that's when Faye got her idea.

"Yo Freddy! Are you seriously letting this wimp take over YOUR realm?" It was a risky, desperate, possibly suicidal plan.

Either way, it worked. She felt a jolt as she vanished from the woods to appear in the boiler room, in front of a scowling Freddy.

"Thanks!" She stated as she bit down on her hand again, before he could talk, waking up in her room and giving a hiss of pain as she hit her hand when she sat up to fast. She gave a slight grin as she looked around and stood up, flicking the light on, not noticing her shadow was darker then usual.

She also didn't notice that Varu had been missing three fingers.

BB's POV~

BB sighed as she tapped on her desk with a pencil. Faye had told them about the dream she had, and the girl was trying to plot a way to get rid of the water thing, whatever it was. But what got rid of water? You could freeze it, but that would take to long. You could boil it, but where would they get easy access to a fire at any time of the day? A match would not work at all. What else to get rid of water? The girl sighed and brushed some hair back from her face as she looked up to watch the presentation. First period Chemistry and they were messing with the scientific elements. Oh joy. Probably burning sugar or some harmless crap like that. She sighed.

Maybe they needed to focus more on the living bit. Somehow they had to make it so this thing couldn't be alive. But how were they going to do that?

"Alright class, what's one of the properties of pure Sodium? The explosive reaction to water." The teacher dropped a small bit in a tank to display this, then set a much larger chunk aside. BB grinned. Explosions were always more her type of thing.

Faye's POV~

After yet another therapy session, and a few classes, she smiled as she lounged in study hall, the only class she had with BB and Alex. And, apparently, she saw as she scanned the room, Haydron. She felt a slight chill go down her spine. Something was going to happen. Something bad.

Suddenly the teacher watching them froze. Then he began to spasm. Several kids immediately ran from the room, either afraid of the seizure like movements or just plain scared for their lives from what's happened in the past. She didn't know. Either way, she stood up and turned to the rest of them.

"Well? Are you guys getting out of here or what?" And that was all it took for the rest of them to exit. Faye noted that BB, Alex, and Haydron were still there, and shook her head. She had told the story of 'Varu' at breakfast, and she could tell they were wondering the same thing.

"Was this that four armed thing?" Haydron asked. Yep, that was the thing.

"I don't-" Suddenly the teacher began to shriek as a razor ripped out of his chest and began to cut, occasionally dipping back into the skin until a single word was written. Varunak.

Faye gulped. ". . . I think we should all get out of here as fast as possible." For the first time in a while they were all in perfect agreement.

Alex's POV~

Alex walked back into his house after two days of being out from it. The police had said there was no evidence of anything wrong, and so there wasn't much point in keeping him out of it anymore. He almost laughed as his dog ran out to greet him, rubbing against his leg and barking happily. He gave a laugh then, happy to be back in his home. Things were turning around a bit, it seemed.

He was still a bit weirded out by BB's sudden friendship with a ghost, but then again, everything had been weird since he came to America. And visiting home hadn't really helped, bloody Opera ghost. Oh well. At least he had gone through his most recent meeting with the damn killers.

Sighing, he took a quick glance around his house, as if half expecting to find something the cops had missed. That, of course, only happened in low budget horror films, but it was worth a try. In his mind, at least.

He rubbed his eyes a bit as he went to his room, rolling his shoulders as he went. There was an odd heaviness to the air that he couldn't quite place. Some sort of tension. It was probably just from the last time he had been to his house. It would vanish once he got used to being in the house again.

He laid down, one hand dangling off the bed, brushing against his dogs fur.

In his dream, he was dangling upside down from a tree. The tree was on the roof of a building. He was so high he couldn't see the ground from where he dangled. A cloud was in the way. He gulped and began to struggle. Why did they always use heights? It was getting cliche.

Suddenly the tree shifted, melting and reforming to a four armed man, holding him by the ankles with two arms.

"Your friend is really annoyed. She summoned a dream demon to escape me. It was very annoying. Unfortunately, I can't hurt you inside a dream, and hurting a sleeping victim isn't fun at all." He stated. "Oh, well! At least I can torture you in this dream before you wake up and see my little art piece." Alex glared up at him.

"Art piece? What the hell are you talking about?" Varu simply laughed and dropped him.

"You'll see!"

Alex seethed to himself on the whole fall down. He was getting really tired of the whole situation. By the time he hit the ground and woke up, he didn't even care that he was falling.

As he woke up, he heard a steady dripping sound. He blinked and groaned, rubbing his head. What was that noise? That thing had said something about art, and he was-

He was the thing that the other two were talking about. Which would mean that he was there in reality. And the dripping in horror movies was always. . .

"Damnit!" He sat straight up and raced to the bathroom, to the source of the dripping. He froze infront of the mirror, staring. His dog was in the sink, somehow still alive, bloody mixed with water dripping from it. On the mirror there was a message.

"You four will be my next piece."

". . . Fuck."

Bloody Mary's POV~

Mary watched silently from the mirror as BB feel asleep. She felt a bit stalkerish, but she felt that something was going to happen. She knew it. As the lights went out she hovered in the mirror. The girl had given her a standing invitation, so she was free to roam from the mirror when she felt like it. She leaned against the glass to watch, patient and ready.

About an hour later, she was rewarded as a figure crept towards the bed. She stepped out of the mirror.

"If I were you, I would leave. Now." The figure to look at her, laughing.

"Why would I do so? You expect me to be afraid of you? You're a spirit!" She gave a smile.

"I am a spirit who can pull people into a mirror. There is a mirror behind me. I can take you to any one of a thousand mirror realms. Some have water. . . air. . . storms. . . fire." It was fire that did it. His eyes flicked fear for just a moment.

"Fire, lava, burning rocks. I can get you to them all. Now leave." She folded her arms and stood infront of BB's bed, as if daring him to try and get past her. Varu eyed the ghost for a moment before deciding the it wasn't worth it and melting into the carpet. Mary sighed and rubbed her forehead, blood dripping to the ground.

"Oh, great. . ." She muttered. "I'm a babysitter now. Why am I not upset by that?" She shrugged and sat down next to the bed, keeping watch calmly. This would be a long night.

Faye's POV~

Faye stretched her arms a bit as she walked, waiting calmly to hear her aunts footsteps. The woman was teaching her how to be able to tell when someone was following you, and had given her a ten minute head start to lose herself in a crowd. The only problem was that it was getting dark outside, so there were no crowds to take advantage of. She sighed quietly as she walked, her ears straining to hear any footsteps. So far nothing, but that could mean anything.

Suddenly she stumbled a bit, and started walking again, listening. Nope, there had been no noise to indicate someone was following her and had to hastily changed steps to match her new pace.

Suddenly a scream sounded, just from the house she stopped in front of. The scream was familiar. She frowned for just a moment as she tried to place it, then her eyes flew open.

"BB!" She gave a screech, before running into the house, not once stopping to think of what might be going on in the house. She was sure her aunt would yell at her later for it, but for now she had to make sure her friend was okay, and she didn't really care what happened to her.

She would enjoy kicking the hell out of whoever was making her scream.

As she ran inside, she was shocked to see the house practically contained a maze. But, gritting her teeth, she began running into the rooms the screaming was loudest from. As long as she followed the noise, she could find her friend. The odd bit, however, was that it seemed like there as no noise coming. Even when the screaming paused, it was almost like there was no other noise before it continued. It was. . . almost like the walls were sound proof. But that couldn't be true, because she could hear the screaming.

As she finally reached the door, she opened it and groaned as she realized it was all a trap. The door slammed shut behind her, as did three other doors in the room. In the center was Varu. He had fours heads, and each of them was open in a scream. At the sides of the room were her three friends.

BB's POV~

BB grumbled to herself as she walked down the street, stomping on the sidewalk as if that would make her feel better. She felt so lost and confused. Her best friend, and someone she might have had a small crush on was taking the side of a guy who she had just met, all because he said he had met a serial killer she had met!

Alex, her other close friend, was probably pisses at her for the whole thing with Bloody Mary. Or maybe he just didn't want her to think he was a wimp because he fainted, but she hadn't seen him around at all. Normally she saw either of them at least sometime outside. Was she being avoided because she choose to talk to a mirror ghost over a living friend?

She rubbed her head as she walked, feeling a slight head ache forming. Of fucking course. That made the day just spectacular. That, of course, was complete and other sarcasm.

Suddenly she nearly jumped out of her skin as a scream reached her ears. The scream was coming from the house, and she knew exactly who's it was. Fairy. Faye. Whatever you called her, she was in trouble. BB narrowed her eyes. She felt the lump in her pocket from the plastic wrapped sodium, and she was sure of who was the one responsible for the screaming. He would not like her, after she made him explode. She ran into the house quickly, barley paying attention to the maze like patterns as she zipped through them.

She reached the door and ran through, frowning when she say Faye, who was looking like she had been tricked. Not hurt, but tricked. Her eyes locked on the figure in the middle of the room and the two boys as all the doors closed.

"Oh, Hell!" And that about summed it up.

Alex's POV~

Alex didn't really care where he was going. He just needed to go somewhere. He only wished he knew where.

His dog was dying, and the vets couldn't figure out what had happened. They said it looked like the animal had been torn from the inside out, almost like whatever he had been choking on ripped out of his stomach. But there was no damage to his throat, so how could they be sharp enough to do that?

Of course, there was also the message. "You four will be my next piece." It was obvious enough what that meant. The thing he couldn't figure out was why they hadn't been killed yet. Whatever that thing was had been in their rooms, with the perfect position to kill each and everyone of them. But why hadn't it?

Unless. . . it was like a cat. It wanted to play with it's food before it killed them all. That could be it-

Wait a minute.

Kill. . . them. . . all.

That was it! His eyes widened with the realization. "You four are my next piece." Not next pieces. Piece. That meant that he wanted to kill them all at once. That would explain why they weren't all killed at once.

As this thought ran through his head, he heard a scream from a nearby house. He gave a slight curse, having watched enough horror to know exactly what was going on. He was either be lured into a trap, or his friends had already been lured into a trap and were paying for it. He gave another curse as he realized there was only one thing he could really do and not leave with a guilty conscience for.

As he ran through the maze he had managed to find himself in, he couldn't help but thinking how he would have scorned a fictional character for doing exactly what he was doing. "Leave them, they're dead and you'll end up dead to!"

It was much easier to say then to actually do. Maybe now he would stop judging horror characters so harshly. Or, much more likely, he would stop watching horror movies all together. That sounded like a much better plan to him.

He grabbed for a door and pulled it open, running through before he could comprehend what was actually in the room. His friends, plus the boy who seemed like he was about to join the group standing in front of three other doors.

He glared at the figure in the middle of the room. Great, he had been used as a pawn. Now to see what would happen as a result. The real question was, could this thing take on four teenager who had already fought for their lives and won?

Haydron's POV~

Haydron was leaning on his desk, doing a random doodle when he should be working on homework. He was finding it very hard to concentrate on the work, when he was wondering if the school lunches lately had been spiked with shrooms. He shrugged and began folding the paper he had been drawing on, settling on making a paper airplane instead. He tossed it lightly, and cursed as a gust of wind caught it and pulled it out the window. He scowled as he walked out of his room. Sure, normally he wouldn't go outside just to get a piece of paper, but that was his homework. And he needed to turn it in. And he doubted the teacher would accept "It flew out a window" without blaming him.

He walked out the door and triumphantly scooped up the plane, when a strange sound reached his ears. It was a odd noise, almost like a clicking. It stopped soon after he noticed it. Frowning, he turned to see a girl who was peering out from behind a tree, half of her body hidden. He shrugged.

"Do you need help or something?" She shook her head and began to move forward, using her elbows to pull herself along. That's when he noticed that her body wasn't hidden, it just wasn't there. He stared for a moment, then turned and began running. The creature followed him, and he gave a slight curse to himself, wondering how the hell it was keeping up. That was only supposed to happen in horror movies, for crying out loud!

He continued running, until the thing actually got to the side of him. He turned and ran into a house, pausing only long enough to gape at the maze-like structure, before taking off down a random hallway. He ran through various rooms, occasionally going up stairs, since he figured that would make it harder for what ever that thing was to follow him. Finally, as he yanked open a door, it actually shot past him, melding with something in the middle of the room as three others entered and the doors slammed shut. He recognized the other people. They were the same three he had recently talked to in the school cafeteria.

The figure in the middle grinned.

"Now that everyone is here, we can begin!"

Faye's POV~

Faye immediately began looking around for an escape. There had to be someway out. There was always a way out. The thing, Varu, began walking up to her, an annoyed look on his face.

"I really hate it when I don't get to scare people. And you got out of the dream I conjured by calling a dream demon! Where's the fun in that?" His eyes narrowed, then went to a more normal stance. "But you won't be the first I kill. Not by a long shot. No, let me start with your friends. And let's make your best friend go first!" With that, he turned and grabbed BB.

This was his major mistake. While he had been talking to Faye, she had pulled the piece of sodium from her pocket and quickly unwrapped it as much as she could without touching it. Now, as the thing turned to her, she shoved it at him, twisting the door handle and falling back with a yelp.

The other three all ducked and covered their heads, which was very wise of them. Luckily, the room was just big enough that the reaction didn't hurt them too badly, although the middle of the floor was on fire, and burning rapidly. Faye gave a slight hiss as her sleeve caught fire and put it put quickly by suffocating it on the ground. Testing her door, she frowned as she found it locked.

"Out BB's door!" She yelled. The two boys, who had been on either side, both raced out, leaving her with the problem of getting around the fire before it spread. She licked her lips and darted around as quickly as she could, almost smashing into the wall as she tried to stay clear of the flames.

She almost rolled as she threw herself out of the door, kicking it shut behind her. She almost gave a laugh to see they were all safe, singed, and sound. BB interrupted that though.

"Okay, does anybody actually remember the way up? That fire is going to spread fast." By the looks on the other two's faces, they had no idea. BB sighed and began to kick the wall.

"Well? Don't just stand there, help me!" Faye shrugged and dug into a pocket of her coat, pulling out the double bladed bar. Then she began to help her friend beat a hole in the wall. It didn't take long before the hole was big enough to crawl out of. BB peered out, frowning.

"Good news, we have a way out. Bad news, we're three stories up." Faye cursed, loudly. Haydron stared at her.

"Saski told me to carry around rope! Damnit! If there's a next time, I'm listening to her." She muttered. Haydron frowned, continuing to stare.

"Who's Saski?" He asked. The girl gave an annoyed huff.

"My aunt. Does it really matter that much?" She asked. As she did, she stared out the hole, then gave a laugh.

"Speaking of her! Aunt Saski!" She yelled to the figure standing on the edge of the road. She could just make out her aunt shaking her head as she walked over.

"Fayora, you are incredibly lucky we were practicing listening for stalkers today! When I saw the smoke, I figured something was going on." Faye grinned sheepishly, though she knew her aunt couldn't see it.

"Hey. . . Saski? Do you have rope?" She could hear her aunt laugh from below.

"Of course I do. I'm not you, Faye. I actually carry around useful items. Now, get ready to grab the rope." Faye nodded and turned for a minute.

"Could you guys grab my feet, in case I have to reach?" She asked. BB grabbed on leg, and Alex quickly grabbed the other, leaving Haydron to hold onto a foot as she leaned a bit out the hole, one hand out.

"Ready!" She called. Her aunt threw the rope up, and Faye reached out to grab it. Unfortunately for her, she missed and the rope smacked her in the face before plummeting down to the ground. The girl yelped and covered her nose with one hand, feeling a bit of blood.

"Okay, now this time you're going to catch it, alright?" Her aunt called out. Faye gave a very impolite mumble, but reached out to catch the rope. She snagged it in her hand just as she felt gravity begin to pull on her. She prayed very quickly as she became the object of a brief tug of war match between her friends and the forces of nature.

Fortunately her friends won, and yanked her back into the building. She held up the rope triumphantly at them, before looking back to the door, then around the small room. Gulping, she tied the rope to the doorknob.

"Faye. . . are you crazy? That thing won't be able told hold us!" Faye smiled at her skeptical friend.

"It doesn't have to hold us the entire way down. Just until it's safe enough to drop." With that, she turned and began to ease down the rope. When she was about ten feet from the ground, then dropped to the ground, hitting it and rolling as she landed, as Saki had taught her. Of course, since she was right next to the house, she smashed her back into it, so she wasn't as unharmed as she wanted to be, but it was good enough. She scurried out of the way, smiled, and waved for someone to follow her.

Twenty minutes later all four of them were at Faye's house, while her aunt paced in front of them. Faye shifted uncomfortably, wondering if the others felt the same tension as she did. After a few minutes, though, her aunt turned to them as a group.

"I don't know what changed, I think it's the new boy. You should be ready to hear the story of the curse now." She finally stated.

Varu's POV~

The next night, after everybody abandoned the empty and burned house, a figure seemed to grow from the ashes. The figure took on a tall, slim, four armed form. He simply laughed as he brushed ash from his suit, two arms disappearing into his body as he began to walk. He needed new people to terrorize.

BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!

Alex grinned as he stepped off of the helicopter. Of course, his creator would be with the rest of the characters, and they would be on this particular island. He walked casually to the structure near the center of the island, nobody stopping him as he walked inside and sat down.

"You know, I asked if I could go to America so I wouldn't be almost killed every other day. Now I just get almost killed every day." He muttered to one of the people. The guys was about six feet tall, and chuckled slightly.

"You were the one who asked to leave." Was all he said. Alex rolled his eyes.

"I know that, One. That doesn't mean I can't complai-Is that a camera?"

Faye laughed as the Authoress quickly turned off the power to the camera. She wanted to see what the other characters did, but she didn't know Alex would actually go there.

"Faye. . . I'm going to hide now before I get killed by a T." She muttered, making an epic headdesk. Her character didn't even have the courtesy to stop laughing.

A/N Well, that's it! And I don't think many of you will get the references in the BTFW section. XD Anyway, if you can guess all the urban legends used, you get a cookie, and special mention in the next chapter!

Anyway, to explain the rules of the song thing a bit better. (Though the chapter with Sweeney Todd may well be pushed back to sixteen, don't kill me!) You can use three of the OC characters at most in the song, and any of the three Sweeney Todd ones I'm using. (Sweeney, Ms. Lovett, and Toby.)

I really, really want to use a bunch of songs. So could you guys send me some? I'll be ever grateful, and you'll be credited (of course)!

Anyway, I gotta post this. See ya!

~Shiko