(A/N Thanks for all the reviews, loves! Seriously, I appreciate it so much! I'm actually going to have a lot of fun with this chapter, but it's going to be quite violent, but then again, it's me writing it, so it might not be that bad. I was laughing at myself, because I'm so girly, and like such girly stories, but then again I love fantasy, and I always write kind of psychotic stories. I was laughing at you guys too, or at least, the ones who think the stalker is Isaac. Isaac has been mentioned in the story, like, once? Any ways, enjoy!)

The Block Estate, Westchester

The iPad, Massie's Bedroom

Monday, May 13th, 2008

1:43AM

Suddenly, Massie heard a knock on her door, and looked up. "YOU!" She screamed, and jumped up. "What? Why? How? WHY!?" She screamed. "I TRUSTED YOU!"

Derrington only smiled. "We finally meet, Massie Block.

"What are you TAWKING about?" Massie yelled at him. "You're my boyfriend."

"No, I'm not." He reached out to stroke her cheek. "But I wish I were." He looked at her longingly. Massie slapped his hand away. "But…but….but…" And then it all came back to her. How Cam kept saying Derrington was her stalker, and how Claire rushed out when she heard Massie say 'split personality disorder.'

"You have a split personality!" She snarled. That would explain his eyes. They looked so different. Glazed over, almost, but in a very harsh way. His eyes looked cruel.

Derrington looked confused. "No I don't. I'm Phil. I've been stalking you."

"Why?" Massie screamed, and before she knew it, he had knocked her down, pinning her down by her arms and legs on the bed, and was covering her mouth.

"I hate the way you think you're better than every one else. You make fun of people without even knowing who they are, you think you're the center of the universe." Derrington (Phil) whispered dangerously into her ear. "So, I've come here to kill you. It'll be perfect, I'll let you're friends out, and call the police. When the police come, you're friends will hopefully have found you, found the weapon, and they will look guilty. It's the perfect plan." He chuckled to himself.

Massie fought the urge to puke. She wasn't really scared for her own life (it had been so good, if she died a little early, she supposed that was fine) but she didn't want her friends to suffer. They were her life, her FAMILY! Massie started to squirm, but Derrington kept a firm grip on her, although he had to let go of her mouth to hold her down, and Massie spat at him. His only reaction was to chuckle.

"So, fine, kill me." Massie snarled at him, "But just don't blame my friends. Please!"

Derrington cackled. "Sorry cupcake. But I think the world will be a better place without you and you're friends ruling it."

"But…" Massie stammered. She knew if she could stall as long as possible, her friends would find a way to save themselves, and maybe even her. "No one would ever believe that they killed me. We are best friends, have been since we were like, in grade three! Every one knows that."

Derrington only smiled, although it was cruel, and didn't reach his eyes. "There are plenty of reasons. They got mad at you, because you think you rule the world, you stole one of their boyfriends, or maybe you just borrowed their top with out asking…" Derrington laughed cruelly.

Massie shook her head. "NO!" She yelled. "You can't blame them!"

Suddenly, Derrington jumped up off the bed, pulling her up with him, and threw her into a wall. Massie banged her head, and slid down the wall, in pain. She was trying to think of what she could grab to protect herself, and though of her heels. She started crawling towards her closet, her head pounding, when Derrington stood over top of her, and yanked on her hair, grabbing a fistful and pulled her onto her feet, so that her ear was inches away from his face.

The pain was excruciating. Massie thought she felt the hair pull loose from her scalp. Derrington threw her into the wall again, although this time her front was pressed against it, and she turned her head so that her right cheek was pressed into it. Derrington was holding one of her arms behind her, and was pressing his body into her back.

"Derrick…please…I know you're in there! Please, stop Phil. Fight him!" Massie pleaded, scared, and in pain.

"SHUT UP!" Derrington screamed at her.

When Massie thought her arm was going to pop out of the socket, Derrington twirled her around, and Massie thought she heard a crack, as her shoulder popped out of the socket. She tried to run away, but Derrington had a tight grip on her wrist, and slammed her against the wall again.

"I've been waiting a long time for this, Block." Derrington whispered, and she heard a knife click open. When she looked down, she saw that he had a tiny, dull looking pocket knife. "You're going to kill me with THAT?" She asked, as Derrington brought it up to her cheek.

"Yes. Say goodbye, Massie Block."

"Derrington is the stalker?" Alicia asked incredulously.

"It makes sense, though. The personality thing. I can't believe I didn't think of it." Kristen mumbled.

"But, who KNOWS what he's doing to Massie right now!" Dylan cried out. "We need to get out and help her!"

Claire started pacing around the basement, mumbling to herself. "No one gets cell service down here? Are you SURE?" Claire asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Yes, Claire." Alicia replied in a monotone voice, while Dylan and Kristen sat hugging each other.

"Seriously, you guys, what are we going to do?" Kristen asked. "I mean, Massie's up there, in trouble, we're down here, in trouble, we don't have any cell service, we're locked down here, we…."

"Shut up!" Claire yelled at her, cutting her off.

"Claire!" Dylan stood up.

"No! Shh…do you hear that?" Claire asked.

Clump, Clump, Clump

"It sounds like…footsteps." Alicia said. "So?"

Claire raised her eyebrows. "Some one's here! We're down here! Help!" She screamed, bolting up the stairs to pound on the door. Alicia, Kristen, and Dylan started shouting, too.

"Claire?" It was Cam. "What are you DOING in there?"

"Derrington locked us in here, and then he went upstairs to hurt Massie! Get us out!" Dylan yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"The key isn't in the lock!" Cam yelled back at her.

"Then pick it!" Kristen screamed, obviously frantic.

"What?" Cam asked, his voice muffled through the door.

"Make a lock pick!" Kristen answered, matter of factly.

"I don't know how!" Cam yelled, and Claire shook her head. "Then knock the door down!" She answered.

Cam exhaled sharply. "Ok, but stand back." He warned, and Claire walked back down the stairs. The four girls heard running, a loud thud, and then an "Ow. Shit!" But the door didn't budge. They heard this a few more times as Cam repeated it, and finally, after the fifth try, when the door didn't move, Cam yelled, "It's not budging!"

"Thank you, captain obvious." Alicia muttered under her breath.

"Go save Massie!" Kristen yelled, and Dylan echoed her. "Yea, go save Massie!"

"Wait! Cam!" Claire called through the door, running up the stairs again. "I'm…I'm so sorry, for not believing you." Silent tears started to run down her face.

"It's ok. I understand." Cam's voice was kind and understanding.

"Thank you." Claire whispered. And she heard his footsteps going to walk away, but then called him back. "Cam!"

"Yes?" Cam answered.

"Take a knife or some thing with you. Just in case." Claire said urgently.

"Good idea. I love you, Claire." Cam said, and Claire nodded. "I love you too!" And then he was gone.

Claire walked back down the stairs, and collapsed into a chair, sobbing.

"Guys, we need to find a way out of here!" Alicia said, now pacing, like Claire had been.

"How?" Dylan asked.

"Wait…I think I have an idea." Kristen said, and walked over to where the Blocks kept a bunch of their junk. "I wonder if they have…any tools…in here…"She mumbled to herself. "Because I can take the door off the hinges. If they have any screwdrivers…" Kristen muttered to herself.

After a few minutes, she (luckily) found what she was looking for. "Aha!" She held it up. "A screwdriver."

"All right!" Dylan and Alicia exchanged high fives.

"Get us out K!" Claire said, and jumped up.

Kristen nodded, rolled up her sleeves, and trudged up to the top of the stairs.

Cam had no idea where Massie would be, so after he searched the first floor, he quickly walked up to the second floor. He had a hunch that they would be in Massie's bedroom, so he walked quickly along the floor until he had reached Massie's bedroom. He didn't hear any thing, but swung the door open any ways. And what he saw was shocking.

(A/N Mwahahaha! I'm actually really happy with this chapter, and I updated, so you guys don't have to kill me. And you know who the stalker is, and why. I don't know much about Split Personality Disorders, though, so bear with me haha. I also wasn't going to have Cam come, but then I thought, oh, well, he needs a change to redeem himself, and be the hero. Any ways, I hope it wasn't too violent. Haha, any ways, please review, and I'll update when I get back from Mexico! There will be a couple more chapters, I've decided, so yea. Thanks guys!)