Lady Murder

Chapter 14: Enjoy The Show

LaShawnna, Bridgette and Amira all sat on the couch as Geoff paced the floor. "She was there, I saw her, if only I had been quicker…" He put a hand to his head as tears started to brim in his eyes. "Do you realize what this means?" He licked his lips silently, but then he started to talk in between choked sobs as he lost all control. "Do you realize that EVERYONE from Total Drama is going to die?"

LaShawnna decided to speak up. "Listen. What we need to do is round up the cast, OK? We need to get all of them together." Her eyes went hard, thinking of Heather and how much she had sometimes wanted her dead. Why did this have to happen? "There's strength in numbers."

Bridgette, who hadn't spoken in awhile, suddenly piped up. "There's only one Lady Murder. See how she's picking us all off slowly, one by one?" Geoff stopped pacing as he realized Bridgette did have a point. So far, none of the victims had come in twos.

"What about the cartooning business?" Amira said, chewing her lip. "I like the teaming up idea, but this situation doesn't call for wishful thinking. There were fifteen people in the business who were killed."

LaShawnna shrugged. "She hasn't done anything like that since. And it's a good idea to do something other than sitting around and waiting for more."

Geoff actually felt himself calm down. "OK then. We need to get some phone numbers."

The room was quiet. It seemed like every time things were beginning to progress, they just faded and made things worse.

Amira smiled weakly at all of them. "Hey," she said, catching their attention. "It's a start."

Over the next few days, the group tried to round up some of the cast, with little luck. Those who they could contact weren't willing to come to the town where all of this was happening, and many people said they would have to think about it. But it wasn't the time to think.

It was time for action.

It was bright in the morning when Bridgette woke up to get the paper. As she sat down at the table, hearing Geoff's loud snores in the next room, she flinched when she saw a piece of paper laying on the table.

It was torn and burned on the edges. Written in scratchy hand writing was her name- "Bridgette".

She took it in her hand carefully, but then flipped it over and read it furiously fast.

1400 Westfield Road

Wispy Sunny Oaks Asylum

Midnight

Room 834

Come on Bridgette. You know you want to!

Your loving Princess,

Lady Murder

Oh, and by the way- I'm not gonna kill you. Yet. Just thought you might enjoy the show!

Bridgette felt her head spin. She jumped as she heard Geoff enter the room, yawning, looking at her with a smile. "Watcha got there babe?"

She looked at him blankly, and something made her hide the paper behind her back. "Nothing." She whispered, wondering why she felt so guilty. "Just reading the paper, is all."

Later, as Geoff went off to work, Bridgette sat and turned the paper around in her hands. She knew where Wispy Sunny Oaks Asylum was. It was just off the edge of the road, always bustling with alarms and junk. You could always get a visitors pass, but who wanted to?

She highly doubted that she could get away with getting the police involved. Lady Murder was too smart for that- she obviously had different methods for whatever scenario Bridgette decided to take.

Bridgette felt herself smile wickedly as she reached under the bed for her gun. She was going to follow Lady Murder's rules, alright- but this time, she was going to have the upper hand.

She told Geoff she was going out to do some late night shopping at the Speedy Mart- and although Geoff almost felt himself question her, he decided not to. She was so sad now a days, and the thought of making even one comment made him remember her tears.

She put the gun in her purse, hopped in the car and drove.

She couldn't remember feeling this nervous in her life, but she also felt great. She was going to end this- was going to end Lady Murder, once and for all.

Meanwhile, back at her house, Geoff was watching TV. He jumped as he heard the phone ring. He mentally face palmed himself. Was this truly how scared he was these days? "Hello?"

"Hey Geoff, Wassup?" Amira quipped, her small voice happy through the receiver.

Geoff knew what this was. Amira had been trying to act all optimistic around them all so that they may catch on. Geoff wanted to say that it wasn't working, but it kind of was. "Nothing, just watching TV."

"Where's Bridgette?"

"At the Speedy Mart."

Geoff felt himself stiffen as silence filled the line. "Amira?"

Amira's voice came out shaky. "Speedy Mart closes at nine."

Geoff hopped up, running over to the table to find his car keys. "What…?" He looked to an old torn piece of paper. It had an address, the address for the old asylum on the edge of town.

Come on Bridgette. You know you want to!

He felt himself start to cry. "No."

Back in the car, Bridgette was pulling up to the asylum. She felt her brain crashing down on her, telling her this was a bad idea, but she grasped the gun and felt strength. She was going to do this.

She looked at the clock. 11:45. Might as well hurry up, she thought.

As she walked into the building, she saw the large metal detector you had to walk through. Shit.

As she entered in, a man took her purse and said that no bags were allowed in. She was about to protest, but decided that would seem suspicious. She made her way through, without her bag- without her gun.

She sat in the waiting room, trying to figure out how she would get into the room since she was sure to not be on the visitors list. A lady called out 'next', and Bridgette looked around. No one else was in the room. She sighed, thinking that it was now or never.

"Room 834?" She tried.

"Name?" The woman asked in a monotone, chomping on her gum.

Bridgette flinched. "Bridgette Teeger."

The lady's expression didn't change. "Yup. You can go in."

"Wait," Bridgette said in disbelief. "I'm on the guest list?"

The woman looked at her suspiciously, causing Bridgette to stand straighter. "I mean, OF COURSE I'm on the list. Why wouldn't I be?" She hurried through before the woman could say any more.

The rooms had large black numbers carved on wood. 832, 833…

834.

Bridgette opened up the door, slowly but surely.

She screamed.

Geoff and Amira ran into the hospital, running past the woman. She called for security, but they just ran faster.

Through the doors, where was she-

Geoff felt his breath catch as he saw Bridgette standing in a doorway.

She turned to them, tears running down her face, choked sobs in her throat, screaming like a mad woman herself.

Amira looked into the room as Geoff leaned down and held Bridgette. On the floor was a dead body and five bottles of bleach. The dead body had small drips of bleach pouring from their mouth, and large cuts on their arms, face, and legs. Blood was running all over the floor, coating the room in red.

Bridgette screamed into Geoff's chest as he recognized the body immediately.

Amira ran across the room, taking a piece of paper that was sitting by the open window and reading it.

I've killed that crazy bitch! She is dead! Thank you!

Maybe I might just kill your crazy ass too!

People are getting feisty, and too little, too late!

I'll save the best for last…

I promise, it will be GREAT!

Your Loving Princess,

Lady Murder

Amira read the note out loud, emitting more screams from Bridgette. Geoff felt his throat go dry as he announced the name that was hanging in the air, the one that belong to the corpse before them.

He spoke slowly, his words thick. "Izzy."

A/N: Out of all the stories I've ever written, this has to be my favorite!

OK, so a few things I wanna point out: Wispy Sunny Oaks in actually Wispy Sunny Pines, or at least that's what it was called in Psych. I couldn't think of a good name for a asylum. –shruggs-

Also: ROOM 834? 8 is T, 3 is D, and 4 is I when you are texting on your phone.

Just little things I fit into the story.

Thanks for reading!