A new chapter is now up! Only a few more chapters and you will finally found out who the killler is. Any bet?

Thanks to everyone who read last chapter and thanks too to keepthefaithx, RKOAngelx, xsostarstruck, EmmaJuliee (I'm sorry for murdering Cody. Believe me or not, killing him didn't make part of my plans until I wrote last chapter) , ChainGangHottieWithKillerLegs and Nadia26 for the lovely reviews. You motivate me to fight my writer's block and to finally finish this story. This month makes one year since I started writing it.

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He tried to call police. He really tried. But for his anger nothing was working. The house phone's was without line. He went after his cell phone, but when reached it there was no sign to his surprise. After it, he went to Randy's bedroom, but couldn't find his friend anywhere inside the house. With a dead body on the living room, John had left the house to find a place where he could make a call. The call could have already been made and the police could by now be on their way, but a figure carrying a person on his arms called John's attention.

Following the person was not the smartest idea he had ever had. But what if the person on his arms was still alive and the man was going to kill her? Cody was dead and his body wasn't going anywhere. At least it wasn't going anywhere, if the killer didn't back inside the house to take it with him, which seemed to not going to happen any time soon as he was busy with another human. But this person on his arms could be alive and he could help her.

"Why am I trying to be a hero?" John asked himself. His intentions would offer the murderer another body to have fun with.

Shaking his head, John continued following in the middle of the dark night. What he didn't know was that a surprise expected him.

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Three feet above the ground, Randy couldn't move his body. His arms and legs were tied in. Since Randy woke up, he tried to release himself, but the rope was very well tied. He wanted to call for help, but his mouth was covered with duct tape.

The young adult looked around the room where he was being kept. There was only one light and wasn't enough to illuminate. He had no idea of where he was. Last thing he remembered was being at Trish's door house and her voice before everything went black. He hadn't heard anyone getting closer of him.

In the middle of the dark, a shadow moved. With difficulty his eyes followed the figure. By the size, Randy saw it was a man; a very tall man, who was carrying someone on his shoulder. He didn't let any light to touch his skin and give Randy his identity.

The man threw the naked body to a table. With more difficulty, Randy saw some strange and sharp objects on top of the table. He saw too tresses of long hair. Under the small light, Randy would say the hair was red, but wasn't sure. The red he saw could be blood and not the natural colour. Maybe it was blonde.

One of the strange objects was picked up by the killer. It seemed a long and sharp tree trunk. The man placed it on the girl's belly. His intentions were very easy to read. He lifted the tree trunk and perforated the girl's abdomen.

Randy tried to scream for the man to stop doing it. He tried to release himself. But there was nothing he could do than watch this soulless man murdering another person. He was obligated to watch this carnage without being able to stop it. Randy closed his eyes to not see. Only one thought crossed his mind: he was going to be next target.

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The three girls were facing the open door as it was their death sentence. Their only escape to freedom was one step closer to their unwanted death.

- What are we going to do? - Torrie asked after a moment of silence. She glanced at Trish and Mickie. By their expressions, she realized they were lost as she was.

- Leave the room - Torrie finally said. The hall was very dark. If they wanted to survive they needed to see the floor they were stepping. - We are going to need a flashlight

- We have been living her for more than one year - Mickie replied and receive dirty glances from Torrie and Trish. Christy too, and it didn't stop anything bad to happen with her.

- I don't think I have a flashlight in my bedroom.

- You don't have a flashlight in your bedroom. You don't have your bedroom key. But you do have boxes of condoms. How great this is! - Torrie complained only to receive a dirty look from Trish, which was ignored.

When they were about to make another search, the lights turned on. As none of them was expecting it, the trio screamed. They leaned they eyes on the door. The dark hall was now illuminated. They couldn't sense any presence. There was no shadow.

- If I'm not murdered, I'm going to die of a heart attack - Mickie commented. Her heart was beating fast. Faster each second she spent inside the place she called home.

- Let's go first to Stephanie's bedroom. Stacy might be there - the petit blonde said. - Then we go check on Christy.

Side by side, the trio stepped out of the room. They avoided looking at the stairs. If something really bad happened with Christy, they wanted to wait for news the longer they could. They didn't want to look at the stairs and be confronted with a dead corpse or a puddle of fresh blood.

Only two sounds could be heard, while they were making their away to Stephanie's bedroom: their heartbeats and their respiration. They prayed those sounds weren't enough to call attention over them.

Finally reaching Stephanie's bedroom, Torrie put her hand on the door's knob. She rolled it to her left side and then opened the wooden door. The bedroom hadn't been touched since Stephanie passed away. It was the first time they were entering inside it since their sorority President was murdered. Stephanie's parents had entered in the room, but left everything as it was. They were expecting the time to spend to have courage to pack their daughter's belongings.

- Stacy isn't here - Mickie whispered. No sign of the blood outside or inside the bedroom to their relief.

- Maybe she returned to your bedroom - Torrie proposed.

- Or maybe she kept walking until find out an open window.

- We aren't going to check every single room, right? - Mickie asked after Trish's words. - Someone is inside our house and wants to slice us. He can hear us opening and closing doors. He can hear us walking.

- I know that, but we have to find Stacy - Trish replied. She wouldn't let Stacy behind. Not after what she did to help them.

- What if he already found her? - Torrie's question silenced both Trish and Mickie.

There was no sign of Stacy inside this room. Inside the room she wanted to get in. No one could assure them Stacy was able to find an open window. No one could assure them she hadn't been found by the murderer.

- I'm going to check if she is my bedroom. - Trish ignored Torrie and all thoughts which directed to Stacy's dead.

Trish walked away. Torrie and Mickie exchanged a look. They wouldn't let Trish go alone. The two young female adults followed the petit blonde. To their surprise, they caught the petit blonde stopped in the middle of the hall. Her eyes were fixed on the stairs. With the lights open, they were able to see what Christy missed in the dark: blood spread all over the stairs' steps and handrail.

Again side by side, the three girls approached from the stairs. They were cautious with their steps to not touch the blood.

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The man was getting closer of the forest. John thought he could really be the Forest Man. It all wasn't a story. This man was real. If wasn't the fact of a car parked on the street be waiting for him and his human loading. John never felt so stupid in all his life for thinking an urban legend could exist.

He stood with the person on his arms and opened the car. Then placed the person he was carrying on the backseat. The body didn't offer resistance. Getting closer of the scene, John was offered a better look. His eyes were surprised by the scene.

His first instinct was to attack the man. He grabbed the man's shirt by the collar. John always wanted to beat the crap out of him and there was his open.

- What did you do to her?

- I didn't do anything - Dave exclaimed. He tried to pull John away but for the first time he found it an impossible task. During their last confronts, Dave pushed John away from him easily. - I found her like that.

- Bullshit. - John felt his blood boiling. He was going to hurt Dave very badly for this. He was finally going to make him pay for messing up Stacy, for messing up with his personal life. - She was at home.

- Well, I found her on the courtyard - Dave explained better. It was a pretty good surprise seeing her on the courtyard. He didn't go to her place with good intentions. He was thinking about to stir a little bit more her relationship with John so they would break up once for all. - When I found her she already looked like this.

- Why should I believe you? - John queried. Dave never gave him proves of being a trustworthy person.

- You don't have too. But if you don't take your hands out of me - Dave threatened -, I'm going to make sure you end up worse than her.

John thought for a while. After a moment of silence, he finally let Dave go. Of course, it was against his will. He was still not convinced of Dave's innocence.

The blonde lying on the car's backseat opened her hazel eyes waking up. Stacy was finally conscious. She heard two familiar voices. She tried to back on her feet, but she had no strength. Carefully she sat. She rested her head on the headrest.

Dave and John noticed she was awake and saw Stacy moving. John walked to her ignoring his conflict with Dave. She was more important than that. John knelt at her side.

- Stace - he said. John had never seen her girlfriend treated so badly. She had scratches and excoriations on her face and arms. Her dirty sweater was spotted with blood; blood which belonged to her. John's blood boiled again.

- I have to help them - Stacy whispered. She tried to move and finally put on her two feet, but John stopped her. She wasn't going anywhere in that condition. - I have to help them.

- You have to go to a hospital - John replied blocking her way out. She didn't have strength to go anywhere, to run away from him and Dave. But he preferred to prevent.

- I can't leave them. - Her tone of voice couldn't be louder. - They are locked.

His girlfriend was hurt, very hurt. She needed to go to a hospital and be seen by a doctor. Stacy needed to be taken care and she was only thinking about going to help her friends. She didn't care about her lack of health.

- I'll go help them, okay? - John proposed.

It was the only way to convince her go to a hospital. And for it to happen, John was going to make something unbelievable: Trust Dave. It was something John never thought he would do ever again. In fact, he had never really had faith on Dave. But at this point there wasn't a lot he could do to make sure Stacy was going to a hospital and treat her visible, and invisible, wounds. He had no more options.

John kissed her forehead uncertain if it was the last kiss on her soft skin. Then he twisted his body and faced Dave, who was looking at him and Stacy.

- If something happens to her, I'll kill you - John advised Dave and closed the car's door.

- Nothing is going to happen - Dave replied. He walked to the driver's seat.

John watched Stacy and Dave leaving before turning around. Something told him tonight was going to be the worst night of his life.

I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.

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Ainat