I've just started posting my FanFiction, I love criticism but not too harsh. All of the characters belong to the Archie comics. And I hope you enjoy, I update every Saturday. Most chapters are about 1k but I write many chapters, as well as multiple in a week so none the less, RR
Betty's POV:
I hear a blood piercing scream...I scramble out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen.
"Mom, Mom!" I shouted, I looked down to see a pool of dark red blood at my feet. I looked up to find a figure in a black hood holding a kitchen knife. I scream in terror.
I wake up to a to a blood piercing scream...my own.
"Betty! Betty are you alright, honey," my mom
chanted, while running into room and checking my forehead for fever.
"I'm sorry, I woke you up mom, it was just a bad dream"
"It's okay, Betty, as long as your safe" my mom breathed a breath of relief, and brush my blonde hair out of my eyes.
"Goodnight mom"
"I love you, Betty"
I never got back to sleep after that, I was much to shaken up.
I put my hair in my signature pony tail and tried to shake off last nights dream.
When I got to school I told my closest friends Jughead, Veronica, Kevin, and Archie, about my nightmare from last night.
"It sounds like your dad's is giving you PTSD," Kevin said looking deep in thought.
"Maybe," I agreed.
Last month me and the gang, including Cheryl, Josie, Toni, Moose uncovered the identity of the black hood, Riverdale's serial killer, my father. He was threatening my moms life when I hit him in the back of the head with a fire poker.
"It's okay, Betty" Veronica comforted me.
The bell wrang interrupting all of our thoughts, we then gathered our belongings and went to class.
Veronica's POV:
As Mr. Fleming droned in about the importance of literature, I thought of what my best friend, Betty was going through right now. I completely understand what she's going through right now. Her dad got arrested, turned out to be a murderer and a crazy person, and justified what he was doing with absolute ludicrous. Look at my dad -a mafia drug dealer, everything wrong about Betty's dad plus more crazy is the making of mine.
Riverdale is a small town where the saying "nothing every bad happens in small towns" is put to hell. In the past year we've been through murderers, a rapist, drug dealers, and gangs.
My question for my friends is what's going to go wrong in Riverdale next.
The bell rang and I walked out the door of my dull English class to be paused by my Archiekins, who greeted me with a kiss.
"Well good morning to you to," I laughed in reply.
"Morning"
"Your in a good mood," I commented, as we hit our lunch and walked towards the back of the cafeteria.
"Well there is a lot to feel good about"
"What exactly," I pressed.
"Well for starters, you finally told me you love me back. Then we unmasked the black hood. And then my dad and I finally finished the tactor we were rebuilding"
"Well I guess we all should be in a good mood then," I said as we walk to the spot we're the gang usually ate lunch. But it was unusually quiet.
Archie's POV:
As the gang sat down for lunch, we all ate in mostly awkward silence, which was quite strange for our rowdy gang.
"So Jughead, only one burger today?" I gave him a questioning look and raised my eyebrow at him. He started laughter.
"You can always buy me another one, I'm running low on cash"
"I would if I wasn't sure you already has several for breakfast" that seemed to have broken the silence since everyone seemed to now be talking to one another.
"Hey Archie?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah"
" If you're an American coming into the bathroom, and an American coming out, what are you in the bathroom?"
"What the hell kind of joke is this?"
"European"
" I didn't know you had a new thing for terrinble dad jokes" In response he just through a muffin at me.
"Thank you" I said while biting into it.
This year is going to be a much better year than the last, I thought.
Jughead's POV:
As my life simply revolves around the complications, mystery, and lugubriously high crime rate of the town Riverdale.
"So Jughead, only one burger today," Archie interrupted my thoughts.
"You can always buy me another one, I'm running low on cash" I responded, him not realizing I was serious.
He responded and started talking to Kevin also not realizing I'd tuned out, otherwise I'd have probably made another dry comment, that they would have laughed at, soI continued getting lost in thought.
I understood why I was on edge yet still relaxed at the thought of this calm day to others. My father was home, sober, with my mother and Jelly Bean. My bests friends were with me in the school I love. And my beautiful girlfriend Betty had her thin arms wrapped around me with she laughed at some random "dad joke fight" between Kevin, Moose, and Archie.You could inderstand the thrill of only worth about my English assignment on Moby Dick rather than my life. Today was a good day, but I feared my the rest of this year.
3 weeks later
Blood covered the floor and I wondered why we Haden's all left earlier.
Presant
As I walked to the front door I noticed a little box outside with my name on it: Foresythe Pendleton Jones III.
"Hey dad is this yours?" I called to him, but seeing as no one replied I suspected he was at the movies withJelly Bean and Mom. I stepped in side our trailer in search for a box cutter, for we did not own scissors.
Inside was a brand new Canon EOS 6D III camera, something my parents could never afford, but inside there was a little card that said, a gift.
Unfortunatly little did I know this would be the first of many both good ... and bad. Though luckily at the time I was quite curious to know what admirer of mine would secretly gift me a 400 camera