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Episode 36:

Grave for the Guilty

-Frankie-

Sunday morning of February 25, Frankie ascended the dorm stairs after PTV. Crecha held her back from their classmates to keep a safe distance. Frankie, for her part, kept her head down and complied.

A commotion at the top of the stairs caught her ear.

Crecha gripped her arm, "Stay behind me, just in case."

Frankie kept her mouth shut as she obeyed. When they reached the sophomore floor landing, her eyes widened for there in the midst of the clambering crowd stood Blondie.

"Hey!" shouted Frankie as she stepped out from behind her sister. Everyone shot her a strange look. She lowered her head and took tentative steps forward, "Uhh, hi Blondie. Crecha and I missed you too."

Crecha stood behind Frankie like a bodyguard and grunted, "Sup."

Blondie pinched her nose, "Woo wee, I think I'll let you guys get a shower, this stench is too much."

Lagoona laughed and waved, "Okay we'll see you down in the chow hall." Everyone dispersed to their respective dorms.

Frankie smiled as she opened the door, "It's been a long five months since you've been gone."

Blondie glanced around the room, "Why is it so empty in here?"

Crecha hissed as she tossed off her clothes, "Because those in the other dorm are pure evil."

"Evil?"

"Yeah, Billy and Twyla have gone on a murdering spree. Took out Cleo, Robecca, Evie, and Faybelle. Tried to take you out too," Crecha strutted towards the latrine, "I'd watch my back if I were you."

Blondie rolled her eyes as the latrine door closed, "Wow, she's as friendly as ever."

Frankie grabbed her shower gear with a sigh, "Everything has been insane since Cleo and Ghoulia died. Crecha took it pretty hard since it was her jolt that hit Ghoulia." She shook her head, "Not that we would have had a chance to help her, LT Delahaye absorbed her into this weird bag so we don't have her body."

Blondie grimaced, "Yeesh, remind me to avoid LT Delahaye."

Frankie chuckled as she neared the latrine, "Yeah, see you in a bit."

Frankie informed Blondie of all that had transpired on their way downstairs. Once in the chow hall, everyone sat at the same table, much to the dismay of Crecha, who stabbed her food as she ate.

Billy grimaced as he told Blondie about how Cleo, Ghoulia, Faybelle, Evie, and Robecca had all died.

Frankie's eyes widened, "You pushed Cleo?".

Crecha snapped her fork in half.

Blondie punched him in the arm repeatedly, "How…how could you?"

Billy winced and held up his other arm to shield his face, "I know, I know but you weren't there you didn't see-"

Blondie held her fist in the air, "I didn't see what? How you let Faybelle's word get to you?"

Billy put his arm down and sighed, "I got nervous okay. You were hurt, I didn't see who did it and-"

"Evie! Billy. Evie threw it at me, how did you not see her," Blondie scowled.

Billy raised an eyebrow, "Evie?"

Blondie nodded, "She was by that ruby inlay throne thing on top of that one gold pile."

Billy sucked his teeth and looked up, "Oh. The… yeah, I remember that chair, I didn't see anyone by it though, but that makes sense. Wow, Evie? I wonder why?"

Crecha snorted as she grabbed her tray and walked away.

Frankie stood up, "Hey, wait for me."

Abbey glanced at her watch, "We discuss later, time for class. Must not be late."

Frankie caught up to Crecha and followed her out of the chow hall, "What's the rush?"

Crecha balled her hands into fists as she grumbled, "Evie's dead and Blondie is shifting the blame. Well, I see right through her."

"I don't think Blondie is lying…"

"She's terrified Frankie," Crecha turned sharply on her heel and hissed as she leaned close, "You remember Twyla's ability don't you? If Twyla doesn't think she's liked she'll slip into shadows and slit their throat."

"No one has died in their bed, its all been rather violent."

"That's just," Crecha's eyes darted about the hall as it filled with students. She grabbed Frankie's hand and dragged her towards the hall of windows for class.

When they sat at their desk Crecha leaned over and whispered, "She's a boogey monster and daughter of the boogeyman, nightmares are her thing. Everyone is too terrified at night to sleep, so she terrorizes us in the day. Darling and Cleo were the only ones who could stand up to her. Evie and Faybelle were too self-absorbed to observe her evil machinations and were taken out because she didn't like-"

Crecha lowered her head and opened her book mid-rant as their classmates entered the room.

Frankie sighed as the bell for class sounded. After a few minutes of the lesson, Twyla slid a piece of paper to Blondie and smiled. When Blondie looked away Twyla slid into her shadow.

Crecha obscured her face with her book as she hissed, "I warned you about them, didn't I."

Frankie furrowed her brow when Twyla did not emerge, "Yeah… you did."

It was only when the bell signaled the end of class that Twyla stepped out of shadows and grabbed her things. Billy appeared next to her and removed what looked to be pink dust from her hair. Twyla grabbed his hand with wide eyes and ran out of the room with him.

Crecha grumbled, "It would seem they're trying to correct a botched murder."

Frankie scowled as she slid out of her seat, "Maybe we should just talk to them and stop all this speculation. It's not very nice."

Crecha nodded as she lurched towards the door, "Yes, we should."

Frankie sighed as she and her sister followed Billy and Twyla to the latrine area.

Inside the latrine, Twyla stood in front of the sink as she shook more of the pink dust-like substance out of her hair.

Twyla glanced at them, "Hey, watch where you step, I kind of got nightmare sand everywhere."

Fast as lightning, Crecha crossed the room. With her hands Twyla's neck she shouted, "You evil conniving shade! How dare you and your goons disassemble Robecca. She was the nicest sweetest most polite person to ever be built. What did she ever do to you, huh!"

She punctuated her last word with a bolt of electricity.

Twyla flew backward through the stall door. It smashed the toilet bowl and flooded the floor with water. Twyla groaned as she tried to rise.

Frankie held her hand up tentatively, "Crecha, I thought you were just going to talk to her."

Crecha sneered, "Don't worry about my methods Frankie, just wait for the results."

She pounced onto Twyla and grabbed Twyla's head as her bolts sparked white-hot "No convenient answer for your crimes this time, huh! How about I jolt your memory!"

She sent another surge of electricity through Twyla.

Twyla screamed, "Ahhhhh! I didn't disassemble Robecca. AHHHHHH!"

Frankie screamed, "STOP!"

"Stay over there Frankie!" Crecha upped her voltage output, "And you are a LIAR! I saw you and your flirty boy toy drag a Robecca popsicle to the infirmary."

She shocked Twyla again, "Don't even try to deny it. You may have fooled everyone into thinking you're innocent but I know you."

Frankie stepped forward but slipped in the water and hit her head on the floor. She winced as she rose, "Crecha… stop!"

Crecha punched Twyla in the face with a charged fist, sending sparks flying. Had Twyla's hair not already been wet she would have caught fire.

Frankie gasped, "Oh my ghoul! Crecha that's too many volts!"

"Stay quiet Frankie," Crecha leaned over Twyla and sneered, "I saw how you looked at Billy. You couldn't stand it, him loving someone else. So you killed her! In cold blood! It was an open and shut case. Everyone knew you were guilty, but you couldn't leave it there. You just had to keep digging, you had to keep sneaking around. You had to get your boy back. So, you killed more people, then you killed more and I guess your blood lust wasn't sated because you killed Robecca too. Well, you may have gotten what you wanted but you are going to lose everything you have."

Crecha sent multiple jolts of electricity into Twyla. Blood oozed from Twyla's nostrils as smoke rose from her burning hair.

Frankie put her hands together and begged, "Crecha… please stop, you're killing her."

Crecha shook her head, "Nothing she wouldn't have done."

The latrine door opened but there was no one there. Frankie turned towards the door, "Hello? Billy?"

Crecha hopped away from Twyla as she turned towards the door, "Get away from my sister, you perv!"

She held her hands up and created a lighting field in the room, the lights flickered on and off before the glass shattered and the only light was from Crecha's attack. Multiple lightning bolts zipped through the air until something on Billy caught fire. Crecha smirked when she saw Billy's flaming form, stop drop and roll through glass shards, "Frankie we have a class to attend, let's go."

Frankie covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh my ghoul! Crecha, their hurt! We can't-"

Crecha grabbed Frankie and pulled her out of the latrine, "Let's go, Frankie, they each got what they deserved."

Frankie ripped off her own arms to pull away, "What is wrong with you!"

Crecha held the arms as she whirled on her, "What's wrong with me? Have you no sense! He openly admitted to killing Cleo. Would you have me do nothing!"

Frankie turned on her heel and marched towards the infirmary, "Two wrongs certainly don't make a right."

"They left me no choice!"

Frankie's own arm was thrown against her head. She made it follow her as she continued forward, "You always have a choice. We all do-" Her head was yanked back as Crecha grabbed her hair. Frankie made her arm smack her sister, "You can't stop me from doing the right thing."

"Do you think I like hurting people? Do you think I enjoy it?"

"I don't even know who you are anymore!"

"I'm the only true friend you have left at this school."

"Abbey-"

"That cold-blooded yeti hasn't tried to spend any time with you all year. She prefers her solidarity, just leave her that way."

Frankie stomped Crecha's foot as she struggled to get away, "Leave me alone!" She gasped as the bolts were ripped from her neck. She turned with wide tear-filled eyes, "Crecha?"

Crecha gripped the bolts in one hand as she held Frankie's arm in the other, "I don't want to have to do this but if I have to lock you in our dorm to keep you safe until graduation I will. I'd rather not do that. I know how much you enjoy learning but my options are dwindling here."

Frankie's lips trembled as her face crumpled, "Are you threatening me now?"

The bell rang and Crecha's demeanor shifted. She glanced at the bolts and Frankie's arm and smiled, "Ah, we'll be late to class."

Frankie leaned back as her sister jogged over to her.

Crecha cheerily returned her bolts to their rightful place and helped reattach Frankie's arms, "Sorry about that, this year has been a bit crazy."

"Crecha?"

"I would never do anything to hurt you, Frankie," Crecha pulled her close and hummed a cheerful tune, "Remember to take good notes, we want to be able to pass finals with no worries."

"Crecha!"

Crecha kissed Frankie's cheek, she maintained a smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes, "We'll need to help Blondie catch up on all the homework she missed, right?"

Frankie cringe-smiled back and nodded, "Ah, yeah. We can."

"Great, glad we can agree."

Frankie entered the classroom and took her seat, her eyes never leaving Crecha. This is not the sister that I know. Twyla said she got nightmare sand everywhere, could it have something to do with how Crecha is acting now?