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Me again! Thanks everyone for the nice reviews! And some not to nice ones... *cough cough*Kate and Georgie*cough cough*

Guys, all I have to say on that matter is that if you are going to flame, have the courage to sign in. Though I will understand if your computer is screwed up or you don't have a name, but please. BE BRAVE! I will not flame you back just because you flamed me, well unless your story SUX. (Must be written in caps.)

Right anyway, onto the story, but first a word from our lawyers!

Lawyers- If I owned Lizzie, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, now would I? Though owning Gordo wouldn't be too bad...

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"Uh, should we do something about Danny here?" Miranda asked, looking grossed out. And she had every right to be. If you had to stay in a room with a killer on the loose, and the room had a dead guy with a pencil through his head, wouldn't you be a bit grossed out? I thought so.

"Just, like, put him in a closet or something." Kate said. She looked down and started to polish her nails. Everyone turned to look at her.

Lizzie spoke up, "Go right ahead."

Kate looked up. "What, me? Um, no! I just got these done!" she cried.

Everyone now turned to look at Larry. "Oh fine! But he's not dead!" he sighed and yanked up Danny by the back of his shirt, then dropped him abruptly. "He's not breathing and he's really cold..." he trailed off.

The was a group "Duh!" and Larry picked Danny back up. This time he threw him in the supply closet. Ethan, doing something intelligent for once, pulled the overhead screen down to hide the threatening message. The words had dried and were now a brownish color. The color of dried blood.

"That message is written in blood!" Miranda shrieked suddenly. Once again, everyone jumped. Gordo pulled up the screen and, sneaking one last glance at Lizzie, looked at the message closer.

He pulled the screen back down and said, "Yep. It's blood alright. Although who's, I can't say."

"EW, gross!" Kate screeched. "We're going to get AIDS or something!" (AN- No offence to anyone who would take that offensively, but its a Kate-ish thing to say.)

"Kate, please." Gordo said, rolling her eyes. "We are not!"

The lights suddenly spluttered and died again. All three girls screamed and ran out into the hall way.

"Right, so now they'll be a cloaked figure running behind us, but we'll never see him." Larry said. Everyone turned around to look behind them as a cloaked figure ran across the hallway where they were looking before.

They continued down the hallway and nearly ran into Mr. Digg.

"Oh, Mr. Digg." Larry sighed in relief. "Please, how did you get us to think you killed Danny?" Larry slapped Mr. Digg on the back. "It was a very good hoax, we almost believed you!"

"Speak for yourself." Miranda muttered and then looked up.

Mr. Digg fell to his knees, and then flat on his face. A pair of sliver, shiny scissors protruded from his back.



























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Kate screamed and ran. The rest of the group followed suit. They reached the front office and tentatively stepped in. Lizzie stood closely by Gordo. Gordo smiled to himself and wrapped an arm around her protectively.

"I'm scared, who is the killer? What do they want?" Lizzie whispered. She looked like she was trying hard not to try.

"I don't know, but I know we'll make through this. Together." Gordo whispered back.

Lizzie smiled and Larry looked nervous. "This is not supposed to happen. Mr. Digg can't be dead!" He suddenly had an epiphany. "I know! The people who we suspect die!!"

Miranda and Kate peered out the door of the room. They heard a squeaky rolling, like a cart rolling down the hall.

"The janitor!" Miranda gasped.

"Don't say it!" Larry yelled.

"He's the murderer!"

"No, he's not the murderer."

The six crept out into the hall. "Why couldn't it be the janitor?" Miranda asked.

The janitor was slumped over his cart. Larry grabbed him by the back of his shirt and said simply, "Because he's dead."

Kate, Lizzie, Miranda screamed and everyone ran back to the office.

Kate spotted a pay phone in one corner and shrieked, "We can use it to get out of here!"

Ethan yanked the phone off of the hook and the cord snapped. "Yeah, we can beat the killer over the head!"

Everyone groaned. Their only means of connection to the outside world were snapped. Suddenly, the phone started to ring. Ethan picked it up and said, "Hello?" the person on the other end appeared to be talking because Ethan responded with a, "Uh huh. Yes. Okay." Then he hung up.

"Who was it, what did they want?" Kate asked impatiently.

"Oh, it was the killer. Said he wants to kill us." Ethan replied.

An eerie tune came over the PA system. "Welcome to Hillridge junior high! Where you are gonna die!"

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K, let me get one thing straight about this chapter. It's a spin off of the BMW episode, so it's gonna have some things from the show. Don't like, don't read. That simple. However, you can flame all you want because it's cold here and I could use some warmth, especially for my room at night! Remember to review!