Chapter 2:
Police cars surrounded the home of the late Pamela Jefferson, hushed radio voices coming from inside each. Reporters tried to push past crime scene officials to get a chance to talk to her mourning parents. The image was total chaos. Some of Pamela's friends stopped by to see what happened but the police chief wasn't letting anyone in.
"We don't know yet what happened, but one girl's dead so let's stop with the questions so we can do our job here." Chief Kelly was recalled saying at one point. "There'll be more answers in the coming hours."
The citizens of Roxbury had always felt they could carelessly leave their doors unlocked at night, but now even that had changed. A 15 year old girl had been brutally murdered in the dead center of town. Many neighbors of the Jeffersons would be experiencing a few sleepless nights for a while.
The Next Day:
Roxbury High School: morning. The students streamed into their respective classes, some telling others about the grisly death of a fellow classmate the night before. A few close friends of Pamela were in a huddled group, supporting each other. Later, at lunch, a few students sat together discussing the crime. Bobby Felton, Cassandra Rhinehart, Mitchell Stubbs, and Jennifer Perez.
"This is all so bizarre." Jennifer said. "Did you hear they're even thinking about putting the town on a 9 o'clock curfew?"
Bobby chimed in. "That doesn't make any sense. I heard she was killed long before then. Hell, my family was probably eating dinner at the time."
"Ugh. I don't even think I can finish my lunch." Cassandra added as Jennifer nodded her head at Bobby. Mitchell crunched a carrot stick in silence.
"Oh come on, it's not like she was disemboweled or anything. She just had an ax in her face." Bobby retorted.
Cassandra made a disgusted face. "Uh! You are so crude Bobby. A girl that we used to hang with is dead because of some psycho asshole; one that could be sitting right here at this table."
"I never hung with Pamela Jefferson. Maybe YOU did, but I didn't." said Bobby.
"Ok just chill, you two." Came from Jennifer. "A fellow student was killed last night. We should at least act like it might have been one of us, ok?"
Later, when school was out for the day, Jennifer and Cassandra walked home together and Mitch and Bobby went to football practice. They were on the school's varsity team. It was a grueling day of running drills and patterns and when the team was finished, the players all headed for the showers.
After coming out of the showers, Bobby noticed that he was the only one still in the locker room. He shrugged it off and went about dressing to go home. As he was combing his hair, he heard something. It sounded like a locker door opening. "Hey, is someone still here?" He yelled.
No one answered.
He picked up his gym bag and headed for the door, when the noise came again. "Who's in here? Mulrooney, is that you?" He stepped back into the middle of the locker room and looked down each row of lockers to see who had made the noise. "This isn't funny. You know that, right?" Still no response. Bobby was getting mad. He rushed into the last row of lockers before looking where he was going. Almost on top of him was a masked figure with a huge machete. It was the same ghost-faced murderer that was responsible for the death of Pamela.
"What the fuck is going on??" Bobby stammered and tripped over his own foot. The figure came straight at him and swung the machete at Bobby's face. The blade sliced through his jaw like a hot knife through butter. "Ah God!" he shouted. Not completely without defense, Bobby used his youth and vigor to plant at least one good punch to his attacker's midsection before falling back on his ass. The cloaked figure wheezed for a moment but got back up just as fast and started for Bobby again.
Luckily, Bobby was already on his way out the locker room door to safety. The figure wasn't stupid enough to follow, and Bobby never saw him/her again. Now at least one student had a glimpse of what Pamela must have gone through, and Bobby was alive to tell everyone about it.....
Police cars surrounded the home of the late Pamela Jefferson, hushed radio voices coming from inside each. Reporters tried to push past crime scene officials to get a chance to talk to her mourning parents. The image was total chaos. Some of Pamela's friends stopped by to see what happened but the police chief wasn't letting anyone in.
"We don't know yet what happened, but one girl's dead so let's stop with the questions so we can do our job here." Chief Kelly was recalled saying at one point. "There'll be more answers in the coming hours."
The citizens of Roxbury had always felt they could carelessly leave their doors unlocked at night, but now even that had changed. A 15 year old girl had been brutally murdered in the dead center of town. Many neighbors of the Jeffersons would be experiencing a few sleepless nights for a while.
The Next Day:
Roxbury High School: morning. The students streamed into their respective classes, some telling others about the grisly death of a fellow classmate the night before. A few close friends of Pamela were in a huddled group, supporting each other. Later, at lunch, a few students sat together discussing the crime. Bobby Felton, Cassandra Rhinehart, Mitchell Stubbs, and Jennifer Perez.
"This is all so bizarre." Jennifer said. "Did you hear they're even thinking about putting the town on a 9 o'clock curfew?"
Bobby chimed in. "That doesn't make any sense. I heard she was killed long before then. Hell, my family was probably eating dinner at the time."
"Ugh. I don't even think I can finish my lunch." Cassandra added as Jennifer nodded her head at Bobby. Mitchell crunched a carrot stick in silence.
"Oh come on, it's not like she was disemboweled or anything. She just had an ax in her face." Bobby retorted.
Cassandra made a disgusted face. "Uh! You are so crude Bobby. A girl that we used to hang with is dead because of some psycho asshole; one that could be sitting right here at this table."
"I never hung with Pamela Jefferson. Maybe YOU did, but I didn't." said Bobby.
"Ok just chill, you two." Came from Jennifer. "A fellow student was killed last night. We should at least act like it might have been one of us, ok?"
Later, when school was out for the day, Jennifer and Cassandra walked home together and Mitch and Bobby went to football practice. They were on the school's varsity team. It was a grueling day of running drills and patterns and when the team was finished, the players all headed for the showers.
After coming out of the showers, Bobby noticed that he was the only one still in the locker room. He shrugged it off and went about dressing to go home. As he was combing his hair, he heard something. It sounded like a locker door opening. "Hey, is someone still here?" He yelled.
No one answered.
He picked up his gym bag and headed for the door, when the noise came again. "Who's in here? Mulrooney, is that you?" He stepped back into the middle of the locker room and looked down each row of lockers to see who had made the noise. "This isn't funny. You know that, right?" Still no response. Bobby was getting mad. He rushed into the last row of lockers before looking where he was going. Almost on top of him was a masked figure with a huge machete. It was the same ghost-faced murderer that was responsible for the death of Pamela.
"What the fuck is going on??" Bobby stammered and tripped over his own foot. The figure came straight at him and swung the machete at Bobby's face. The blade sliced through his jaw like a hot knife through butter. "Ah God!" he shouted. Not completely without defense, Bobby used his youth and vigor to plant at least one good punch to his attacker's midsection before falling back on his ass. The cloaked figure wheezed for a moment but got back up just as fast and started for Bobby again.
Luckily, Bobby was already on his way out the locker room door to safety. The figure wasn't stupid enough to follow, and Bobby never saw him/her again. Now at least one student had a glimpse of what Pamela must have gone through, and Bobby was alive to tell everyone about it.....
