A/N: omg I am so freakin' sorry……I had originally written a chapter but I hated it and never got around to rewriting it…ok enough excuses, you can read the story now.

Edwin Mellophone Hands Chapter 3: Edwin comes out

            The band stared at their director expectantly but he just shrugged his shoulder and went right on with the lesson, "This piece will make the perfect addition to the third movement. I expect you to begin practicing today and have it memorized in one week's time."

The band didn't really pay attention to what the director was saying. They didn't really care, no matter what they did they never got better. No one was going to practice; a few more notes and a couple more pages of drill weren't going to make the band any better. The bell rang and the period was over, but quickly before anyone had a chance to move the Director asked if Katrina (a/n hey what can I say Kim and I like "K" names) would stay after class as soon as she put her instrument away.

Katrina looked around wondering what she had done wrong but decided delaying it wouldn't help her. She quickly finished with her instrument and walked to the director's office. "Ah, Katrina, I just wanted to talk to you about one little thing. Seeing as how the band has no mellophones, which we really need, and you are our best saxophone player, I was wondering would you consider switching to mellophone. Reading the music would be exactly the same and I'd heard you already had some experience with a brass instrument."

Katrina sighed, she had been somewhat expecting this. She had played French horn until 8th grade when there weren't enough alto saxophones (a/n I know this never happens but humor me) "Yes, I used to play the French horn" Of course this was said a bit dejectedly, because like all the other band members she had heard rumors of what had happened to all the mellophone players in this band.

The directors eyes lit up, he could tell she would play mellophone for him, "Would you consider playing mellophone for me? Only for marching band if you like you could still play the saxophone if you really wanted to."

Once again Katrina sighed, "Yes, sir" the words were so quiet the director could barley hear them.

"Good! There are many mellophones in the instrument storage room. They are nearly new, and in almost perfect condition. You can pick any of them." The director was very pleased, for at the end of the piece "The Missing Mellophone" there was a part, at the very end, where the mellophone returned. He was so busy thinking of how great the show would be, even though every one had doubted him seeing as how he was so new, he didn't even notice Katrina silently leaving the office.

Unbeknownst to both of them they were being watched. Hidden in the vent in the office. He had witnessed the entire conversation and the more he had heard the angrier he had gotten. One thought flickered through his mind, one that stood out from all the others. That girl must not be allowed to play mellophone. She must be stopped at all costs.

That afternoon Katrina walked home from school, she only lived a couple blocks away. Of course since she was an honor student she had stayed after school to use the library. Well actually use the Internet. She didn't exactly live in the richest part of town, her family could not afford one of the newer computers, one that didn't take 2 hours to download a single web page, and even if they could the cost would be too high. So Katrina stayed after school and did all her web surfing there. Well anyways she had to hurry home, night was coming on quickly, she did not live in the nicest of areas after all.

She walked quickly down the sidewalk, hair blowing in the wind. "Kaaaatrinaaaa…"

The voice came out of a dark alley she had past only moments ago. The voice had morphed her name, stretching the "a's" in a way the made her uncomfortable. Even though she had seen situations like this many times on television, she turned around and called back, "Who are you? What do you want? How do you know my name?" questions fired rapidly one after the other.

"Kaaaatrinaaaa…….cooooome clooooser….IIII wiiill teeell youuuu." The vowels were all stretched long as if the person had not spoken aloud in years. Against her better judgment Katrina took a few steps towards the alley, hugging her binder tightly to her chest as if it could protect her from danger.

Without warning a hand grabbed her wrist pulling her into the alley. She was shoved roughly against the wall. A small gasp escaped her. She looked up but could see nothing of her attackers face, he was wearing a mask. She looked down at her wrist where the hand squeezed tighter; they hand was horribly mangled, it looked nothing like a human hand, more like a mellophone though it was hard to tell in the light of the alley. She barely stifled a scream of horror. "W-w-w-who are you?"

Slowly her attacker removed his mask and said "I am Edwin Mellophone hands."

Something hard hit Katrina in the back of her head as the world turned black she heard cold laughter, it seemed to fill her, and then it was gone.

A/n kind of a typical ending but hey I got another chapter out. review ok?