A/N: Here are the votes for the killer in my story
(don't ask for explanations why the numbers don't add up):
Lanny: 4 Jo: 2 Lizzie: 1 Paolo: 2 Claire: 1 Brooke: 1
Chapter 10: Surviving
Lizzie McGuire was panting as she examined her situation in the semi-safe bathroom.
My boyfriend is dead, stabbed multiple times by a killer hell bent on ending my life as well.
The killer is currently trying to force the door open. I've managed to wedge a clothes hamper under the doorknob and it was holding, but just barely.
The door directly behind her leads to another bedroom but it is locked to keep the killer from entering that way.
The only possible means of escape is through a window barely large enough for me to squeeze through, but the ledge is small and I might fall off the roof.
Lizzie was still trying to decide what she was going to do when the blade of the knife currently coated with Ronny's blood slammed through the door behind her. The killer had obviously decided to try and enter through there. Throwing all caution to the wind Lizzie opened the window and began climbing out. She knew for the sounds against the bathroom door that it would only be a matter of time before the killer broke through that door.
Lizzie was halfway out of the bathroom when the door to the adjourning room burst open and the killer stood gazing at his prey. Lizzie, no longer caring about the ledge shoved herself out of the window as the knife- wielding maniac lunged at her. Lizzie missed the ledge and fell from the window landed with a sickening thud on the wet grass bellow. The killer watched, as she lay motionless on the ground. Lizzie lay motionless, and from the distance she appeared not to be breathing.
The killer was not naive enough to think that she was actually dead, but knew that she would be in no shape to get very far in her current state. He then wiped Ronny's blood off the blade and proceeded after her.
~~ * ~~
Lizzie was winded, but very much alive, after crashing into the hard ground. Her whole body, particularly her legs and feet, were stinging in agony from the landing but she managed to regain her senses enough to realize she was far from safe. The bathroom window that she had fallen from was to the rear of the house. She knew that there were cars in the front yard and prayed that someone was around to help her.
Forcing herself up she hobbled slowly, her body racked with pain, towards the front of the house. She had just rounded the corner when her eyes caught sight of a very welcome sight. Ethan Craft's red Jeep Cherokee was parked along the side of the road leading to the Kessler's driveway.
"He must have arrived after Ronny and I came upstairs." She said to herself.
Lizzie suddenly felt relieved. The stinging sensation in her body was subsided as adrenaline began flowing in her body, and Lizzie found renewed strength and sprinted a little faster to relative safety. It was then that she saw a sight out of the corner of her eye that stopped her in her tracks. She knew that she didn't want to look and see but must to verify that she wasn't imagining things. Lizzie turned her head and looked at the Kessler's Garage. There, plain as day, Veruca Taylor's head was protruding from under the garage door.
Lizzie began to sob as she saw the look of terror on the girls face. As heartbreaking as it was Lizzie had to press forward. There was no point in checking to see if the girl was alive, the weight of the garage door crashing down on her neck must have snapped it like a twig. Lizzie, tears flowing down her face, began screaming for Ethan and Gordo in the hopes that they were ok and could come and help her.
Not waiting for a response though, Lizzie sprinted towards her friends SUV. As she was about to try the door handle Lizzie watched as Ethan walking out of the front door of the Kessler Family home.
"Ethan." Lizzie said loudly in relief as the young man walked out of the house. Relief immediately began to wash over the panic-stricken girl.
Ethan looked at her funny then mumbled, "run."
Lizzie was walking towards her friend when Ethan suddenly dropped to his knees and feel forward. A knife, the same one that had killed her boyfriend, was protruding from Ethan's back. From Lizzie's vantage point it appeared to be rammed into his back above his shoulder blade. Ethan's assailant walked calmly forward and yanked the knife from his back. A low groan came from the injured young man upon the blade being forcefully removed from his back. Blood oozed out of the wound as Ethan's breathing shallowed. Knife at the read, the killer moved towards his intended victim.
Lizzie, upon seeing the man remove the knife from Ethan, was already running back to Ethan's car. Fortunately for Lizzie the door was already unlocked. She quickly jumped in and locked the doors. She had guessed that Ethan's keys were most likely in his pocket, which meant that for the moment she was at least safe inside the vehicle. Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment to exhale until she heard a tapping on the driver's side window. Standing on the other side of the window was the killer.
The man stood calmly in place then extending his left hand from the inside his robes. Dangling before Lizzie McGuire's eyes were a set of car keys, specifically Ethan Craft's car keys.
Lizzie's stomach suddenly took a dive as the killer hit the keyless entry button on the remote. The lock popped up but Lizzie managed to slam the lock button before the killer could pull the door open. The killer then rolled under the car and Lizzie knew he was going for the passenger side door. She heard him try the door handle but she was holding the button so the locks wouldn't release. Lizzie's breath was heavy as she tried to figure out what the killer was planning next. The sound a the killer's knife striking the bottom of the car startled Lizzie. She pulled her feet up fearing the blade would come through the floor panel.
The distraction worked and the killer hit the keyless entry again. Lizzie heard the locks spring free again but managed to lock them before any door could be opened. The killer again hit the button and Lizzie locked them again. She heard another click but this time as she pressed the button she noticed that the locks were still in place.
Before she could contemplate what was happening there was a chime inside the car. Lizzie looked in the armrest and found Ethan's cell phone. The caller ID told her it was Ethan's dad. Hitting the send button Lizzie scream, "Help Mr. Craft, this is Lizzie McGuire. We're at Danny Kessler's house; Ethan's been stabbed..." and at that moment a roar of anger erupted from behind her as the killer jabbed his knife through the seat. The tip of the blade penetrated the seat and punctured the skin of Lizzie's left arm. Taking the phone, Lizzie turned and slammed it into the killer's face. She then pressed the automatic lock and dove out the driver's side door.
Not caring where the killer was, Lizzie ran as fast as her legs would carry her towards the house. When she was nearing the porch Lizzie saw Ethan moving ever so slightly and as she neared him he dropped something in front of her. It was a gun. Lizzie quickly noted that it wasn't a very big gun but something was better than nothing. She turned to see that the back of Ethan's car was open, that's how the killer got in. She thought briefly to herself as she looked for her would-be assassin.
At this moment in time however Lizzie's assailant had vanished from sight. Lizzie ran inside the house and locked the front door. She had contemplated pulling in Ethan but since she didn't know where the killer was panicked and thought only about surviving long enough till help arrived. As soon as the lock was in place she heard footsteps behind her. Lizzie spun around and pointed the small pistol with the word berretta inscribed on it in the direction of the noise. Standing in front of her, hands already in the air was David Gordon. Gordo reeked of alcohol and looked like he was about to piss his pants.
"Don't come any closer Gordo." Lizzie reiterated.
She felt very light headed as she stood there. She was breathing very rapidly and sweating profusely. As her nerves began to settle she slowly realized she must have really whacked her head real good when she fell off the roof. She touched the left side of her forehead and for the first time felt blood trickling from it. Gordo looked like he was going to pull something out of his pocket but Lizzie pulled back the hammer of the pistol in her hand. At this moment in time Gordo was wishing he'd never shown her an action movie.
"Lizzie.... I'm going to slowly and carefully pull out this handkerchief from my pocket."
Gordo informed her as he did just that. Lizzie watched him carefully. He removed a single white handkerchief from his pocket and placed on the table next to him. He then slowly backed away from the table. Lizzie relaxed momentarily, just for a moment then watched as Danny Kessler appeared from the kitchen with a poker from the fireplace. He smacked Gordo on the back of his head sending the dark haired Jewish boy to the ground. Danny then dropped the poker and began tying Gordo up with some bungee cord.
"Good job distracting him Lizzie." Danny said once he was sure Gordo's hands and feet were tightly bound. I went to the garage when Veruca ddin't come back with our drinks and found her dead. Gordo was the only person not in the room when the garage door came down so he must have done it.
Lizzie's heart sank. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. She had known David Gordon all her life and he would never be capable of something like this.
"I ran upstairs to find you only to see Ronny lying on the floor bleeding. I hid in my closet until a moment ago when the front door slam and heard your voice."
Lizzie looked at the man she had known her entire life. She didn't want to believe the evidence on hand but could not deny what had been presented to her.
"I crept down the stairs with my bungee cord, grabbed the poker from the fireplace and you saw the rest." Danny finished.
Lizzie hadn't been paying much attention to Danny's explaination past the part where Gordo was responsible for the death of her friend. As much as she hated to admit it, the evidence on hand pointed squarely at him.
"How could you do this to me?" Lizzie asked her longtime friend who was barely coherent.
"I trusted you... I trusted you with my heart... and my life." Lizzie said to a very groggy Gordo. "I thought I might even love you... and all this time you were trying to kill me. What kind of sick person are you?" Lizzie asked him.
"The kind that's easy to frame." An all too familiar voice called out. Lizzie turned around to see the Ghost Face killer staring right at her from the now unlocked front door. She moved away from the killer and stood next to Danny.
"Give me the gun Lizzie." Danny said, his voice shaking almost as much as his hands.
Lizzie did just that. She hoped that Danny could calm himself enough to shoot straight.
"Don't come any closer." Danny said in a surprisingly calm voice. He extended his arm and he and Lizzie slowly moved away from him. The killer took one step for ever step they took. Lizzie noted that Danny's hands had stopped shaking. She chalked it up to the fact that he was now packing a firearm and not a metal stick.
The killer had only taken three steps before he decided not to pursue his prey. He looked from the duo to the man twitching on the ground, bound and unable to move.
Gordo had regained enough of his bearings to somehow sit up. He had yet to see the killer and this was probably a good thing do to his close proximity to the man. As his eyes came back into focus David Gordon saw Lizzie and she was mouthing the words, "I'm Sorry." He noticed that her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
"What're you gonna do if I do come closer?" Taunted the killer as he pointed the knife in his right hand at Danny.
"This." Danny said pulling the trigger.
The gun discharged followed by a very audible groan.
Unfortunately it wasn't from the Killer.
"GORDO!!!" The hysterical blonde girl screamed. She watched as Danny moved the pistol from Gordo to her.
He then pulled out a small box from his pocket and upon clicking the button, Danny's voice was transformed into the voice that had come to haunt her every moment.
"Surprise Lizzie."
Lanny: 4 Jo: 2 Lizzie: 1 Paolo: 2 Claire: 1 Brooke: 1
Chapter 10: Surviving
Lizzie McGuire was panting as she examined her situation in the semi-safe bathroom.
My boyfriend is dead, stabbed multiple times by a killer hell bent on ending my life as well.
The killer is currently trying to force the door open. I've managed to wedge a clothes hamper under the doorknob and it was holding, but just barely.
The door directly behind her leads to another bedroom but it is locked to keep the killer from entering that way.
The only possible means of escape is through a window barely large enough for me to squeeze through, but the ledge is small and I might fall off the roof.
Lizzie was still trying to decide what she was going to do when the blade of the knife currently coated with Ronny's blood slammed through the door behind her. The killer had obviously decided to try and enter through there. Throwing all caution to the wind Lizzie opened the window and began climbing out. She knew for the sounds against the bathroom door that it would only be a matter of time before the killer broke through that door.
Lizzie was halfway out of the bathroom when the door to the adjourning room burst open and the killer stood gazing at his prey. Lizzie, no longer caring about the ledge shoved herself out of the window as the knife- wielding maniac lunged at her. Lizzie missed the ledge and fell from the window landed with a sickening thud on the wet grass bellow. The killer watched, as she lay motionless on the ground. Lizzie lay motionless, and from the distance she appeared not to be breathing.
The killer was not naive enough to think that she was actually dead, but knew that she would be in no shape to get very far in her current state. He then wiped Ronny's blood off the blade and proceeded after her.
~~ * ~~
Lizzie was winded, but very much alive, after crashing into the hard ground. Her whole body, particularly her legs and feet, were stinging in agony from the landing but she managed to regain her senses enough to realize she was far from safe. The bathroom window that she had fallen from was to the rear of the house. She knew that there were cars in the front yard and prayed that someone was around to help her.
Forcing herself up she hobbled slowly, her body racked with pain, towards the front of the house. She had just rounded the corner when her eyes caught sight of a very welcome sight. Ethan Craft's red Jeep Cherokee was parked along the side of the road leading to the Kessler's driveway.
"He must have arrived after Ronny and I came upstairs." She said to herself.
Lizzie suddenly felt relieved. The stinging sensation in her body was subsided as adrenaline began flowing in her body, and Lizzie found renewed strength and sprinted a little faster to relative safety. It was then that she saw a sight out of the corner of her eye that stopped her in her tracks. She knew that she didn't want to look and see but must to verify that she wasn't imagining things. Lizzie turned her head and looked at the Kessler's Garage. There, plain as day, Veruca Taylor's head was protruding from under the garage door.
Lizzie began to sob as she saw the look of terror on the girls face. As heartbreaking as it was Lizzie had to press forward. There was no point in checking to see if the girl was alive, the weight of the garage door crashing down on her neck must have snapped it like a twig. Lizzie, tears flowing down her face, began screaming for Ethan and Gordo in the hopes that they were ok and could come and help her.
Not waiting for a response though, Lizzie sprinted towards her friends SUV. As she was about to try the door handle Lizzie watched as Ethan walking out of the front door of the Kessler Family home.
"Ethan." Lizzie said loudly in relief as the young man walked out of the house. Relief immediately began to wash over the panic-stricken girl.
Ethan looked at her funny then mumbled, "run."
Lizzie was walking towards her friend when Ethan suddenly dropped to his knees and feel forward. A knife, the same one that had killed her boyfriend, was protruding from Ethan's back. From Lizzie's vantage point it appeared to be rammed into his back above his shoulder blade. Ethan's assailant walked calmly forward and yanked the knife from his back. A low groan came from the injured young man upon the blade being forcefully removed from his back. Blood oozed out of the wound as Ethan's breathing shallowed. Knife at the read, the killer moved towards his intended victim.
Lizzie, upon seeing the man remove the knife from Ethan, was already running back to Ethan's car. Fortunately for Lizzie the door was already unlocked. She quickly jumped in and locked the doors. She had guessed that Ethan's keys were most likely in his pocket, which meant that for the moment she was at least safe inside the vehicle. Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment to exhale until she heard a tapping on the driver's side window. Standing on the other side of the window was the killer.
The man stood calmly in place then extending his left hand from the inside his robes. Dangling before Lizzie McGuire's eyes were a set of car keys, specifically Ethan Craft's car keys.
Lizzie's stomach suddenly took a dive as the killer hit the keyless entry button on the remote. The lock popped up but Lizzie managed to slam the lock button before the killer could pull the door open. The killer then rolled under the car and Lizzie knew he was going for the passenger side door. She heard him try the door handle but she was holding the button so the locks wouldn't release. Lizzie's breath was heavy as she tried to figure out what the killer was planning next. The sound a the killer's knife striking the bottom of the car startled Lizzie. She pulled her feet up fearing the blade would come through the floor panel.
The distraction worked and the killer hit the keyless entry again. Lizzie heard the locks spring free again but managed to lock them before any door could be opened. The killer again hit the button and Lizzie locked them again. She heard another click but this time as she pressed the button she noticed that the locks were still in place.
Before she could contemplate what was happening there was a chime inside the car. Lizzie looked in the armrest and found Ethan's cell phone. The caller ID told her it was Ethan's dad. Hitting the send button Lizzie scream, "Help Mr. Craft, this is Lizzie McGuire. We're at Danny Kessler's house; Ethan's been stabbed..." and at that moment a roar of anger erupted from behind her as the killer jabbed his knife through the seat. The tip of the blade penetrated the seat and punctured the skin of Lizzie's left arm. Taking the phone, Lizzie turned and slammed it into the killer's face. She then pressed the automatic lock and dove out the driver's side door.
Not caring where the killer was, Lizzie ran as fast as her legs would carry her towards the house. When she was nearing the porch Lizzie saw Ethan moving ever so slightly and as she neared him he dropped something in front of her. It was a gun. Lizzie quickly noted that it wasn't a very big gun but something was better than nothing. She turned to see that the back of Ethan's car was open, that's how the killer got in. She thought briefly to herself as she looked for her would-be assassin.
At this moment in time however Lizzie's assailant had vanished from sight. Lizzie ran inside the house and locked the front door. She had contemplated pulling in Ethan but since she didn't know where the killer was panicked and thought only about surviving long enough till help arrived. As soon as the lock was in place she heard footsteps behind her. Lizzie spun around and pointed the small pistol with the word berretta inscribed on it in the direction of the noise. Standing in front of her, hands already in the air was David Gordon. Gordo reeked of alcohol and looked like he was about to piss his pants.
"Don't come any closer Gordo." Lizzie reiterated.
She felt very light headed as she stood there. She was breathing very rapidly and sweating profusely. As her nerves began to settle she slowly realized she must have really whacked her head real good when she fell off the roof. She touched the left side of her forehead and for the first time felt blood trickling from it. Gordo looked like he was going to pull something out of his pocket but Lizzie pulled back the hammer of the pistol in her hand. At this moment in time Gordo was wishing he'd never shown her an action movie.
"Lizzie.... I'm going to slowly and carefully pull out this handkerchief from my pocket."
Gordo informed her as he did just that. Lizzie watched him carefully. He removed a single white handkerchief from his pocket and placed on the table next to him. He then slowly backed away from the table. Lizzie relaxed momentarily, just for a moment then watched as Danny Kessler appeared from the kitchen with a poker from the fireplace. He smacked Gordo on the back of his head sending the dark haired Jewish boy to the ground. Danny then dropped the poker and began tying Gordo up with some bungee cord.
"Good job distracting him Lizzie." Danny said once he was sure Gordo's hands and feet were tightly bound. I went to the garage when Veruca ddin't come back with our drinks and found her dead. Gordo was the only person not in the room when the garage door came down so he must have done it.
Lizzie's heart sank. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. She had known David Gordon all her life and he would never be capable of something like this.
"I ran upstairs to find you only to see Ronny lying on the floor bleeding. I hid in my closet until a moment ago when the front door slam and heard your voice."
Lizzie looked at the man she had known her entire life. She didn't want to believe the evidence on hand but could not deny what had been presented to her.
"I crept down the stairs with my bungee cord, grabbed the poker from the fireplace and you saw the rest." Danny finished.
Lizzie hadn't been paying much attention to Danny's explaination past the part where Gordo was responsible for the death of her friend. As much as she hated to admit it, the evidence on hand pointed squarely at him.
"How could you do this to me?" Lizzie asked her longtime friend who was barely coherent.
"I trusted you... I trusted you with my heart... and my life." Lizzie said to a very groggy Gordo. "I thought I might even love you... and all this time you were trying to kill me. What kind of sick person are you?" Lizzie asked him.
"The kind that's easy to frame." An all too familiar voice called out. Lizzie turned around to see the Ghost Face killer staring right at her from the now unlocked front door. She moved away from the killer and stood next to Danny.
"Give me the gun Lizzie." Danny said, his voice shaking almost as much as his hands.
Lizzie did just that. She hoped that Danny could calm himself enough to shoot straight.
"Don't come any closer." Danny said in a surprisingly calm voice. He extended his arm and he and Lizzie slowly moved away from him. The killer took one step for ever step they took. Lizzie noted that Danny's hands had stopped shaking. She chalked it up to the fact that he was now packing a firearm and not a metal stick.
The killer had only taken three steps before he decided not to pursue his prey. He looked from the duo to the man twitching on the ground, bound and unable to move.
Gordo had regained enough of his bearings to somehow sit up. He had yet to see the killer and this was probably a good thing do to his close proximity to the man. As his eyes came back into focus David Gordon saw Lizzie and she was mouthing the words, "I'm Sorry." He noticed that her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
"What're you gonna do if I do come closer?" Taunted the killer as he pointed the knife in his right hand at Danny.
"This." Danny said pulling the trigger.
The gun discharged followed by a very audible groan.
Unfortunately it wasn't from the Killer.
"GORDO!!!" The hysterical blonde girl screamed. She watched as Danny moved the pistol from Gordo to her.
He then pulled out a small box from his pocket and upon clicking the button, Danny's voice was transformed into the voice that had come to haunt her every moment.
"Surprise Lizzie."