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Chapter 6:
Everyone stared at Lita in shock. Her eyes darted back and forth. "Okay, you all think I did this right?"
"No, we don't." Trish said calmly patting Lita on the shoulder.
"Maybe you don't," Test said coldly, "but I do."
"Come, Test. Do you really think that Lita would kill Matt?"
"She said it herself that she would like to kill Matt."
Trish glared at Test as she continued to comfort Lita. "Listen everyone, we all need to get our coats on and go outside. There's something you all need to see." Kurt commanded leading the way into the living room. Steph pulled her black pea coat on and began searching for her green scarf. Where is it? It was right here? Steph decided to forget about it and followed the group outside to the woodpile. Stephanie gasped. There on the side of the mansion written in red blood were the words. "Who's Next?"
"I know who the killer is!" Test yelled.
"Who?" Stacy said her sad blue eyes peering into his.
"The killer is..Goldberg!"
Everyone groaned and Chris threw a snowball at him. Stephanie caught a glimpse of Trish standing next to him and felt herself growing angry. Before Steph knew what she was doing she had run over to Trish and knocked her into the snow. Trish gasped in surprise. Steph slapped her hard across the face before two strong hands pulled her off Trish. "Steph, cool it!" Kurt yelled.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"You can't just take things that don't belong to you!"
"What?" Trish's face filled with confusion.
"You stole my scarf." Steph growled.
Trish touched the green scarf hanging around her neck. "I didn't mean to. I must have picked it up by accident."
"Just like you stole my boyfriend by accident!" Steph stopped cold in her tracks. Had she really just screamed that Chris was her boyfriend? She glanced around at the group, some like Test and Hunter were trying hard not to laugh while Dawn Marie and Kurt looked astonished. "I, I," Steph glanced at Chris who was staring at her in disbelief. She couldn't take the pressure and tore off back into the mansion.
Stephanie threw herself on her bed and cried. How could she have been so stupid? It was just a scarf. Steph wiped a few tears from her cheek. But Trish was so lucky. She had everything; she had Jericho. Stephanie pulled a book out of her suitcase and sat there reading it for the longest time. Trish came in once but quickly left upon seeing Stephanie. Steph decided to get away from everyone and take a walk in the woods. Who knew, maybe she'd get lucky and the murderer would kill her and she wouldn't have to come back. She snuck downstairs and grabbed her coat. Her scarf wasn't hanging there; Trish probably had it again. She shrugged and headed out the door and into the woods.
Everything was so beautiful, so peaceful. Stephanie wished she could escape here to the woods forever. But she had to go back before everyone got worried. Like they really would. She headed back towards the towering manor. Her shoes and pants were soaked from the high mounts of snow so she climbed the staircase to the second floor and pushed open the door to the room she shared with Trish. Trish was lying in her bed, her back facing the door. Steph felt a little bad about going off on Trish earlier so she thought she'd be the bigger person and offer Trish and apology.
"Trish, about earlier. I overreacted about the whole scarf thing and I don't know where that whole boyfriend thing came from. So, I'm, I'm sorry." Steph's apology was greeted by silence. "Trish?" Steph placed her hand on the blonde's shoulder and pulled her towards her. Steph tried to scream but nothing came out. Trish's lifeless blue eyes stared up at her; around her neck tried tight a green scarf.
A/N: So, Sable, Christian, Matt and Trish are dead. A killer is among them, but who will next? Hope you enjoyed. More soon, I hope.
Chapter 6:
Everyone stared at Lita in shock. Her eyes darted back and forth. "Okay, you all think I did this right?"
"No, we don't." Trish said calmly patting Lita on the shoulder.
"Maybe you don't," Test said coldly, "but I do."
"Come, Test. Do you really think that Lita would kill Matt?"
"She said it herself that she would like to kill Matt."
Trish glared at Test as she continued to comfort Lita. "Listen everyone, we all need to get our coats on and go outside. There's something you all need to see." Kurt commanded leading the way into the living room. Steph pulled her black pea coat on and began searching for her green scarf. Where is it? It was right here? Steph decided to forget about it and followed the group outside to the woodpile. Stephanie gasped. There on the side of the mansion written in red blood were the words. "Who's Next?"
"I know who the killer is!" Test yelled.
"Who?" Stacy said her sad blue eyes peering into his.
"The killer is..Goldberg!"
Everyone groaned and Chris threw a snowball at him. Stephanie caught a glimpse of Trish standing next to him and felt herself growing angry. Before Steph knew what she was doing she had run over to Trish and knocked her into the snow. Trish gasped in surprise. Steph slapped her hard across the face before two strong hands pulled her off Trish. "Steph, cool it!" Kurt yelled.
"What the hell was that all about?"
"You can't just take things that don't belong to you!"
"What?" Trish's face filled with confusion.
"You stole my scarf." Steph growled.
Trish touched the green scarf hanging around her neck. "I didn't mean to. I must have picked it up by accident."
"Just like you stole my boyfriend by accident!" Steph stopped cold in her tracks. Had she really just screamed that Chris was her boyfriend? She glanced around at the group, some like Test and Hunter were trying hard not to laugh while Dawn Marie and Kurt looked astonished. "I, I," Steph glanced at Chris who was staring at her in disbelief. She couldn't take the pressure and tore off back into the mansion.
Stephanie threw herself on her bed and cried. How could she have been so stupid? It was just a scarf. Steph wiped a few tears from her cheek. But Trish was so lucky. She had everything; she had Jericho. Stephanie pulled a book out of her suitcase and sat there reading it for the longest time. Trish came in once but quickly left upon seeing Stephanie. Steph decided to get away from everyone and take a walk in the woods. Who knew, maybe she'd get lucky and the murderer would kill her and she wouldn't have to come back. She snuck downstairs and grabbed her coat. Her scarf wasn't hanging there; Trish probably had it again. She shrugged and headed out the door and into the woods.
Everything was so beautiful, so peaceful. Stephanie wished she could escape here to the woods forever. But she had to go back before everyone got worried. Like they really would. She headed back towards the towering manor. Her shoes and pants were soaked from the high mounts of snow so she climbed the staircase to the second floor and pushed open the door to the room she shared with Trish. Trish was lying in her bed, her back facing the door. Steph felt a little bad about going off on Trish earlier so she thought she'd be the bigger person and offer Trish and apology.
"Trish, about earlier. I overreacted about the whole scarf thing and I don't know where that whole boyfriend thing came from. So, I'm, I'm sorry." Steph's apology was greeted by silence. "Trish?" Steph placed her hand on the blonde's shoulder and pulled her towards her. Steph tried to scream but nothing came out. Trish's lifeless blue eyes stared up at her; around her neck tried tight a green scarf.
A/N: So, Sable, Christian, Matt and Trish are dead. A killer is among them, but who will next? Hope you enjoyed. More soon, I hope.