Chapter 6
Wednesday
Allison rolled over groaned, and shuddered from the coolness of the ice pack against her swollen, bruised head. She slowly started to open her eyes, but everything was a blur of color and light. Blinking a few times, her vision became clearer. She looked around, and discovered that she was in her own room, at her house. A sharp pain shot through her body; she had a pretty nasty gash on her head. She tried to lift her head, groaned, then let her head fall back down onto the pillow.
Her mother came into the room upon hearing Allison's groan. "Alli? Are you alright?" she asked.
Allison nodded slightly and said nothing. She knew that if Tom was to be caught, Stephanie would have to do it herself. Maybe...
* * *
Stephanie hung her head as she walked down the halls to the band room. She was surprised to find that not one person was getting their instruments out. They all had scared looks on their faces. Oh man. Déjà vu, she thought, Not good...
It was then that she noticed the letters in red ink on the white board in front of the band room. It said:
Mr. Greene, behold! This is true:
The band I am sick of killing; I'm through.
Through this message, it may be crude,
You have been warned: the next victim is YOU!
Stephanie gasped. She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
"It's terrible, isn't it?" said a voice from behind her.
Stephanie turned around. It was a mellophone player, Julie. "Tom's taken this way too far." whispered Stephanie.
They looked at each other, then looked down. Both hoped that the message was fake, that it wasn't true...
Wednesday
Allison rolled over groaned, and shuddered from the coolness of the ice pack against her swollen, bruised head. She slowly started to open her eyes, but everything was a blur of color and light. Blinking a few times, her vision became clearer. She looked around, and discovered that she was in her own room, at her house. A sharp pain shot through her body; she had a pretty nasty gash on her head. She tried to lift her head, groaned, then let her head fall back down onto the pillow.
Her mother came into the room upon hearing Allison's groan. "Alli? Are you alright?" she asked.
Allison nodded slightly and said nothing. She knew that if Tom was to be caught, Stephanie would have to do it herself. Maybe...
* * *
Stephanie hung her head as she walked down the halls to the band room. She was surprised to find that not one person was getting their instruments out. They all had scared looks on their faces. Oh man. Déjà vu, she thought, Not good...
It was then that she noticed the letters in red ink on the white board in front of the band room. It said:
Mr. Greene, behold! This is true:
The band I am sick of killing; I'm through.
Through this message, it may be crude,
You have been warned: the next victim is YOU!
Stephanie gasped. She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
"It's terrible, isn't it?" said a voice from behind her.
Stephanie turned around. It was a mellophone player, Julie. "Tom's taken this way too far." whispered Stephanie.
They looked at each other, then looked down. Both hoped that the message was fake, that it wasn't true...