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"God, are you guys ok?" Nick asked as he ran to the door and let Carl out.

"Yeah, uh, we're fine," Jimmy muttered as Nick helped him up.

"Cindy, you alright?" Jimmy asked.

Cindy grabbed the nearby wall and pulled herself up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Did he stab you?" she asked, very concerned.

"Just a little on the arm," he told her. Betty walked up to him and ripped some of her dress off. She wrapped it around his wound.

"So what happened?" Nick questioned as the three others walked up to them.

"Well, he was chasing me, so I hid in the classroom," Carl nervously said.

"And then we fought him. He ran off when he heard you coming," Cindy finished.

Nick rubbed his chin and paced around for a minute. "Ok, everybody in here," he said as he walked into the classroom Carl had hid in.

Everyone took a seat on the desks. Just as Nick was about to talk, the phone rang again. "I don't want it!" Libby yelled as she tossed the phone to Cindy.

Cindy sighed as she pushed the talk button. "Alright, what do you want!" she angrily shouted into the phone.

"Oh, a feisty one. I like that in a victim," the killer laughed. Cindy was about to hang up on him, but Nick desperately gestured not to. "So," the killer went on, "do you like scary movies?" He then hung up.

"Alright, listen up!" Nick shouted. Everyone stared at him. "That was a direct quote from a horror film. This guy's obviously playing by the book. So, here are some rules to stay alive." Everyone nodded and listened intently.

"Rule one. Never split up again. It's the biggest mistake that anyone makes in the movies. And if for some strange reason you have to, make sure your groups are no smaller than four.

Rule two. Virgins never die in horror films. But since we're all eleven, that probably doesn't apply here.

Rule three. Be careful who you trust. The killer could be one of us," he said. Everyone moved a few inches away from each other.

"Rule four. And this is the most important rule. The killer won't die easy. You could fire a clip full of bullets at him and he'll still keep going. The only sure fire way to kill his is to blow him up, decapitate him, or shoot or stab him in the head. And once he's down, finish him. Slice his head off. It's gross and cruel, but you've got to do it.

Rule five. Kill him when you get the chance. No hesitating or monologues. I know you're going to want to gloat about beating him, but don't.

Rule six. Never hang up on the killer. It just pisses him off and makes him want to kill us even more. That's about it."

Everyone sat in silence for a moment, trying to take it all in. Carl nervously brought something up. "What do you mean; the killer could be one of us?"

Nick sighed. "There weren't too many people in school today, and most, if not all, of them left when the bell rang. Don't discredit anything yet."

"What makes you so sure that this guy is going to use all of these clichés? How do we know he's not standing outside the door with a machine gun?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, if he was, wouldn't he fire it right now? Besides, he's wearing a mask, stabbing people, and taunting us via a phone. Plus he quoted a horror film. The dude obviously wants to have fun with this," Nick explained. "So, you all understand?"

The class nodded and stood up from their desks.

"Then let's go," Nick told them.