Chapter Two: The Homecoming Game

Every Westerberg High was at the homecoming game that night. It was the Westerberg Rottweilers vs. the East High Razorbacks, with the former just barely staying ahead in the game.

Veronica sat in the stands, trying to discreetly look at the boy selling slushies.

"Drool much, Veronica?" Said a voice that Veronica knew way too well. She turned around and saw Heather Chandler, the Queen Bee of Westerberg High.

Heather looked at her two minions behind her, Heather Duke and Heather McNamara, expecting them to acknowledge her joke. They both awkwardly laughed in response.

"Pfft, no, I-I was just, um, d-deciding on w-which flavor t-to get," Veronica said anxiously, before walking over to the slushie booth.

"Greetings and salutations, do you want Cherry or Lime?"

Veronica awkwardly laughed at his adorable smile, before uttering "Cherry."

While JD was getting her slushie ready, she was trying to work up the courage to ask him to the dance.

When he was done, Veronica pulled out her wallet.

"Actually, this one's on the house," JD said. "You deserve it after the way Jack the Ripper treated you."

Veronica awkwardly laughed again, unsure of what to say, before uttering a quick "Thank you," and walking away.

That went well. Veronica sarcastically thought.

Later that night, everybody was leaving the stadium after the Rottweilers won the game.

"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home?" Martha asked Veronica.

"Yeah, it's fine. You guys go on home," Veronica said to Betty and Martha.

The two girls gave a quick goodbye to Veronica before leaving. She sat on a bench right outside the stadium, waiting for her mom to pick her up.

However, Veronica grew impatient as more people left the area, leaving her completely alone.

She pulled out her phone and called her dad.

"Hello?" Her dad asked.

"Hey Dad, can you come p-"

It was then that she noticed the shadowy figure standing several feet away.

A figure with a knife and a Jason Voorhees mask.

Veronica closed her eyes, hoping that this was just a figment of her imagination.

But when she opened her eyes, he was still there.

And he started to walk towards her.

"Don't come any closer! My dad's a cop and he's on his way!"

"Veronica?! What's going on?!" Charlie asked.

Instead, Veronica just dropped her phone and ran.

She ran as fast as she could, which wasn't saying much considering that she was never a good runner.

Vincent did always get on her back about she ran with T-rex arms.

The Shredder continued to chase Veronica until they hit the football field.

By this point, Veronica's legs started to slow down a little and the Shredder tackled her to the ground.

"DON'T HURT ME!" Veronica yelled fearfully.

The Shredder quickly moved his knife to Veronica's heart, but she was able to move a little bit, and he got her shoulder instead.

Veronica yelled in excruciating pain as thunder roared and lightning struck the sky.

The strangest part of it all was that the Shredder appeared to be in pain too. In fact, his shoulder got the same scar as hers.

"Get away from her!" a voice said before gunshots were heard.

The Shredder quickly ran off while Charlie tended to Veronica.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. I've got you," he reassuringly told her.

"It-it got him too," Veronica said weakly, like she was out of it.

"You're in shock," Charlie told her before making a dispatch. "I need officers at Westerberg High now! An ambulance is also required!"

Veronica's memory from the rest of the night is hazy. She remembered Betty and Martha being at the hospital, worried about her. She also remembered her parents fighting.

"It wasn't my fault! I only had one glass of wine!"

"You had more than one and you know it!"

"It was only one!"

"WE ALREADY LOST ONE CHILD! DO YOU WANNA LOSE ANOTHER ONE, TOO?!"

After that, the voices from the outside world vanished. Veronica could only hear the voices that kept whispering, "Sleep. Rest now."

The last thing she heard before falling asleep was, "La Dola."

The Shredder woke up to the sound of his alarm and turned it off. There's normally nothing off about this simple activity, but there was an exception that day.

Why?

Because his hand was smaller and he was in an unfamiliar room.

What's on my chest? He thought before he looked and saw breasts.

The Shredder immediately jumped out of bed, hoping that this was some sort of nightmare.

He looked around the room. He knew that he was in a teenage girl's bedroom, that much was obvious. He then noticed pictures of this girl with her parents and a boy around her age. A boy that was obviously her twin due to the amount of birthday photos.

He then walked into the bathroom, and saw himself. He was definitely a teenage girl, with short dark brown hair and eyes of a lighter shade. He reached towards the reflection with one arm and touched his face with the other.

Yep, he wasn't dreaming.

Then, he heard voices downstairs, causing a sinister idea to enter his mind.

When Veronica woke up to the sound of her alarm, she didn't expect her nose to be met with the scent of dead animals.

She also didn't expect to see a large hand smack her clock.

Veronica immediately jumped out of bed, yelping.

Only her voice didn't sound like her own.

And her bedroom now had dead animals hanging from the ceiling.

She found a full-length mirror and was shocked to see the Sherwood Shredder staring back at her.

She screamed and fell down, scrambling away from him.

But his reflection did the same too.

Veronica decided to test the reflection, to see if her theory was true.

She raised herself slowly off the floor, and walked towards the mirror. She touched her face, and moved her jaw around.

It was then that she realized that her theory was correct.

Needless to say, she screamed for the second time that day.

A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNN!

Thanks to inkyfrosting3217 for beta reading!

Thoughts? Any constructive criticism is welcome!

P.S. I do have two Heathers fanfics on here. They're called "The Beast Inside Of Me" and "Veronica Versus The Intersect" if anyone wants to check them out :).