Chapter Six: An Imposter Among Us

"Who knew little Veronica Sawyer could be such a crafty beaver?" Ram Sweeney said to his buddies at the old mill that night, caressing one of "Veronica's" butt cheeks.

The Shredder then slightly pulled him down by the collar. "I can't wait to kill you," he whispered, knowing that Ram wouldn't believe the actual meaning behind those words, before walking away.

"She definitely wants me," Ram said.

The Shredder opened the door, looked back at JD, before leaving. He may have liked the Dean kid earlier, but now he was just a nuance. He'd been watching the Shredder from afar since the party was announced.

And if the Shredder wanted to kill everybody at the party, JD would have to go first.

"Wait, stop the car," Veronica said to Martha once they got close to the old mill.

"What is it?" Betty asked.

"It's the Shredder," Veronica replied, looking at the mini-putt place across the street. There, the Shredder broke a window on the door, causing a bloody hand.

Veronica gasped. "What's he doing with my hand?!"

"Uh, Ronnie," Martha said. "I think we have more important things to worry about," she said, noticing that Beanie Deanie was following the Shredder.

"He's gonna kill him!" Veronica said.

"You know what? Divide and survive," Martha said to her friends. "Betty, you get Beanie Deanie out of there. Veronica, you go catch… well, yourself."

"And what will you be doing?" Betty asked.

"I'll be the getaway driver."

"Oh, no no no no! You are going in there with us!" Betty argued.

"I've already broken too many laws today! I will not risk death too!"

"Guys!" Veronica interjected. "May I remind you that every second we spend arguing, we are one second closer to Beanie Deanie's death?"

This mini-putt place was decked out for Halloween. Werewolf animatronics, Grim Reaper statues, you name it. It was all there.

"Veronica? Where'd you go? I just want to talk with you," JD said.

"JD!" A familiar voice yelled.

"Veronica? Are you ok?!"

"Come help me!"

"Ok, I'm coming!"

Betty and Veronica walked into the mini-putt course, quietly. They saw where JD and the Shredder through the security footage, noticing that they were still in separate rooms.

Then, they both picked a golf club for safety. "You go that way," Betty whispered, pointing to the right, "and I'll go this way," she said, referring to the left.

"Ok," Veronica quickly mustered, before they went their separate ways.

Then, they heard the Shredder ask JD for help, and discreetly quickened their haste.

JD entered the same room as "Veronica," and noticed "her" bloody hand. Just as he was about to question it, somebody came in from the opposite exit. JD turned around and screamed when he saw the "Shredder," not noticing that the real one was about to stab him with an extremely sharp kitchen knife.

Veronica violently shoved JD out of the way, sending him to the ground. Betty then entered the room from the same end as JD, just as Veronica knocked the Shredder unconscious with her golf club.

JD then got up and ran away.

"Don't let him get away! He'll call the cops!" Betty yelled.

Veronica never ran so fast in her life.

"Help! Help!" JD yelled desperately while he was outside running.

He stopped when an unexpected force broke through a fence and knocked him out.

"Sorry Beanie Deanie," Veronica whispered, as she lifted him into her arms.

"What happened?!" Martha questioned as soon as she saw Veronica carrying Beanie Deanie and Betty dragging the Shredder by his arms.

"Stopping a murder, that's what happened," Veronica replied. "Now, how are we doing this?" she asked once she got to the car, referring to the seating arrangement.

"How 'bout you sit in the middle between them? That way the Shredder won't wake up and instantly kill JD," Betty said to Veronica.

"Oh no! You are NOT leaving this psychopath next to one of my best friends!" Martha said. "It may be Ronnie's body, but we're putting it in the trunk!"

And that's what they did.

Shortly after that, the group of five was at Martha's house. The Shredder was unconsciously tied up to a chair. JD was asleep on the couch, a bag of frozen peas on his head.

He started to regain consciousness when he felt a manly hand stroke his face while saying, "He looks so cute when he's sleeping."

JD screamed once he saw who that voice belonged to.

A/N: Y'all probably know who it is, lol.

Thoughts? Any constructive criticism is welcome!

Thanks to inkyfrosting3217 for beta reading as always!