Author's note: To begin with, I never watched any gameplay for the final product of Party Hard 2, until now.

Believe it or not, I was confused that Darius was a drug instead of just a simple person, so I had decided to revamp PH2 a little differently. Hence, this serves as the sequel to Getting Away With It All, which is an alternate take on the first Party Hard game. This will be also be somewhat longer and lengthier than GAWIA when it comes to the number of chapters, too.

Also, this introduces not only the beautiful Marena, but also the eccentric fanatic known as Wannabe and a couple of OCs to the mix. So, enjoy!

Also, also, I don't own anything or anyone from Party Hard 2.

Also, also, also, I highly suggest you read the original Getting Away with It All fanfic if you wanna catch up to GAWIA2.

Getting Away With It All, Until...

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(Katie's POV)

My name is Katie West. You probably don't know who I am, but soon you will. As you can see, I have been slowly climbing the ropes as a nearly full-fledged serial killer for a couple of years.

However, I didn't begin this on my own. It all started when I attended a party held by my now former classmates from college, and just when things were going so smoothly, a strange man came in and crashed it in the worst way possible.

His name was Darius, and just when he was ready to do away with me, I convinced him that I can help him with his dirty deeds. All because my father, John West - who as of now, is already dead after a bloody massacre at the local police station caused by Darius and me - didn't want me going down the path of all things decadent.

While getting to know him, I learned that Darius was fed up with people partying, and wanted to kill them all. I became very intrigued by this, so much so, that I insisted I learn the basics by invading a concert / party in Miami, and he ended up complying.

After that, we both sealed the deal together as a Bonnie and Clyde-esque duo with a tryst on the beach, but when my dad caught us both later on, we got separated. Luckily, I was able to follow them back to California, and as I've mentioned before, poisoned my dad and simultaneously killing him (aside from killing most, if not all, his colleagues with my new ice pick).

And here we are, in the autumn of 2005. Though Darius and I had gone our separate ways, we still kept in touch, often sending suggestive text messages indicating that if we'd meet again someday, we might spend a much-needed night of pure passion together.

Right now, though, I was laying low (sort of) while he was conducting 'business as usual'...

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(Darius's POV)

They're like rats...in this city, drenched in cheap booze and filth. They just exist, wallowing in their pathetic ordure. Well guess what: it's time to exterminate them!

I had stationed myself near an alley outside the 24 nightclub, noticing a back door that was closed shut. There was also a guard there, on the lookout for any nuisances.

While he was looking the other way, I crept out from behind a wall, and grabbed him. He had noticed, and was about to attack me when I sliced his throat open. As he hit the ground, I searched his pockets and found what appeared to be a lock-pick.

After unlocking it, I kicked the door open, and began to explore the club without getting caught. Walking towards a group of four people talking and hanging out, I brought out my knife, stabbing the first victim in the torso, and one of the victims screamed as she noticed me, before running off to call the cops on me.

I follow that up by plunging my knife into my second victim's head several times, and he collapsed onto the floor. Blood was already pouring from him, not to mention a few chunks of brain matter were also present on both the floor and the knife.

Pursuing the woman, I was able to locate her about to dial up 911. I lunged for her, pushing her to the wall, and strangling her by the neck with the phone cord. I also sunk my blade into the middle of her throat, and she would slouch onto the ground, completely dead.

The fourth and last one of the group attempted to attack me with a beer bottle that he had just broken. While he narrowly sliced at my right arm, I kick him in the groin, and quickly stab him in the stomach. I look around briefly, before taking the man's body, and bringing it outside.

There, I found a dumpster bin, and I was able to hide his body in it. When I got back, I turned my attention to a dancing couple on the dance floor. I went after the man first, breaking his neck and slamming my blade into his crotch.

The woman screamed as I began my pursuit of her, and when she ran straight into the womens's restroom, she attempted to hide. Using one of the empty stalls, and locking the door, she was whimpering in fear as she hoped I wouldn't find her in any of them.

Fortunately, I could hear her noises, so I climbed up onto of the stalls, and from above, located her. When I was able to slide into the stall, she panicked and screeched again. I just cut through her torso, causing the area to bleed gradually, and shoved her head into a wall several times.

As she laid there on the toilet dead, I unlocked the door, and quickly got out. When I returned, my last target was the DJ, who was clearly troubled as to what was going on.

I crept from behind him, and just as he was about to notice, I stab one of his hands with my knife. I follow it up by slamming his head into the turntable at least ten times, before the music would abruptly stop and he slumped to the ground.

People were screaming nonstop, and while they contacted the police, I would narrowly escape the club. I grinned as I flipped the bird with both hands for a bit, before I got out of there.

What I wasn't aware of, though, was that a young, fairly unattractive guy with bleached blond hair was the only one that wasn't freaking out. Rather, he was quite impressed as to how I handled the killings with such flair.

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(Katie's POV)

"Hello, Miss Grey. May I help you?" a waitress asked.

"Yeah, I would like some French toast with a side of orange juice, please."

"Allright, then."

As the waitress left to get my food, I began looking into today's newspaper while at a local diner. It was simply 'meh' from the get-go, and I never really cared about the articles found. That is, until I found an article that made my jaw drop.

'24 Nightclub in Shambles: Mysterious 'Party Hard Killer' Strikes Again!'

It had been a while since I've last heard of Darius, and that brought a huge smile to my face. I began to eagerly read the article from beginning to end, though I suddenly became surprised by the end when it said this:

'...However, one of the survivors was seen praising the killer's antics, and believing him to be some sort of follower, was quickly detained. It is unclear whether he will be set free or sent to a psychiatric hospital.'

Isn't this a coinki-dink, I thought to myself. When I finished reading, the waitress came back with my food. I used my wallet to pay up, which just so happened to once belonged to someone else. Luckily, I was able to take her identity as a whole. I always made sure no one knew as to who I really am.

Though at the same time, I was curious as to what Darius could possibly be up to next...

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Up next: Brady's and the rise of Wannabe.

With love for my fans,

Chrissy