Chapter 5

"Jude, who was that?" asked Callie.

"It was the killer. He said that they got the wrong guy."

"I knew it wasn't him!"

"So what should we do now?" asked Mariana.

"For now, let's just wait for Stef." answered Lena.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." said Taylor, wanting to leave.

Lena took her hand and stopped her.

"No, you can't go anywhere by yourself! You may be in danger!"

"I can take care of myself."

She struggled to escape, but Lena was holding her tightly.

"Taylor, please, you can't do that! If something bad happens to you, then..."

A police car stopped in front of the house. Stef got out of it. She ran to them.

"I came as fast as I could. Where is the killer?!"

"I-I don't know..."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I can't believe it!" Stef said, tears in eyes. Then she asked: "Is everyone alright?"

"Yes, mom, we are fine." answered Callie.

"Wait for me here. I gotta go check all around the house. You stay here, I'm gonna call Mike."

Everyone nodded. Stef took out her phone and ran to the back of the house.

"Mike, you gotta come here..."

Connor was squeezing Jude's hand, supportive, while Taylor was impatiently waiting.

A few minutes later. Stef returned.

"There's nobody back there..." she said, regretting.

"Mom, what should we do? Will this killer be caught or what?" asked Jude. Desperation in his eyes.

Stef looked at him and caressed his cheek.

"Of course, sweetheart. I promise you. We will soon figure out who did all of these."

Mariana erupted again:

"Promises, promises and promises! That's all you can do, huh? Instead of sweet-talking and promising nothings, what about... I don't know... ACTUALLY doing something about it and finding out who the fuck killed Jesus?!"

Stef sighed, saddened.

"Mariana, it's not that easy. He tricked us."

"Of course he did. If we are going to let this sick bastard trick us, then he won."

"I'm sorry for interrupting your monologue moment, but I really have to go home. It's getting really late. My parents are probably worried by now." said Taylor.

"I'm going to take you home." said Stef.

"Thank you."

Another police car stopped. Mike got out of it. He ran to Stef.

"What's happening?" he asked.

"The killer was here." answered Stef.

"What?! When?!"

"About half an hour ago."

"Oh my god..."

"Jude said that the killer called him."

"Really?! What did he say?"

"He said that we got the wrong guy. Timothy was framed."

Mike frowned, concerned.

"Mike, could you please check all the house? I have to drive Taylor home."

"Sure."

And with that said, Mike went inside the house, gun in hands.

"C'mon, honey. Let's take you home." Stef said, taking Taylor's hand.

"Finally."

But Stef stopped and turned around.

"Oh, Connor, would you like to come with us?"

"No, I'm going to call my dad to pick me up."

"Are you sure? I can drive you home too if you want."

Connor thought for a few seconds, then said a little bit shy: "Okay..."

"Come on then."

They entered Stef's police car. She drove away.

Not too later, Mike went back outside, regret on his face.

"There's nobody inside."

Callie sighed in frustration.

"I'm sorry..." he said.

"Yeah, sorry. Jesus! Will this ever end?" said Callie, overwhelmed.

"We should do something about it!" exclaimed Mariana.

Mike answered:

"No, you shouldn't. I assume all my responsability for everything that has happened so far. You almost died tonight... and I wasn't there for you..."

"Mike, you couldn't have known that a psycho killer was going to attack us this night, now could you?" asked Jude.

"Jude, I am the police officer in this town. Everything that's happening around here is my duty. Of course it is my fault. I'm really sorry..."

Mariana said:

"Again, everyone is really really sorry but nobody does anything about it! Someone killed my brother, and until I figure out who, I'm not going to give up on catching that crazy fuck."

And with that said, Mariana entered the house. Angry. Quick on her feet.

The next day, Jude was at his locker. He saw Taylor coming to him.

"Hey, Jude." she shyly said.

"Hi, Taylor."

Jude closed his locker and started walking, books in hand, Taylor following him.

"Hey, Jude... I am really sorry for how I acted yesterday. I wasn't myself that night."

Jude stopped walking and looked at her.

"Hey, Taylor, it's alright. You were scared. I understand you. We all were."

Taylor nodded. Then she asked:

"So, what happened after I left?"

"Nothing actually. Our house is going to be under police protection 24/7."

"That sucks."

"It may be safer this way."

A few moments of silence.

"Hey, did you find out where Brandon went?"

"Yes, he said he went to Mike's house."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

It took a few moments for Jude to register what he just said. Something was suspicious. Why would Brandon go to Mike's house, all by himself, when there's a killer on the loose, and especially, why would he go there, if Mike wasn't home? They didn't think about it until now.

"Oh, crap."

"What's wrong, Jude?"

"No, nothing. Let's go. We have maths now."

"Gah, I hate maths."

"Tell me about it."

They smiled and entered their classroom.

One hour later, Callie was outside the high school, sitting on a bench. She saw Wyatt going to her. She stood up. She was happy to see him, despite her feelings for Brandon.

"Callie!"

"Wyatt, hey!" She greeted him with a big hug and smile.

"Are you ok? I heard what happened last night. I was worried about you."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can I do anything for you? I wanna help."

"Everyone wants to help now but nobody actually can, so..."

Wyatt glanced at her with mercy.

It took a few seconds for Wyatt to say something.

"So, I was wondering..."

Callie raised an eyebrow. "What? What is it?"

"I was wondering if you are free tonight."Callie rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Why? Do you wanna ask me out on a date?"

Wyatt didn't answer anything. He was just looking at her.

"Tell me you are joking."

"Oh, come on now, Callie, I just asked a simple question! So, what's the answer? Yes or no?"

Wyatt sounded a little bit frustrated and desperate.

"Look, Wyatt, after everything that has happened these days, I don't think I am in the mood for dates."

"Callie, I know how you feel, but..."

"No, you don't. You have NO freaking idea how I feel. That's what they all say. But they really don't. Do you know how is it to feel targeted? To feel... a victim?!"

"Callie, you're not!"

"Oh, really? Do you have any idea how is the feeling to spend your nights staring at the ceiling and thinking that tomorrow, someone may die again? If something bad happens to Jude, or anybody else close to me, I'd have no reason to live anymore."

"Callie, don't think like that..."

"You have no idea how I felt these days. Actually, you have no idea how I felt those years. At that time. At that place. I've never felt so much fear in my whole life."

"Callie, I swear, I understand you, really, I do!"

"If I can't feel safe, I can't go anywhere with you."

Callie left, leaving Wyatt standing there. Saddened. Disappointed. Angered. All three at the same time. He slapped himself and left in the other direction.

"Stupid, stupid!"

On his way, he came face to face with Brandon.

"Hey, mate, have you seen Callie around?" asked Brandon.

"Why would you care?" asked Wyatt, losing his temper.

"What do you mean?"

"Where were you last night when Callie and the others were running for their own lives? Huh? Don't you think you did enough bad things to her? To everyone?"

Wyatt was also referring to Callie's feelings on Brandon.

"So what, you say I am the killer?" asked Brandon, irritated by his comment.

"I didn't say anything."

"You fucker. I didn't kill anyone."

"Then where were you?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Now get out of my way."

Wyatt was really driving Brandon crazy. Brandon was more angry than ever. He so wanna punch this guy.

"I said, get out of my freaking way! Or I'm going to make you get out."

"Brandon, why don't you stop being such a..."

Brandon couldn't hold it anymore. He punched Wyatt straight in the face. One second. Wyatt was already on the ground, holding his bloody nose with both his hands. Everyone from outside turned their attention to them and gasped in shock. Everyone was noisy.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" shouted Wyatt, getting up and tackling Brandon to the ground.

They started punching each other.

Everyone started screaming, while Hayley was recording the moment with her iPhone.

Mr. Timothy came, stopping them. He managed to hold Wyatt, making him unable to make any other moves.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop! Both of you! In my office, NOW!" he shouted.

Callie came too, running.

"What's going on? What happened?" She took notice of Wyatt's bloody nose. "Oh my God... Brandon, what did you do?!" she asked him.

Brandon just looked at her, guilty.

Half an hour later, Mr. Timothy released Brandon and Wyatt from his office.

After the classes ended, Brandon was about to leave the school, when she saw Callie standing in a corner. Callie noticed him. She went to him.

"What the hell was that?!" she asked.

Brandon sighed. "Anger took over me."

"You can't just snap and punch Wyatt for no reason! You were lucky Mr. Timothy found you both, you could've killed him!"

"He punched me, too!" exclaimed Brandon, defending himself.

"You started it. You didn't tell me what made you do that."

"Nothing important. I'm sorry. Won't happen again. Promise."

And with that said, Brandon left. Callie looked around and saw Jude with Taylor and Connor.

"Jude, hey!" she waved to him.

They looked at her. She came to them.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes, Callie, we're fine."

"Good. Would you like to come with me at the diner? I'd eat a sandwich or two."

"No, I think I'm just going to go home."

"By yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

Jude nodded, a little bit annoyed of his sister's exaggerated concern about him.

"Fine, but if something bad happens to you, you know what number to call."

Jude nodded again. Callie smiled and kissed Jude on the forehead.

"Be careful." she said.

"You too."

Jude waved to Taylor and Connor and started walking. Callie watched him go with a disappointed look on her face.

Ten minutes later, he was walking on the street. He wasn't too far from home, so he had like five minutes left before he could reach his destination. His mobile phone rang. He took it out from his pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was a weird number. He answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jude." whispered that familiar voice; that voice that Jude hoped he won't hear ever again.

Jude stopped dead in his tracks.

"Where are you? Why are you targeting me? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?!"

"Now, now, watch your tone, little boy. As I said before, I'm going to tell you everything you have to know when I'm ready. But until then, you will suffer greatly." he chuckled.

Jude started walking again, much faster. He had to reach home ASAP.

"Slow down, Judicorn. You still won't reach home without having to do with me."

Jude stopped walking again. He looked around and behind him. Nobody was there.

"Look, I don't want any trouble..." he mumbled, tears filling his eyes.

"Oh, but I do. You deserve it."

"What do you mean?" "After all, you are the real life Sidney Prescott."

Click. The line went dead. Jude looked again. Still nobody there. He gulped and started running as fast he could, without looking back.

A/N: That was chapter 5 lol. I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but there is more to come, I promise you. I'm sorry for the huge break I took, but as I said before, school hates me and I hate it back lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Oh, and just to clarify a thing: in my fanfic, everyone has their own room. Oh, also, who do you think is the killer?