Reviewers… you rock hardcore.

Caffinedup: Logan dead? I'll get right on that! Hah.

Williamsgrl: Whoa. You hate them all but Jess? My kinda girl! Jk.. sorta.. not really… tristans not bad. Dean makes me ill. Logan is nice to look at SOMETIMES but he makes me want to hulk up and hurt people.

Mich: Short sentences are fine doll. I just like knowing people are reading and actually putting thought in. thanks.

MiloManiac: Horror and science fiction are my favorite genres. Within this chapter there is Lit with alittle but of hinted Smut….good? I'm going to try another story soon or one shot which will be totally smut….full blown NC17 Mature Sex. Mmm im not a good person.

Nessquik: Mmm Smut!

Leopard: Im jealous of your fucking vacation girl.

JessRoryFan24: Your name is long… in the future I may only type jessroryfan… or tell me something to call you as a nickname or whatever please . This chapter has a scene with the killers soooo here ya go.

Charliee: this getting alittle smutty for you or must I write a whole other story or one shot with full blown SMUT? And don't call me a bitch… I gave you the best god damn years of my life! AHH! Im kinda drunk now if it means anything. Im drinking so generic dark rum drink, eating cole slaw from my boyfriend work, while him and our roommate play guitar hero… work in 5 hours. Fuck. Do I still scare you? Im not enough of a person to scary. What was the white stuff in the baggy darling? Huh? Huh? Huh? Ps- Jess is pretty indeed.

LexyLovinMilo- im going to prob call you lexy from now on. Smut coming soon BUT in this chapter there alittle smuttishness. Glad you like smut. Welcome to the club.

Mandee: update you story girl. What if lor was the killer huh? You gatta think aobut everything dear? Havent you ever seen Friday the 13th? Hah. Jk. She is not the killer but we find out a lot more details this chapter!

Nemo: Logan dead? See what I can do.

Coffeejunkie: you like this? You like lit or just enjoy the weird plotline?

Hollowgirl: Nice thinking… your really on your toes love! Keep it coming and going and what not!

Cowgirlcory: Should I take offence to that? The word death is in the title and I warn people early that people will die. Im just a sad excuse for a person though truly. Jason, Freddy, Mike Myers, etc all were amazing characters in my eyes as a child.

LoVe: ahhh does your name imply that you enjoy logan and veronica? I never watched the show BUT recently Ive been getting the first season on netflix and I must say… amazing! Logan and veronica are fucking awesome! Gigglies are good too! I love making myself laugh and when other laugh… it makes it better!

Justhiddentheawesome: Glad your still reading and reviewing love! I look forward to your reviews!

Kinkybugs: like your name. Sex is funny and fun man!

Vaguely: All hatters are mad yes. They also hang out with dormice and drink too much tea! Don't feel stupid about not knowing the killers… I didn't drop hints… to be truthful… this story is basically almost improve. I brainstorm a few chapters at a time. Hope I don't let you down.

Orangepunk: Logan got attacked and/or killed but two unknown people. Still wicked confused review or IM me. SnKubedstar.

Chapter XV New Plan

Lane lay sprawled across the floor with her upper body being held by Dave. She was moaning. Dave leaned closer because he suddenly recognized that she was moaning to the tune of Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie. He chuckled a little, which made her open her eyes.

"You laughing at me?"

"Laughing with you Lane" He corrected

"Why you laughing David" She said. She sounded drunk still but she defiantly didn't have any more alcohol left in her system.

"You were moaning Bowie"

"Ha. So I was. Oh god, my head hurts. I am never drinking again," She said bringing her hand to her face.

Dave looked down at her and smiled. He pulled her hand away and leaned downward kissing her softly on the lips.

He pulled away grinning.

Lane looked shocked.

"But, I puked. I threw up my entire inner body and you just kissed me."

"Yes I did"

"But I puked!"

"And you did it so damn cute." He smiled brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Lane grinned back and cuddled into his midsection.

Paris and Dean were in the far corner of the room. Paris was taking a long slug from the bottle of vodka she was earlier using as a weapon. Dean looked like he'd been through hell and back.

"I still don't trust you" Paris began, "But you can take an awful lot of pain therefore you have my respect. I'm also convinced you may be mildly retarded."

Dean lollyed his head back and forth as she spoke to him.

"No more hitting," He said slowly.

"Only if I get bored later big man," Paris said while smacking him promptly on the back.

Dean hurled forward as though his back was on fire.

Tristan finished his drink and gazed around the room. He had the following inner dialogue:

Paris stop beating that poor bastard. Damn. He looked like he's been hit with a truck. Crazy Bitch. If however killed Finn and Steph and Summer and everyone came here I'd be damn glad because Paris would rip them apart.

Aww… Lane and Dave look adorable. Well now that sounded gay. Note to self, don't ever utter that phrase. Think of something not gay. Not gay. Not gay. Not gay.

Ah. Mary and the junkie kid are far from gay. Interesting hand placement Jess.

Tristan gazed at the novel couple doing a fine job at coupling. Jess's hands had a more than firm gripped on Rory's ass. She slowly was lifting her body and pushing her hips into Jess. Jess pulled away from her mouth and began open mouth kissing her neck/shoulder/collarbone/etc and Rory felt like her head was going to explode.

She never understood how people could lose control and have sex at there completely wrong time. She should have understood considering how she was created but she had never felt this heat. She felt herself pulled to Jess and she couldn't ignore it.

Well at least not now that she had drank so much. Wait. Shit. How much did she drink? She was trying to think of it but couldn't considering Jess was nearly making her cum and they were merely necking.

Jess thought he was dreaming. His mind was no longer cloudy from drinking. He wondered if it was possible to sober up from kissing. His pants were exceedingly tight in his center as Rory pushed herself into him. He was kissing her sweetly, roughly, lightly, softly, harshly… you name it.

Since when did he kiss lightly? Sweetly? Softly? Oh fuck. I love her. Wait. No. I didn't say that. I like her. A lot. I enjoy her.

I like how she laughs, how she carries on about nothing, and how she blushes.

I really like how she kissed, and how a few sips of whiskey can land her on my lap basically dry humping me.

I love how she's pretty, and smart, and seems to understand me. Hell, I don't even understand me. Shit I said love again. Fuck!

Tristan continued to watch the night unfold, listening to the rain continue outside. Where the hell is Logan?

Meanwhile, the two dark figures were dragging Logan's body across the back yard. The smaller of the two let go of Logan's feet letting them drop.

"Man, for a fairly small dude he's sorta heavy"

"Quit complaining"

"Why do we have to move him? We never cleaned up before. Unless when you killed Shane, you killed up. Shit, was I supposed to clean?" the shorter boy worried.

"No, you imbecile. We have a bigger plan now. A new plan. We are hanging around here tonight."

"Oh yeah?" The shorter boy legitimately got excited.

"Where is Brad? Is he busy doing another one of his fairy musicals?"

Just as the tallest boy said this Brad came out of the weeds.

"Oh I am right here. Sorry I'm late." Brad looked down and saw Logan's bloody body. "Shit, you started the fun without me. Henry! I told you I might be a little late!" Brad got a little heated which was funny considering its fucking Brad.

Henry, the short figure, spoke "We have a new plan. We're hanging around here tonight."

As the boys talked about the night and how they planned on basically teaching the entire house a lesson, Logan's hand moved slowly. His breathing was slow and steady and his eyes opened to small slits. He felt pain all threw his back. He was not dead yet. Logan being Logan got mad that they thought he was dead already.

He looked upward at them. He saw all three boys.

Brad. Small, white, and a frightened little thing. He remembered seeing Paris torture him one day.

Henry, Asian, also small. Didnt Lane mention him tonight? Weird.

He went to look at the other taller boy but found he had moved. Where'd he go?

Logan didnt realize he was losing as much blood as he was and was moving at a very slow pace. From out of his line of vision he saw the taller boy looking down at him with a glare that made Logan shiver slightly. Suddenly the taller boy raised his foot and stomped on Logan's face.

Lights out.

Logan would never get back up. The taller boy kept stomping on his face until Logans charming good looks were smashed into unrecognizable mush.

Henry and Brad watched almost excitedly considering they did not like Logan.

AN: Two plus one equals three. Sorry if this was confusing . Well we know now that there is Brad and Henry. Whose is the taller boy? Am I getting too sexual with Rory and Jess? I think I may rate this mature.

Logan's gone. Seven to go.

Keep reading and reviewing. BTW if you are confused… bored… whatever IM if im online. SnKubedstar or email me at Any suggestions? Anyone wanna put me down? Tell me my story sucks? Im unpretty? Wanna kill me?