Title: Alone With the Stranger
Author: Dragonskin Fool
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, brief sexual content, scary images
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with High School Musical, except for this story.
Summary: This is the gang's final year, which means the final musical. Everyone things it's another boring romantic musical. But they are wrong. Instead, it's a play; a horror genre. Now, they are each being murdered one-by-one in the same method as the character they played in the play. Who will live? Who will die? Just have to find out!
A/N: Wow! Thanks for all those reviews. Didn't expect some many reviews. I feel so loved. I loved them all. Thanks to you guys, I am write this fic. Hope you guys enjoy.
Alone With the Stranger
Chapter 1: It All Started With the…
A brunette lady, in her mid-30s walked out of her black Chevy Impala. She was wearing a with blouse with a pair of jeans and a navy blue blazer. She walked up the building, a folder in one hand and coffee in the other. She walked inside, and greeted the receptionist. "Hey Diane." she said.
"Hey Barbara." the receptionist said. Barbara walked to her office. In it, was an oak desk, covered in papers, folders, pens, and other things. She sat on he leather chair and logged on her computer. Just then, a man, in his early 40s walked into her office. He was wearing black plants, a white shirt, and a black tie. He was holding a manila folder. "Detective Barbara." he said.
"Good Morning Detective Strode." she said. "Anything on this case."
"Yes." he said.
"Well… what do you have for me." He handed her the folder. She opened it. "Oh my God." She looked at all the pictures. "All these… are related to the case." she said, still shocked.
"Yes." he said in a sorrowful tone. "It's a shame too. They were all so young."
"Yes. Yes, they were." She let one tear trail down her face. All those kids, how they looked before, and how they looked at their preposterous state. It was truly a horrific sight. She wiped away the tear. "So, how about the four survivors. What are their conditions."
"Actually, one of them died this morning. Two of them are in critical state." he said.
"And the other one?" she asked
"The other one is on her way." he said.
"What?" she asked.
"The girl is on her way." he said.
"Why the hell did I not get memo!" she exclaimed.
"We just found out 10 minutes ago. It seems like she's the one who can tell us what happened." he said.
"Do you really think that it us going to be that easy to get the truth from her?" asked Detective Barbara.
"One can only hope." said Detective Strode. He then exited from the office. She grabbed a glass container, which contained water from a cabinet, two glasses, and a silver play. She placed them in the front of her of her desk. She also grabbed a plate of chocolate chip cookies. She then grabbed two leather chairs from a corner, and placed them in front of her desk. She began to take tow deep breaths. She was nervous. This was one of the biggest cases in Albuquerque, since the man who killed 5 teens and ate their heads. The only difference in this case was that they had no suspects, except for the one that was in the hospital. Hopefully, the girl could help them with this case. If she solved the case, this could be her big break. She had to get rid of all of her emotions. As she got ready, the receptionist, Diane, cam in. "She's here." she said.
"What?" Detective Barbara asked, in disbelief.
"I said, she's here." she repeated herself.
"Oh." Detective Barbara checked her watch. "Okay. Can you please send her in?" she asked.
"Sure." As she was about to close, Barbara called her out. "Diane?" The receptionist turned around. "Yes, Barbara?"
"How's the girl?" she asked.
"Not too good, Barbara. Not too good at all." she said. She closed the door. Detective Barbara sighed. "Great." she said. Just then, the door, opened, revealing a young girl , with a torn denim jacket, cuts on her face and arms, scrapes on her legs. Her shirt was all covered in dry blood. She walked in, and immediately sat on the leather chair. She had a blank stare on her face. She just stared at the glass container. "Do you want some water?" asked the detective. The girl looked at her, and nodded. Barbara grabbed a cup and the glass container, and poured the water in the glass. She handed it to the girl. The girl took it at took a sip. She then placed it back on the desk. "Do you know why you are here?" asked Barbara. The girl nodded. "Okay." said the detective. She sat down on one of the chairs. "I know that this will be tough for you, to remember everything, but I need you to try your best." she said.
"I remember everything." the girl mumbled.
"And even if it takes you all day, do not worry."
"I remember everything." she said, slightly louder.
"I know it's hard, but I know that you can do this. You just have to believe in yourself." she said, still not paying attention to what the girl was saying.
"I said that I remember everything!" she exclaimed.
"What?" the detective asked. The girl took another sip of her water. "I said that I remember everything." she said, her voice sounding a lot calmer.
"Oh. That great." the detective said. The girl gave her a glare. "I mean, it's good that you remember. Now we know who did this all."
"That's the problem. You can never find who did it." the girl said.
"What? I don't know what you are talking about?" said the detective
"In order for you to understand, I need to start from the beginning." the girl said.
"That's okay. I got all the time in the world." the detective said.
"Okay. Hope you can handle this." she said. She took another sip of her water, and took a deep brother. "Okay, it all started with the…"
TBC
A/N: I am so evil. I had to end it there. Please don't be mad. As for updating, the next chapter will be updated around next week, as well as my other fics. So please review. Until then, see ya. Happy Easter. R&R.