I Told You So

"There have been a series of murders in Westchester Private High. Though the police have no leads, they know that the murders have all been by the same person who we nicknamed "Claw". This came to be because on every dead body that "Claw' had been suspected of killing, a cat's claw had been drawn onto the face of the corpse with the victim's own blood. Though the killings have been random, the victims all have one thing in common; they were students of Westchester Private High."-Extract from The Journal News, Westchester Ed.

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"Dempsey Solomon: Beloved son, brother and friend. If you would like to mourn for him, his funeral is going to be held on Tuesday, 22 September..."-Extract from The Westchester Voice, Birth and Death Section.

The Block Estate

Massie's Bedroom

Wednesday, 23 September

7.00 am

Massie Block woke up to an alarm ringing in her ear. She groaned and rolled over, causing her four-poster bed to creak in protest.

She was tempted to stay in bed for a little longer but then remembered that today was the most important day of her senior year.

PROM.

She and the Pretty Committee had decided to take a day off today to get ready for prom tonight. Even Kristen, who had perfect attendance, agreed to ditch school today. They were going to spend the whole day primping and pampering for the biggest night of their lives.

Massie had been scared that the school was going to cancel prom because of the murders that had been happening in school. But the student's relief, prom was still going to happen but it was just going to be heavily guarded and chaperoned. Though students have complained about this, Massie was secretly relieved because she didn't want Claw to ruin her senior prom, especially since she was the most likely candidate of Prom Queen this year.

Massie hopped out of bed and slipped into her suede slippers. She padded into her ensuite and took a shower. She pulled on her thick purple bathrobe on and tightened the belt around her petite waist.

Her walk-in wardrobe welcomed her in as she banged open its wooden door. The plush carpet tickled her bare toes as she walked past the racks and racks of designer clothes, some never been worn before.

Skimming her fingers past the A's and B's of her meticulously alphabetised wardrobe, she came across a pair of Sevens jeans that had somehow managed its way there. She gasped, horrified, wondering how this had happened. Massie yanked them of the rack, not caring if they ripped. She strode across the wardrobe and placed the jeans on the "S" rack.

Exhaling how she got taught in her Yoga classes, Massie calmed down. She then went into the front compartment of her wardrobe, where she had placed today's outfit, ready and waiting. It was the perfect pampering outfit; sexy yet comfortable with a pair of low-rise dark wash True Religion jeans paired with a flowing royal purple singlet and a black crop jacket. On her feet was a pair of Christian Louboutin sequined ballet flats in silver. The outfit was all topped off with a pair of oversized Fendi sunglasses.

Massie glanced at herself in the mirror. Def a 10, she thought to herself.

She squirted a last dash of Chanel No.5 on herself and walked out of her room. In the dining room, she grabbed a non-fat muffin from the tray and dashed out of the house where Isaac was waiting for her in the car. She flung the door open and slid into the plush leather of the butter-coloured seats.

"You know where to go. I gave you the list like, last month," Massie pouted.

Isaac nodded and rolled his eyes. Massie had been planning for this day her whole life and Isaac knew every bit of detail about it. He turned the engine on and sped off towards the first house on the list; Alicia's mansion.

10 minutes later, the car pulled up into Alicia's driveway. Alicia opened the door and hopped in.

"What do you think?" Alicia asked, talking about her outfit.

Massie eyed the ensemble and nodded. "8.5," Massie nodded.

Alicia grinned, though a bit disappointed that none of the other Pretty Committee was here to witness the fact that she had just gotten an 8.5. This was basically unheard of!

Isaac rolled his eyes again and pulled out of the driveway and towards the next houses on the list.

Massie then gave out a loud screech.

"EhmaGAWD! We forgot Kuh-laire!"

Alicia gasped. Isaac then stopped, waiting for Massie's command.

"Turn back, Isaac, TURN BACK!"

Isaac nodded and turned back into the direction of the Block's estate. He then sighed. This was going to be one long morning.

Jakkob's Salon

Seat 3

Wednesday, 32 September

8.30 am

It took a while to round everybody up but finally, the Pretty Committee arrived at Jakkob's salon with only seconds to spare for their 8.30 styling session. Seats 3 to 7 were taken up by the members of the Pretty Committee.

"Ehmagawd, this so cool!" Claire squealed for the umpteenth time. Massie rolled her eyes underneath her Fendi shades.

"Massie, I must ask you to take your shades off, please," Jakkob purred "though they are cuh-yute!"

Massie pouted and took them off.

"Happy now?"

Jakkob smiled and started to wash her hair.

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An hour later, the Pretty Committee all had their heads underneath hairdryers. Massie scanned her eye to the seats next to her. Alicia was reading a magazine, Claire was dozing off, Kristen was texting and... where was Dylan?

Massie scanned her eyes around the salon but couldn't find her. Jakkob saw her looking and went over to the worried looking girl.

"What's wrong Massie?"Jakkob asked

"Where's Dylan?" Massie asked, her voice rising. Her mind flashed to the news report she read about the psycho killer that was on the loose. She shook the disturbing thought out of her mind.

"The redhead? She's outside I think."

Massie looked at Jakkob with puppy dog eyes and he tutted. He didn't like it when customers walked out in the middle of drying their hair. But Massie was practically his best customer so he took the big headpiece off her. Massie hopped out of the big chair and scuttled outside.

Massie opened the big glass door and stepped outside, into fresh air. She then saw Dylan next to the salon door, trembling, holding a cigarette.

"Hey! What's wrong, Dyl?"

Dylan shook her head and wiped the tears away. "Nothing."

Massie put her arms around Dylan's shoulders and smelt the thick air of cigarette smoke around her. Dylan then broke down. She pulled out her iPhone out of her pocket and showed Massie the screen. Opened, was a text message from an unknown sender.

Unknown Sender: I'm going to get you next and end your miserable little life tonight. Don't cry; instead thank me for making it end so easily.

Massie looked at the text message, dumbstruck. What sort of psycho would do this to Dylan?

Massie shook her head and comforted Dylan. Then, she broke the big news.

"I don't think I want to go to prom tonight, Mas,"

Massie pulled away. She NEEDED Dylan tonight. Without her, the formation would be incomplete.

"No. You must come tonight. There is no way the killer would crash prom. Not with all the chaperones and bodyguards at the event. And you'd probably be safer at prom than at home, all alone."

Dylan sniffled but nodded. What Massie said made sense.

"Ok. But if anything happens..."

"I promise you, nothing will."

The two of them hugged and then walked back into the salon, arm in arm.

Massie sat back down and Jakkob placed the headpiece back on her head. She was beginning to relax when her Treo rang. Massie huffed but pulled it out.

1 New Message From: Unknown Sender

Massie shrugged and clicked the envelope icon to open the message.

Unknown Sender: Dump your escort and do it now. Look what happened to Dempsey Solomon when you didn't dump him fast enough.

Attached was a picture of Dempsey's corpse with "Claw's" mark painted on in blood on his pretty makeover-ed face. Massie gasped at his decapitated head. She felt bile rise in her mouth but pushed it down, scared that if she puked, she might be labelled bulimic.

Massie swallowed the bile down and quickly closed the message along with the picture. Her and Dempsey had been going out almost all senior year and was shocked how he had been the first of many of Claw's victims. She had just gone to his funeral yesterday and was still feeling sad about his recent death. But because of Dempsey's death, Massie had been in a sticky position of not having an escort. So she asked Derrick, her ex before she started dating Dempsey, to go with her. Massie was lucky that Derrick was still available because of how popular he is, both in school and with the ladies.

But if Massie dumped Derrick, she would have nobody to escort her at prom. All the blood, sweat and tears that went into planning her dream prom would all go to waste. So Massie decided to ignore the text message.

Her phone buzzed again. Massie decided to ignore it.

Her phone buzzed again. And again. And again. Jakkob looked at Massie strangely.

Feeling a bit freaked out, Massie pulled out her phone and stared at the screen.

10 New Messages from: Unknown Sender

She clicked onto the envelope icon and stared at the message

Unknown Sender: Got a shock? It'll be worse if you don't dump him. NOW

Massie opened the rest of the messages. It all said the same thing.

She tried not to show her fear. Ok, so the psycho text freak knows how to text bomb someone. Big deal.

Massie tried to relax as Jakkob trimmed and styled her hair. As Jakkob massaged her skull, she started to feel its effect and began to unwind.

Then it happened. Jakkobs electrical scissors became uncontrollable. It began to spaz all over Massie's hair, cutting out big clumps of thick, auburn hair.

"Turn it off!" Massie screeched hysterically, watching her hair fall out.

One of Jakkob's assistants ran over to the power outlet and yanked the plug out. The scissors let out a loud splutter and fell dead in Jakkobs shaking hands.

"EhmaGAWD! How bad is the damage?" Massie screamed.

Jakkob spun her around to face the mirror and Massie saw that there was a whole chunk of hair that had been cut off on bottom of the left side, making it noticeably uneven.

Jakkob sighed. "Well, I can fix that,"

"You'd BETTER fix it! Or I'll get Alicia's parents to SUE THIS FREAKING SALON BROKE."

Jakkob grimaced and started to work on Massie's damaged hair.

Shaking in rage, she began to take yoga breaths and eventually settled down. Then, her phone buzzed alive. Massie yelped and took the buzzing thing out of her pocket.

1 New Message From: Unknown Sender

Rage got replaced with fear as she clicked on the envelope button with shaking fingers.

Unknown Sender: I told you you'd get a shock if you didn't dump him. Too bad your hair didn't get as damaged as I wanted it to be. But soon, I'll make it as damaged as I want it to be. Along with your pretty little body.

Massie let out a shallow breath and looked around the salon to see if anyone was watching her. But it was only the Pretty Committee, Jakkob, his assistants and a group of old ladies who probably have no idea what a cellphone is, let alone try to send messages through an encrypted number.

Massie calmed herself down. She wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to let a few text messages scare her. She was going to go along with her plan and have the best night of her life.

Claw looked up from the phone screen and chuckled. I guess I have to try harder with Massie then, the figure thought out loud.

Claw scrolled down the phone's menu and finally came across today's What-To-Do list. Its fingers scrolled down the page and stopped at number 3 on the list.

Alicia, huh, Claw mused.

This should be easy.

ARGH.! The story is starting to sound like the Pretty Little Liars series.! D: Next chappie is going to be mostly about Alicia getting a taste of Claw.

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