Ke$ha sat, trembling, recalling more details from the story, her gold tooth glimmering in the dim light. Her eyes were lined with blue, glittery eye shadow, her lips tinted with a pink gloss. She hadn't smiled since she walked in, and Mike was beginning to question if she ever knew what she was talking about
"Do you really know what you're telling me? Are you lying?" Mike questioned.
"Why would I lie? What do I have to hide? You rang my ass in here and I responded. I don't have to comply, you know. I could press charges on you and get the hell out of here. Shut up and sit down" Ke$ha said, glaring at him.
"Tell me what happened next."
"This is when it starts getting freaky" Ke$ha mumbled, looking past Mike.
Kevins decomposing body lay on the shoreline. The friends had come to a conclusion – suicide. Nobody had been brave enough to remove his clothing, let alone touch the body. They would never know his true fate, since the killer would eventually recollect his body.
"We need to call the police," Vivian said, leading the group inside. They all cluttered into the living room and Jane picked up the phone. Christine sat down, nibbling her fingernails as Lauri comforted her.
"Thank you" Jane said, after explaining the situation to the police.
"The fastest they can be here is in three days. We have no local police, and they're sending over someone from over one hundred miles away. And since it was a suicide, they said it's not a threat like a murder. Since there's no killer on the loose, there's really no point for them to come up so quickly," Jane announced, her voice echoing through the empty halls. The group fell silent as Jane dismissed them upstairs.
"Well, my vacations ruined" Claire said, flopping onto her bead.
"He was Born to Die" Michelle said platonically, shrugging her shoulders.
Jan sat staring out at the beach. Alex approached him, patting him on the back. They hugged as Jane sat in the corner crying. Steven had begun to pack his stuff up.
"I'm getting out of here as fast as I can" Steven said.
"You can't leave," Christine shouted from down the hall. "We have no way home until the helicopter comes to take Jan's car to the other side.
Steven sat on his bed, defeated. Miranda was in her closet, blasting a rap instrumental. She spit bars over the beat, shouting, "My titties is so saggy, that's why I need my swaggie."
Michelle lit a candle in the downstairs living room, gathering the friends together.
"Let us sing for our friend Kevin" she said, taking a deep breath in.
"Fate don't fail me now, take me to the fini-" she began, before Jane slapped her across the face. She glared at Jane, shouting "Choose your last words, this is our last time, cause you and I-" Lauri pushed her over.
"You don't understand ART" Michelle hissed from the wooden floor.
The group was lounging around the house, sadness running through the rafters. Peter was examining the coastline, looking out into the vast forest beyond the lake. Something caught his eye. A pale, white, ball shaped object was floating in the ocean. Peter tried to figure out what it was, but he was unable to. He flew down the stairs, and ran out to the beach.
A shrill scream emitted from the coastline.
The group of friends herded to the beach. Peter pointed out to the lake. The group reacted the same way when they had seen Kevin's body. Most of them fell to the ground, while some grabbed others. Christine began screaming, and Claire followed suit. Mark slammed his fist into the sand, his arms shaking with fear.
Sammie's body floated in the water, her head sticking out of the clear blue lake like a sore thumb. Steven had volunteered to go and retrieve it, and Jan waded out to help him. Both were disgusted at the notion.
Sammie's body was covered in the stab wounds the killer had left, each becoming rotten over the hours her body had been decomposing. Peters heart was racing, pulsing through his body.
"She was killed" Vivian said, her eyes widening. "She was fucking killed. She's fucking dead." She began screaming in a mixture of rage and fear. "She was fucking killed and there's nothing we can do about it."
"Guys?" Alex questioned, shaking. "Where's Kevin's body?"
Claire turned her head and screamed. Kevin's lifeless body was hanging from the edge of the pool, supported by a large rock. His shirt had been removed; showcasing the gashes in his ribs and back.
"Oh. My. God," Steven gasped. Miranda collapsed. Michelle screamed and yelled, her voice echoing off of the rocks.
"Who did it" Vivian whipped around, screaming at the group. "Nobody was with us on that boat and there's no way some killer would hunt us down all the way to California."
"What if it was planned?" Mark questioned, shaking.
"Who would want to kill us?" Christine questioned.
"Clarisse" Jan mumbled. Jane punched him and Peter shot him a stern glare.
"I just can't believe somebody would do this" Peter mumbled, attempting to collect his thoughts.
The group was walking back to the forest when they saw Broo Broo running towards them. He was screaming and crying.
"What the fuck is going on?" Vivian shouted.
"They're dead! They're dead!" he screamed, his voice becoming hoarse.
"We know," said Christine, trying to rid her mind of Kevin's dead body.
"No, no!" Broo Broo shouted, pointing in the direction of the help house, tears falling down his face.
The group ran at full speed through the woods to the helps mini-manor. What they saw inside sent them all reeling backwards in disgust.
Mauro had been stabbed at least ten times with a blade that was long enough to cut through his entire body. His mouth dangled open, dried blood crusting around his lips. The words "Please come to Brazil" were written on the walls in his blood. Claire gulped, feeling remorse.
As the group tried to process the fact that Mauro's bloody corpse laid in front of them, they heard a crunching sound from the room over. Lauri went into inspect.
Inside, Gaby sat on the bed, eating something. The rest of the group followed. Gaby saw them, lifting her chin up, revealing Mauro's arm in her palms. A can that read 'BATH SALTS' was tipped over on her bed. Her eyes were wild; her face had drained of color. She snarled at the group, running towards Vivian.
She pinned Vivian against the wall, trying to bite at her face.
A shot rang through the house. Jane had gone and found the rifle in the closet the second she saw Gaby's wild eyes. Claire had collapsed into a corner, crying.
"This is too FUCKING much" Steven yelled, placing his palms on his forehead.
Christine turned to Broo Broo, whose mouth was open, agape at Gaby's twitching corpse.
"It was you, wasn't it?" she asked. The group turned to face Broo Broo. "You were the only one here."
"But Mary and Nicole, they aren't dead! They got away! I didn't do it ya'll, I promise! I promise." He placed his hands over his eyes and began to cry.
"You fucking did it and you know it" said Vivian, a smile of victory crossing her face.
Broo Broo stood up and smacked her right across the face. The group gasped, and Michelle mumbled, "yes" under her breath.
"I'm done taking shit from you, you horse-faced deranged bitch" Broo Broo said before walking out of the room. He ran to the front of the house, flinging open the front door. The group followed him outside of the house.
"My father will END you" Vivian shouted as Broo Broo walked towards the shoreline.
"I don't give a shit what your whack ass father has to say. He was dumb enough to breed an ugly broad like you so he can't be too intelligent to begin with. And also, 'Viv'" he spat sarcastically, "I've taken enough shit from you over the past two years to literally build a tower out of."
"You need an attitude check you fucking loser," Vivian shouted. "And you're not getting your last paycheck"
"You know what?" Broo Broo sniped. "You can take that paycheck and shove it up your hairy a-"
A 'fwip' came out of the air. Broo Broo collapsed onto the grass, an arrow shooting straight through his head. Peter yelled "NO!" while Michelle fell into the house. A figure darted into the woods.
"Get to the house." Vivian shouted. "Now!"
Inside the house they found Mary and Nicole, both covered in dirt and blood, crying.
"If it was either of you two speak now or forever hold your peace" Jane yelled, pointing the gun at them.
"It wasn't us," Nicole cried. "The person came in right after we heard you guys scream from finding the bodies. He tied up Mauro and killed him and gave Gaby the bath salts, knowing she couldn't resist. Me, Broo Broo, and Mary hid in the closet."
Tears fell out of Mary's eyes. "We saw the bodies. I knew it." Jane walked over to her, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Lock the doors" Jan said. "We're camping in here tonight. Mark, call the police."
Mark ran over to the living room phone while the entire household sprung into action, locking all of the doors and windows. Mark gasped from the living room.
"What's wrong?" Alex shouted.
"The lines… They're cut."
In the forest, the killer's eyes darted as he watched the teens lock the house up. Vivian's parent's had built the house with maximum security, so the killer would have to find a way to lure the friends out. It sat in the brush, stroking its palms. The only gun was the one Jane had taken, so shooting out the glass was no option. It would have to make its way in, and fast. The police would be there in three days time, so it had to act fast.
Tossing its knife from hand to hand, it devised a plan.