The Dance That Changed Everything
By: punkprincess96
"Nicole?!" Zoey could only manage to guess before the figure ran outside, dropping a bag full of items. Zoey reached for their arm, but the figure quickly pushed Zoey into a wall, knocking her out like a light. Then they ran outside.
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"No one's here." Chase recalled over to Logan outside.
"You're super sure?" Logan asked, while looking around cautiously.
"Yeah. All the stalls are open, so no one is inside." Chase replied with a sarcasticish voice.
"Should we check on Zoey?" Chase asked, but suddenly there was an alarm ringing. They both looked around.
"CHASE!" Logan shouted, after seeing the white, red and blue car drive by.
"Oh no- ZOEY!" Chase called out. No response. Uh oh... The boys watched as people dressed in white carried the body away.
"ZOEY!" Chase cried, and ran up to the car as they put the body away.
"What's the story here?" Tiffany asked, while clicking her heels.
"Shouldn't we be asking you that, miss?" the team of men went on. "Appearently they found a body somewhere around here and it's scratched up some pretty intense damage. This corpse is covered in blood, not to mention male DNA." the medic answered, checking the charts.
"I see. So sexual abuse?" Tiffany asked, making a fist while holding back run running the hell out of there. She hated blood.
"Right. Not only that, but suffocation from her own blood, too." he added with a sigh.
"That's the third body tonight. We better stay here incase someone else falls off the building within the next minute." the medic joked.
"STOP IT." Tiffany seriously ordered. "DEATH IS NO JOKE!" Chase and Logan's eyebrows went twitching like crazy and wondered, "why is this girl so loud.." to themselves.
"You're right." he agreed. "I shouldn't joke. Death is not something we should laugh at."
"You think about that while I go for a walk." Tiffany mumbled while stomping off.
"So.. is that Zoey?" Chase asked the men.
"I don't know... wasn't her name Jessica?" one of the men asked.
Logan and Chase both looked at each other with worry concerns about stalkers this week. Angela, Lizzie, Cassy, Selina, Jessicathey remember Tiffany noting. Chase rushed up to the corpse and pulled open the cover. Logan almost puked at the sight of the eyes forced open while bleeding out red tears. The hands were fingerless and ripped flesh was shown around her chest and thighs. Her face was filled with scars and her hair was cut at some parts, not to mention at some of the scalp her hair was ripped of. Her white, fluffy prom dress was stained with pure red blood.
Logan imagined Dana in that position. He nearly stopped his heart beat, but maintained his focus and kept walking up to the corpse.
"Poor girl," Chase said, and sighed. Logan forced himself to do this. He knew it was right. He took out the hankercheif stuffed in his pocket, and began to carefully try to wipe out some of the blood that ruined her dress. Logan accidently let a tear fall, but ignored his own fears. He kept doing the same wiping pattern, as Chase stared in respect. Suddenly the corpse moved and grabbed Logan's hand, tightening the grip and not letting go.
"WHAT THE F-" Logan yelled and shook in fear. The medic gave a look to his men and the squad of men quickly pulled her hand off Logan, well atleast tried because her hand snapped off and still held on Logan's wrist. The body screamed before bleeding out more blood tears and wailing sadly.