Reminder: Rated 'T' for a reason
note: sorry for the shortness, but after this chapter, if you make your guess on who you think the killer is (so far) I will pm you a hint!
Massie returned home later that day after a few errands, leaning against the doorway with her heart pounding out of her chest. Glancing around the room, Massie pondered visiting the orphanage. No, she decided. Helping out in that creepy house would definitely do no good for her after what happened. Then her mind wandered to Claire. Her eyes welled up with tears, one silver bead streaking down her cheek. "Why did they have to do this?" she wondered out loud, her voice a strained whisper.
Marching up the staircase, Massie ran up to her room and buried her face in her pillows. She began sobbing, crying, coughing. Anything to let out her pain. Sure, she was mad at Claire that night but she didn't mean to do that! They were still best friends, she was just...grumpy. Suddenly, there was rapping at her door and she chucked a pillow at it. "Go away!" she called.
Ignoring her protests, Derrick peeled open the door and slipped inside with ease. "Mass," Her head slowly lifted up. He never called her 'Mass' unless he was really serious. "I want you to know that it's been hard on all of us but I can't imagine how it is for you right now."
With each breath, he took a step closer to her. Derrick took note of what she looked like at that moment, and how tragically beautiful she was. Slightly see through black tights underneath lace trim shorts, brown leather combat boots, a striped sweater and a leather jacket to match her boots. Her hair was tied in a topknot messily and a few strands fell, framing her face. She had smokey eye makeup that smeared slightly from her salty tears and light lips.
He sat down next to her on the bed, stroking her shoulder and down to her wrist in a warm, caring way. Smiling weakly, Massie turned to him. They locked gazes for a moment before leaning in, their faces just an inch, no- centimeter away from touching. They stayed there for a moment; breathing heavily and taking in the fresh, enchanting aromas that doused each other. Finally, Derrick closed the distance and his lips were on top of hers. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck and they slowly fell back onto the bed. Massie's delicate manicured fingers slipped his shirt above his head as she parted her lips, allowing his tongue movement in her mouth.
Kristen left the hospital an hour after Massie, driving straight to the school for rehearsals. The show must go on, her parents insisted, rattling off all of the worst possible circumstances that could happen if she decided to not attend that one rehearsal. So she was tumbling down the road in her car, wanting to get that day over with, wanting this all to be a dream.
She parked her car hesitantly but ultimately drawing the conclusion that it would (hopefully) take her mind off things. Feet clattering against the sleek tile, Kristen breathed: in and out, in and out-trying to calm herself down. Her footsteps echoed against the concrete walls that confined her in the building. Flipping through papers, Kristen focused on one thing: the play. The play that Dylan should be running with her right now had it not been for-
Well she's not thinking about that.
Finally reaching the auditorium, Kristen pushed the doors open, still looking down at her papers. "Okay kids, sorry for the wait but-" she screamed in horror as she looked up, discovering children sprawled across the floor of the stage and red liquid forming a message on the back wall. Shivering, she approached the stage, steadily weaving through rows of crimson chairs. She leaped onto the slick stage and stepped over the frozen bodies of her students. She kept her hand over her mouth, blinking away tears in shock. Glancing up at the message, she ripped out a sheet of paper from the back of her clipboard, scribbling down what it read.
BLESS THESE FALLEN ANGELS.
AND THE ANGELS THAT EVERYONE THOUGHT YOU WERE
DEVILS BEWARE, NO SURVIVAL IS PERMITTED
Taped underneath was a list. Letters cut out of magazines and news papers formed: CLAIRE, DYLAN, KRISTEN, MASSIE; With 'Claire' being crossed out. One less item on their agenda. She felt her throat tighten- she could hardly breath. Quickly, she whipped out her phone and dialed 911.
"Kris, this isn't good." Massie whispered to her, watching as red and blue lights flashed with sirens blaring. Caution tape surrounded the school, the whole building dubbed a crime scene. Gurney after gurney was ushered inside, while in turn another would come out with a pale, wide eyed, all too still child to rush to the hospital. "What if they think you did this?"
Kristen turned to her with narrowed eyes. "Why would they think that, Massie?"
Shrugging, Massie sighed. "I dunno, because you were closely related to all of this."
"Puh-lease." she scoffed. "You and I both know we were equally involved in this. It doesn't matter that I was here. My parents made me come." Kristen glared at Massie for a second, noticing how tangled her hair had gotten and the disheveledness of her clothes. Eyeing Massie suspiciously, she elbowed her. "So, what'd you do before coming here.
Massie's cheeks turned bright red, slightly embarrassed. "Nothing." she replied curtly. Kristen rolled her eyes.
"Right Mass, I'm sure you were blushing because of nothing, now tell me what happened."
Sighing, Massie relented. "Okay, I may or may not have hooked up with Derrick-but if you say anything to anyone I will take the pleasure of killing you before this crazy murderer gets the chance."
Kristen almost laughed, but she couldn't at that time. She didn't have the will to. Not after everything. "I won't." she promised. Turning to the nearest officer, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, do you think it's okay for me to go now? I would like to have some time to myself. You know, this is a lot to take in and certainly too much to handle-"
He held a hand up for her to stop. "It's okay Ms. Gregory, you can go home. But I wouldn't stay by yourself. Maybe keep a friend with you, do something in a public place. If this person is after you girls, it may be in your best interest to stay around lots of people so the killer is too intimidated to attempt any sort of crime involving you." He smiled before walking away. Kristen nodded, sure to keep it in mind.