A/N: So I'll be wrapping up my Nothing Personal story soon, and then trying to wrap up my Supermassive Blackhole story and then maybe focusing a little more on this story and Another Heart Calls. Blah, I hate all my stories. That's why I never update them. I start a story, love writing it for about a week or so, and then fall out of the mood. But now I'm in the mood again! :) and I know this story right here sucks 'baaawls'. It has like fifteen reviews, but when I read the readers' stats things, a ton of people read it? Wtf? COMMENT HOMIES. SERIOUSLY.

Disclaimer: I don't own SK.

Warning: Um... I'm kinda in a violent mood tonight so, spare me my violent tendencies. You'll see.

Run Devil Run

Chapter Who-Knows? (Not Me.)

Tradition

For some odd reason or another, I started getting terrible dreams for the rest of the week. I don't even know why, because Casey and I have obviously resolved our problems. And I'm trying to reform.

I don't know why it's not working.

I don't even remember how the "old Sammy" was.

And I've been attempting to self-tan in the afternoons but my skin refuses to tan up, even the slightest bit.

And I've been checking on my father and his smoking habits ever since that little incident.

Anyway, back to my nightmares. I don't know why I even have them. They're usually nightmares of creepy killers attacking other people.

The "other people" are usually women or girls.

And no, its not like I have some unconscious fear of being raped or something.

Been there, done that.

And its not like the women in my dream are being sexually assaulted. The men kill them in more gruesome, freaky ways.

For example...

In one of my nightmares, a dude came after a girl with a giant hammer thing and literally bludgeoned her to death. The bashed-in skull was horrifying.

I've been sleeping with my dad for the past few days so I don't have weird nightmares again. And trust me, my dad doesn't like it at all.

One night I was dragging myself into his room, mid-night, when he groaned, "Saaaam. You'll be the death of me."

"Come on, daddy. The nightmares are terrible. One more night." I begged.

"Fine. But if these bad dreams don't disinegrate tonight, I'm taking you to a psychiatrist.

"Fine, whatever." I snapped and dove into bed next to him.

I still had a nightmare, although it wasn't as creepy as usual.

The next morning I awoke and found myself in a seriously pissed off mood.

"Where are you off to?" my dad asked when he saw me scooping my tattered messenger bag off the floor.

"I don't know...possibly Marissa's."

"Okay, well call me later so I know you haven't been run over by a car, or something. Roadkill..." he smirked. "Raccoon."

I whipped around. "Hey! You can't call me that anymore re-mem-ber? I'm through with the eye makeup."

"Thanks to your sensible friends!" he grumbled.

"Whatever." I snapped my gum and slammed the door behind me as I heard him laugh good-naturedly.

When I was out the door, I called Marissa.

She picked up and said, "Sammy! I was just about to call you! Danny's over. And so is Casey. He was, like, ready to leave until I suggested you come over. You busy?"

I laughed. She sounded so...enthused about this all. I loved it. "No, I'm not busy. I'll be right there."

When I was finally at her home and Marissa was answering the door and all, she blurted, "Do you wanna come with us to see Social Network?"

I pulled a face. "Oh, gross. Social Network? Marissa, please."

Danny and Casey emerged at the doorway and pretty soon we were all sitting out on Marissa's lawn as she said, "Hey, it doesn't sound that bad..."

"What's Social Network about, anyway?" Danny asked.

I turned to face him and thought I may as well describe it in the most blunt manner I possibly could. After all, this was Danny we were dealing with.

"It's about the douchebag who made Facebook." I said with an attempted straight face.

Casey and Marissa couldn't help it-they started laughing. "Nice way to put it, Sammy." Casey grinned.

"But watch your language!" Marissa fake-scolded.

Whatever.

But she was slightly right. I needed to mind my tongue. Just a little. As least, I should stop swearing so much. It went against the "old Sammy" rules to swear.

"So that means you don't want see Social Network?" Marissa asked with a quick look around.

Danny shook his head, "We're more into action movies. You know what I mean?" he grinned and pulled her onto his lap and said in this fake-seductive voice, "Movies with lots of tes-tos-ter-one."

Marissa slapped his hand away. "Shut up!" she giggled, blushing.

Danny leaned down and kissed her.

And would. Not. Stop.

Literally, they kissed for one minute straight.

Two minutes.

It was getting close to three. Casey and I gave each other exasperated looks.

Finally Casey coughed and said, "Do you guys need some, um, time alone?"

Danny paused for a moment to breath out a, "Get lost." in a sort of laugh-y voice.

So Casey and I got up and walked to the backyard. As we walked, we spoke.

"That was, um, intense."I joked, about the little kissing-scene back in the front yard.

"Tell me about it." he said. "It's like they can't control their hormones around other people?"

I laughed and said, "So I had this freaky dream last night, about some guy assasinating the first female president."

"Seriously? And who was the first female president...you?" he grinned.

I shrugged. "You got me. She had my voice, but the pictures were too dark and shady for me to figure out the faces. So yeah, it might've been me." I give him a look. "But no, I'm never planning on running for president, so don't even tell me this nightmare was an omen, or something."

"I don't believe in omens."

"Oh, but you believe in good luck?" I shook my high top at him.

He smirked. "Hey, let's see if Danny and Marissa are finished sucking face."

So we both trudged back to the front yard just to see them kissing even more and, uh, passionately, than before.

I turned around immedietly and said, "I guess not!" as we headed back to the backyard.

Casey came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Lighten up. They're just having fun."

"I am lightened up." I said, crunching on a pinecone as we headed back downhill towards the backyard, with his arms still wrapped around me from behind.

"Hey, turn around." he said. "I want to talk to your face, not hair."

I turned around to see his face literally inches from mine.

His brown eyes were sparkling and I could tell he was going to kiss me in three, two-

Yup. He was kissing my right now.

And just as Danny and Marissa come looking for us.

"Woah!" Danny whoops as they join us. Casey and I have obviously pulled away by now. "I had no idea you two were together!"

Casey just shrugged. "You should have guessed, Danny."

Suddenly my phone buzzes.

Unknown caller

Hello.

I blinked at the text.

Um, who are you?

Unknown caller: Can you meet me at your home? Thank you. XOXOX.

"Uhh... Guys? Do you guys know if anyone has time to, you know, guess who this is?"

Marissa grabbed my phone from me. "I have no idea. But they can't be that harmful. They said thank you and put an 'xoxox'."

"That doesn't prove anything!"

"Look, we'll go to your house with you." Casey suggested when he read the text.

And then my phone buzzed again.

Oh. And I want you to show up alone...:)

I blinked at the screen. Again. "They want me to be alone."

So we all just sort of blinked at each other. Blink blink blink. And then I said, "Well, hey. My dad's home. And I can take care of myself perfectly fine. I'll be okay, guys."

They all nodded slowly. "Yyyyeah. You'll be just...fine."

I glared at them. "Give me a break, okay? I'm going."

So I headed back to my house.

The problem is, when I arrived at my house and heard that voice call my name from the side of the house.

And then step out.

And that face.

Those eyes.

That sly smile.

I wished I hadn't come alone. I wanted to turn around and run.

Judging by the empty driveway, it was obvious that my dad was gone...but where?

"Why so serious on our reunion?" he grinned.

I took a step back. "You stay away from me, you hear?"

He nods slowly. "Yes...I hear. And I'm not here for you, Sammy."

He grinned, producing a switchblade from inside his jacket. "I'm here for tradition."

Remember that "tradition" or whatever I told you about that Cam did? The carving-into-skin thing? And how he had spared me that one time?

Well, it was obvious he was talking about that tradition.

And this time, he wasn't feeling too merciful.

A/N: Ahah... Sorry...how is it? :P COMMENT!