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Trixy stood up and walked over to Joe, who was looking over his lines. "Wow... i did miss being Voldypants haha" Trixy giggled and looked over her script, she didn't have many lines in the first one, but she had to cry at Joe being mean to her in the second play as Umbridge. This thought seemed hard, but she would try to use all of her acting talents. They practiced Joe's duet as Brian was with Chloe, Trixy giggling along. "You like plotting a garden. I like plotting to kill..." "You think you should rule the world! I think books are a thrill! Sipping tea by the fire is swell!" "Pushing people in is fun as well!" They laughed together and the doors opened as the new director came through. He had slicked back hair and a brown long trench coat on. "Right. Come on i dont have all day. Set your music and rehearse. Matt and Nick Lang will be.. delayed. I will be filling in." He pulled out a notepad and looked at it briefly before putting it back in his pocket. "Chloe Challenger, Trixy Blackmorth and Becky Tracks. Come to the office i have an assignment." He looked stern and walked swiftly to the direction of the Office.
Joe looked at Trixy oddly. "You come back soon k?" She smiled and nodded, brushing her hand near his. She and the other girls followed the weird new guy into the office, he was stood infront of the desk looking at a peice of paper. Trixy had a horrible feeling when he walked behind them, but they heard him close the door and lock it. "Chloe looked over to him with a questioning look. The only thing he did was narrow his eyes which made her become incredibly scared but she turned her head to she was looking back at the desk. They heard and felt him walk back to the desk. They were all quite scared and the could-be phyco. 'What is he going to do to us!?' These were Becky's thoughts and her eyes were betraying her, unfolding her thoughts and feelings to the phyco director. He whizzed around, a black gun in his hand, everyone looked at it and gasped, a tear coming to Trixy's eye as she realized where she had seen him.
There had been a news article in the paper a few weeks ago about a genocide trial. He had had a brilliant lawyer, although, he was indeed guilty. He was able to go free for a few weeks until Trixy's cousin Lottie came in with a tape recording she didn't know she had. She was looking through a video she had put up on her youtube account. She was interviewing a few workers at a local McDonalds when from behind one the interviewee's, she saw one of the workers pooring in a liquid into the deep fryer. This was a vile of poison powerful enough to take out the worlds biggest elephant in a small concentrated amount, although in a diluted form it was spread out as nearly everyone in the fast food restaurant had ordered something deep fried like fries ect. He managed to get away but was caught by a spectator and was run down by police. There was no evidence until Lottie's video, but even though Lottie had shown Trixy the video, he had died his hair and slicked it back with copiouse amounts of hair gel. He grabbed Becky roughly by the arm and she squealed, they all tried to help her but he put the gun the her head. "If you want her to be alive for a bit longer then SHUT UP and stay away!" He nudged the gun right up to Becky's skull while yanking her hair. "Okay?" The girls nodded and yerned to help a tearful Becky with tears running down her cheeks. However, she was shaking her head scilently hoping to get more life to live. The girls backed off and were silent. Robert Dixon spinned round with Becky roughly, opening the coat cupboard and shoving her in, she fell against boxes and cried out in pain. Trixy held out a hand in silent desperation to help her weeping friend, but could do nothing to help her. He took out a key in his pocket and locked the door, placing it back in the pocket of his long trench coat. He slowly turned around and the other girls huddled to each other. Slowly approaching Chloe, they backed off and he grabbed both by the hair. "SHUT UP! It'll just make me kill you FASTER!" Quiet tears fell and he unlocked the door and power walked with the girls to the back door, dragging them by their hair. Quiet yelps of pain made him walk faster and went through the back door to the garden of the Starkid Manor. He opened the door to the shed at the bottom of the garden, throwing Chloe in and slamming the door after her. She landed on something and Trixy swore she heard something snap, hoping to dear god it was a piece of wood and not... Chloe.. Finally, he took Trixy ofver near the back of the stage. He yanked open a side panel and revealed a small space underneath the stage, not lit at all, with dust coating the floor. He shoved her in and when she landed she got a face full of dust... She wept for her life, slowly crying herself into an unsettled sleep as she lay under the cold stage... alone.
Joe looked at his watch, it was atleast 45 minutes since the girls and that creepy director guy had gone off. He tried to calm himself by thinking 'Oh their probibly just finding out their characters and getting to know him...' He layed aside his thoughts and walked to Lauren with her script. "Hey Lo, you seen Darren? I just need a quick word?" He saw that she was reading the conversation between her and Voldemort and smiled. "Uuuuh, i think he went to the office to do some paperwork or something, i wasn't really listening haha" She chuckled and Joe nodded, walking away, thinking that he'll just catch him later.
MeanWhile with Darren...
Darren had his head in his hands, mulling over around 24 forms to do with a job. He knew he would need to fill out stuff but never thought it would be this awful. He sighed and wrote a few pieces of music on a spare sheet of paper just to procrastinate like a pro. He picked up the paper and, since there was no one around, he began to sing as a little demo of his song. It was an adaptation from the song of 'Harry' That Jaime had sung to Darren in AVPM.
"Beeeeeeeckyyy, whhyyy caaant yooou seee? Whaat yoou're dooin' to meee?"
Becky looked up from her curled up ball in the corner of the cupboard. She had thought it was the evil director in there, just doing random paperwork. She heard Darren's voice and hope spreaded through her heard like a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winters day. She whispered to begin with, being so shaken. "Darree...D-Darren...Darren...Darren! Darren! Darren please help me DARREN!" She banged on the door with her fist, creating a wave of dust to attack her lungs, making her cough and shout with a coarse voice. "Darren! Darrenn!" He looked up and was shocked, hearing her voice, he was in dis-beleif for a moment but soon shot up, racing to the door, trying the handle but realizing it was locked, he shouted to Becky "Stand clear of the door!" He heard her shuffle to the back of the small room and he walked backwards, running into the door at full speed, he slammed into the door with his side, the hinges giving way and he pulled it apart from the wall. The sight he saw made his blood boil and tears come to his eyes. Becky was huddled at the back of the cupboard, tears staining her shirt and hands. She had red puffy eyes and dried tears were covering her saddened features. Darren had a look of pain and disgust, walking up to her, picking her up and laying her onto the desk top, after sweeping the table top of papers deemed useless by Darren at this point. He knew there was something wrong with her side, he knew this by the way she was holding it, tilting her body on the desk as not to let it touch the table top. He pushed on her sides gently and when she winced at her right side, he pushed the hem of her shirt up just a little. However...there was a humongous bruise close to her lower back, it was black, purple, green and grey, it was the size of a CD and had a little bit of a red center. This made him put a hand to his mouth in shock. A tear rolled down his cheek but his eyes were full of rage. Picking up Becky bridal style and kicking the door open. He walked down the corridor, Becky had fallen into a slow unconsciousness, nuzzling into his chest with her arms around his neck. They went through the doors to the main rehearsal room with Joe, Dylan, both Brian's and Lauren turned around and all eyes were on Darren, to walked to one of the sofa's and set her down softly. He looked up with saddened eyes and explained what he found. "Brian" "Yeah?" Both of them turned around at the same and made Lauren chuckle but tried to look serious again. "Brian R. can you get us some tools from the shed in the garden? I think i know who it is. Can you get the Axe and the spade? We need to find the other girls before that bastard does something to them" He nodded and grabbed his jacket, throwing it on and going through the back door.
Meanwhile with Chloe...
She was at in the corner, a liquid was pooling on the floor but she didn't care, she was trying not to think about what that horrible man was doing to Trixy, or the guys. She wept silently and hugged herself. She had tried to fall asleep and try to escape this nightmare by the way of sleep. Chloe was woken up by the sound of footsteps, coming closer and closer. She panicked, the liquid on the floor had dried but that was not her problem, the position she had been in for around an hour made her joints stiff and achy. She scrambled into the corner, putting her hands over her face, hoping to not see the evil bastard before he killed her. The door rattled and she was so scared tears streamed freely. She heard the rattle of keys and the door opened slowly. The footsteps came into the small room, she curled up in a ball. Brian walked to the back of the shed and picked up the spade he felt. When he lifted it up he heard a squeal from the other corner, he dropped the spade and jumped back, grabbing a torch from his pocket and flicking it on, he pointed it to the corner, it illuminated a small figure that raised its head and squinted their eyes at the sudden light. His eyes grey wider as he realized the frightened form was of one Chloe Challenger, the one girl that, seen like this made his eyes well up. He ran to her as she reached her arms out and croaked out "Br-briaan?" Her voice was coarse and had obviously been exposed to extreme wails of help. He hugged her small figure, the spell of dry tears and dust caught his nose but he only delved his face deeper into her soft hair. She hadn't noticed but he was slowly sliding hid hands under the small of her back, lightly lifting her up. He carried out the distressed but still quiet form of Chloe out bridal style, he noticed an ominous wet patch near her shoulder but didn't notice it, although he should have, all he wanted was for her to be warm and safe. She was wearing short denim shorts, black tights and a grey baggy jumper, along with blue sparkely converse shoes. He hadn't bothered thinking about the wet patch on her shoulder until he noticed... a stream, of glittering...red..blood. It was escaping from round near her shoulder, it was soon joined with three others, a horrified look crossed upon Brian's handsome features, as he looked to the door and sprinted the rest of the way. Everyone was quietly muttering in the stage room when Brian carrying A figure in his arms slammed through the door, beads of sweat rolling across his brow. The blood on her neck and chest had doubled now, she lay in his arms only slightly consiouse. Everyone gasped and Brian looked panicked. "I don't know what happened but we need to get to the hospital! NOW!" He yelled at everyone and was greeted with Dylan who was trying to calm him down. "Look Brian, just set her on the couch and we'll have a look at her. Brian nodded and he set her on a blue couch near the other one with Becky on and some chairs and bean bags. She curled up in pain when the top of her back touched the piece of furniture. "What do we do?" Dylan went round to her head and quietly shushed her as he pulled her jumper down, not enough to break her privacy but just enough to see a rather large gash going from the top of her shoulder down to the middle of her shoulder blade. It wasn't very thick but was surrounded by dry blood and mud, large pieces of rusted metal in the wound. "Oh my god..." Joe was near by, watching Dylan and Brian inspect Chloe's injury. Alarm bells began to ring constantly in his mind, then he realized...where was Trixie...
"Trixie..." Lauren was close by and heard him muttering. "What?" She walked up to him and Joe was staring at the floor. "Trixie...where is Trixie... Where is Trixie! Oh my god where is TRIXIE!?" Dylan turned round to see Joe with his head in his hands, mumbling over and over 'Where is she?' He turned back to Chloe, stroking her hair like a big brother and turning to Brian. Look after her a second." He nodded and Dylan walked over to Joe. "What is it?" "Its Trixie...where is she!?" He looked up, a few tears forming in his soft eyes. "Don't worry we'll find her!" Joe nodded and turned to Lauren and Brian(H) "Will you help me find her?" Lauren nodded and Brian shared a knowing look with him because of what had happened. "Sure buddy, we'll help." He put a hand on his shoulder and they all went looking. Joey however looked so sad and confused, he decided to go find a snack, wondering off into the kitchen area.
Joe, Lauren and Brian were searching for a while when they walked onto the stage. Joe had a look of sad worry. He sat down and the stage dipped slightly. He raised an eyebrow and looked down. He lay his head close to the floor and knocked his fist on hit. It was hollow. And he was sure he heard a small gasp. Joe raised his eye brow. "Brian, Lauren, where did we use to store the costumes?" They both looked at each other and then looked back at Joe. "Under the stage..why?" Brian raised his eye brow as his friend raised himself slowly then dashed to the back stage. They turned round to follow him but could't see where he had gone. "Do you think?" "Yes" The couple had developed a small telepathic connection. They knew Joe had figured something out but still decided to try and follow him.
Joe was racing through the doors to the backstage, dashing around the props and stage appliances. He ran down some old wooden stairs to a set of double locked wooden doors. They were worn but looked strong. However, Joe was feeling to pumped to care, he took a running start and smashed into the doors. A yelp and muffled scream caught his ears as he got up from the remains of the doors. It was a small-ish room, about the size of a walk in wardrobe, bits of old clothing lying about. A barricade of box's were stacked in a corner, the whole room was dark and filled with cobwebs and dust. Small whimpers could be heard from that corner. He approached it slowly and moved a box out of the way. A stifled scream was heard from the corner and a small figure curled up and began to whisper. "Don't hurt them please! You can have me just, dont hurt my friends! It was MY cousin who caught you take ME!" A puddle of tears was forming near her face. His knees wobbled at the familiar voice. Trixie. He fell onto his knees and put his hand on her back to comfort her. To his horror she screamed and curled up further. "Trix! Its me its Joe!" He moved closer and she lifted her head up, a split in the corner of her mouth was red with blood and she attempted to wipe it away with her sleeve. She jumped into his arms, crying into his chest and he rocked her back and forth comfortingly. "I'm so sorry Joe! I thought you were him! Oh god i'm sorry!" She cried for a little while but he eventually calmed her down. Bustling footsteps were heard as Brian and Lauren ran into the small room. And gasped at the broken down door and Trixie crying in Joe's arms. They helped her up and she walked with shaky legs. Joe decided to pick her up bridal style and she curled up into his chest. Sighing, the blood from her lip was staining his shirt, but Joe didn't care. He just wanted to find the bastard who did this and beat him to a pulp.
Finally Trixie was joined with the others, she sat silently on a yellow bean bag, the rest of them confused and hurt, trying to figure out how to get them to the hospital the fastest. A slow deep laugh stopped everyone dead in their tracks. Everyone turned around slowly. "Sooooo. You found my little girls. How very clever." Robert Dixon was slowly clapping his hands, leaning in the doorway, a smug grin pasted onto his grey features. "You really thought it would be that easy?" He began to walk forwards, stopping in front of a barricade of people in front of the three girls. "You..." Joe clenched his fists and looked abserlutly furious. He walked up to him and went to punch the guy in his face, when he pulled out a pistol from his pocket. Joe stopped with his fist in the air, slowly lowering it and backing away with a scared look. "Heheheh, now, were all gonna play along okay? Good. Now, hand me those girls, i want em' fresh for my customers." Everyone gasped and realized the weight of what he had said. He was gonna prosotute them. "NO!" Brian(R) and the others created a wall around the girls. "Hahaha! Well, looks like we'll have to do things..." He loaded the gun and pointed it at Lauren "..The fun way!"
Meanwhile with Joey...
Joey walked into the kitchen with a sad expression. He decided to have a bowl of cereal, getting out th box of frosted flakes, he bent down and looked in the fridge, there was only a dribble of milk left. "Goddammit!" He shut the door and frowned, shrugging his shoulders he picked up the box and ate out of it. He slowly made his was out of the kitchen before having a drink of Tropicana. He was walking through the halls and thought about the girls. He adored Trixie, not in a love way, she just reminded him of his sister. He knew she was still missing so he wandered through to the stage area. He noticed the doors were open and raised an eye brow, but when he walked in, he saw everyone, including Trixie being held by gun point by the creepy director guy he hadn't trusted. He seemed to be loading a pistol and getting ready to fire, he wasn't sure if they were acting but he walked closer and the others mimed to hit the director. He knew this was real and mentally slapped himself for being dumb. He sneaked round near the guy and hit him over the head with the cereal box. "AARrrgghg!?" He screamed in what sounded like surprise and confusion. "No! Brick! Not Box!" They shouted to Joey and he looked over the a brick laying on the floor. "Uuuh..." He didn't have much time to say sorry because Dixon had him in a head-lock, now, Joey was quite a strong man, he could pick up Dylan and Lauren at the same time, however, stopping him from flipping the guy on his back was the fact that he had a gun pointed at his head. "Now everyone better listen to me reeeeeal good okay?" He slowly growled through gritted teeth. "You hand me the bitches, and lil' boy over here wont get a head full of lead!" Joey looked over to Trixie who was scared and couldn't move. He made a decision and formulated a plan. Everyone was quiet and Dixon looked really crazy, he was sweating and had clenched his teeth together in a snarl. Trixie was curled up in the beanbag, willing for the murderer to fall into a black hole and to save poor Joey. However Joey was thinking up a plan that would defiantly work. He started it by pretending to struggle, this was dangerous but he was filled with adrenalin. He made sure Dixon's finger was nearly pulling the trigger when he grabbed his wrist with the gun in and pointed it at his own leg, Dixon pulled the trigger and shot himself, letting go on Joey, he turned him round and snathed the gun away from him, sliding it away from him to Joe. He then slammed him in the back, making the crippled man fall onto the floor. He screamed in agony, staring at his bloody leg. Everyone stood over him. He was sobbing over his leg. He looked so much like a little boy with a grazed knee it was unreal. Joey just stood over him with a look of disgust. Lauren was behind the guys standing over Dixon with Chloe, Becky and Trixie. She god out her cell phone and began to dial 9-1-1 when Trixie stopped her. "Lauren wait!" She looked to Trixie who had gotten up and had begun to stagger up to her on unstable legs. "What? Why?" Trixie stopped infront of her with a look of panic. "Thats not just any evil bastard, he's more! A year ago he was convicted with genocide! They had no proof until my cousin had video'd it by accident! Thats why he came here! He used a fake name! If you ring the police then you have to tell them who they're dealing with!" She began to cry and Lauren embraced her with a hug. "Please..i'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Lauren looked at her and shushed her. "Its not your fault, its not any body's fault. Okay, whats his real name?" Trixie thought hard and remembered the name. "Jayson Arthur Pockssly" Lauren raised her eye brows. "Wow... weird name, anyway, dialing." She put the phone to her ear while the guys were tying Dixon, or Pockssly, up. He had stopped crying because she guessed that he didn't want to look like a 'Girl'.
"W-What will you do to me? Shoot me for trying to fondle your gal's?" He looked so smug, Joe just wanted to smack him in the teeth, hoping to do some damage but restrained himself. "No.. you know why? Because were not as sick as you." His smug look faded and he looked at Brian(H) who was bandaging his leg up so that they would have someone to arrest. He finished the knot and pulled on it tightly, obtaining a hiss of pain from the sicko in front of him. "So, what will you do with me hm? Be pussies and let me go?" His smug look was back and Lauren came up and slapped him hard in the face that left a red hand mark. "Hello is this the POLICE?" She looked at him with fierce eyes and put the phone to her ear as Dick-son looked at her with wide eyes, slowly shaking his head no.
Phone: Hello 911 whats your emergency?
Lauren: We have a convicted murderer tied up here, with one-no two defensive injuries.
Phone: Alright, tell us your location and the name of this Murderer.
Lauren: She looks at Trixie as she nod's. "Jayson Arthur Pockssly"
The woman on the other end gasped and shouted to someone.
Phone: CODE RED! MURDERER JAYSON ARTHUR POCKSSLY HAS BEEN FOUND AND SECURED, THIS IS CODE RED, SWAT TEAMS READY!" She returned to the phone. "And what is your location?" She seemed so calm it was unreal.
Lauren: "Uuuh, sorry uh. 23 Portland road, Starkid Productions Studio's Pasadena. He was posing with a fake name and looks." She looked down with a smug look as every one surrounding Pockssly gasped and looked slowly at him as a look of frustration and fake smugness pasted its-self on his ugly, sweaty features. He his head and glared at Trixie, who was looking quite sheepish, attempting to clean the blood from Chloe's back, she turned back to her friend and wiped her forehead with a damp flannel, cooling her as she slumbered. "*Sigh* It'll all be over soon Chloe... soon..." She knew she needed to get to hospital as Chloe was loosing strength. Trixie got a bottle of water and opened Chloe's mouth. "Sip" She took the water but after she just closed her eyes and sighed. Weakness. She walked over to Becky as she was the only one un-harmed and sat beside her. "You okay?" She nodded and they hugged. "Its only a bruise i'll be fine... hows Chloe..?" Trixie and Becky looked to Chloe who had her eyes open, staring at Brian. "I think she'll be okay, just a bit weak is all" Becky nodded and looked over as Pockssly began to yell. "NO YOU CANT DO THIS! I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!" With that, Trixie got up, however. Pockssly was furious everyone was looking at Lauren on the phone except for Trixie. She just looked at him, fury burning in his eyes for all to see. (Please listen to La Roux-In for the Kill while reading this for maximum awesomeness and drama! Also imagine everything in slow motion from this point) She dropped the bottle of water in her hands. Every thing went in slow motion as the water splashed out in a wave of clear diamond like liquid. Pockssly got up, hardly limping on his wounded leg, no one noticing, he ripped out of the binding as it was thin. He ran to the gun by the counter and picked it up.
I'm going in for the kill!
I'm doing it for a thrill!
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand!
I hang my hopes out on the line
Will they be ready for you in time
If you leave them out too long
They'll be withered by the sun
Full stops and exclamation marks
My words stumble before I start
How far can you send emotions?
Can this bridge cross the ocean?
Trixie was stood, motionless. He pointed the gun at Chloe, her eyes were half open and oblivious. He laughed manically, however Trixie's mind was working at 40% slower than usual, making it a slow garbled horrifying laugh. She suddenly realized what was happening and ran in front of the gun just before it shot. The bulled pierced her right shoulder, she fell down and everyone turned. Joe screaming in pain and distress. She was knocked backwards and everything sped up. Everyone ran to her side and Dylan and Joey jumped on Pockssly who laughed in triumph, smiling up at the ceiling and dropping the gun absent mindedly. He Kept laughing as both large boys jumped on him and held him down, he didn't care that his injured leg was being crushed, all he did was laugh. The swat team burst through the room, screaming for them to hand over Pockssly. Dylan and Joey both grabbed the manic killer who looked over to Trixie and just kept laughing. The swat team took out a strait jacket and wrapped him in it, putting a mask on his face that marked him phycopathically dangerous. He was then placed onto a stretcher and carried outside. The team who were armed with riot gear placed him into an iron box van that had bars in the back doors. He was driven away, the only thing that could be heard was his crazy ass laughing and Becky screaming. The team then took off their suits and revealed paramedic uniforms, they took out a stretcher from an ambulance that had turned up as well. They rushed in and saw Joe crying over Trixie, keeping pressure on the wound. It was near her collor bone, on the edge of her right breast. Great fully not near her heart but still dangerously close to her neck and lung. He wouldn't let go of her. Dylan, Joey and both Brian's had to drag him away from her as the paramedics quickly cut open her clothes to the wound and began to quickly wrap it up. They rushed and placed her on a stretcher. Another two picked up Chloe after Lauren told them in tears. The tow were rushed into the ambulence much to Brian and Joe's distress, the doors clamped shut and no one went with them as the paramedics put on the sirens and drove off...
We can fight our desires
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions
And what are feelings without emotions?
OH MY GOD sorry i ended this on a cliff hanger guys! Special thanks to Chloe Challenger and Elizabeth Hinchcliff.. Jesus 5000 words? WOW that was hard but AWESOME the theme song for this was La Roux - In For The Kill! :) Love chow readers! xxxx Seriously you should listen to it its amazing ;)x