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#5 stood shakily behind a tree on the perfectly cut grass, staring at the huge house in front of her. Everything about it seemed so foreign now, not like the house she spent the first eighteen years of her life in. Obviously she didn't have a very loving, homey childhood, but she still had her home. But now it everything she saw just reminded her that everything in her life was a lie.
She turned around and peered into the darkness of her driveway. "Guys," she whispered, "are you coming?" When no one answered at first, she started to worry. Was this all an elaborate prank by Chanel? Did they ditch her at her own home? She had fallen for all of Chanel's tricks once again.
She was about ready to head back to crappy apartment when she heard the clicking of heels coming her way. "Oh my god," she heard Chanel gasp, "I didn't think it was possible but your driveway is even longer than mine, #5." The blonde finally came into view, leaning against #3 for support after the long walk. After catching her breath, her eyes scanned the mansion before her. "Damn, #5, I didn't know you lived in a house like this."
#5 looked away so that Chanel couldn't see her roll her eyes. She was probably hoping that #5 lived in a cardboard box, knowing her. "Well you're not the only rich person, Chanel."
"Oh please my house is still bigger than like ten of yours but I'm impressed, I'll give you that." She smiled, thinking she had just paid a genuine compliment to her minion. "Now, let's go kill some heartless assholes." Chanel started to march forward.
"Wait!" #5 grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her back before she could take more than one step. "Don't we need some sort of plan? The lights are on upstairs, that means they're still awake, they could see us." #5 noticed more than just two silhouettes throughout the windows of the house. "Wait a minute, they have company over." She turned back to the driveway and for the first time noticed that there were several parked cars by the garage.
"Oh my god," Chanel couldn't help but laugh, "your parents are so excited that you're gone that they threw a party."
"Chanel, enough." #3 quietly snapped at the girl, seeing that this whole experience was clearly upsetting her fellow Chanel. "This is actually perfect, now you can sneak in undetected in the crowd of people." #5 nodded at the idea and the three sorority sisters set off toward the house.
While Chanel and #3 tampered with the power box outside of the house to disable to phone connection, #5 shakily placed her hand over the front doorknob and was shocked when it actually turned, unlocked. She gently pushed the heavy door open to reveal the dark entryway of the place she used to call home. The chatter and commotion from the gathering could faintly be heard from where she stood and judging by the darkness, #5 could safely assume that she was alone on the first floor.
The blonde took almost completely silent steps down the long foyer. She had gotten plenty of practice at being quiet in heels after all of the late nights where she would sneak back into the Kappa house after her late-night eiffel tower sessions with Rodger and Dodger. She always had to be super careful to not wake Chanel up back then for fear of getting slapped.
As she was about to climb the humongous staircase, she noticed a glimmer of light in the corner of her eye. In the biggest of their many living rooms was their towering, beautiful Christmas tree. There were dozens of gifts wrapped and placed perfectly around the tree. Who could these possibly be for? #5 thought to herself, approaching the tree curiously. She recalled that her parents never cared much for Christmas in the past, remembering the countless years that they would spend thousands of dollars on themselves and only give #5 a few, terrible presents that weren't even on her list. But those were considered good Christmases, as most years she remembers spending it alone while her parents went out and left her with nothing but the maid and her couple of crappy gifts.
She surveyed all of the perfectly wrapped boxes currently under the tree and was not shocked to see that they were all addressed to her parents. They didn't even plan on getting their own daughter anything, even before this serial killer drama. She couldn't help but kick the pile of presents over, suddenly feeling more inspired to follow through with her plan.
The music from her mom's favorite record player was easily heard from the party and as #5 ascended the staircase she noticed that any picture of herself that was once framed on the wall was now removed and replaced as if it never existed. Of course there weren't many photos of her in the house to begin with but this was just a low blow, even for her shitty parents.
She reached the top of the stairs and found herself in a room full of people that she didn't even recognize. Even with her obnoxiously bright pink dress and her insanely fluffy faux-fur vest, no one even batted an eye at her. Just like Chanel #3 said, she was invisible in the crowd of people.
She surveyed the crowd but her mother and father were nowhere in sight, only people that looked just as snobby and rich as they were. Whenever #5 was actually around for these parties in the past, her parents would force her downstairs or into her bedroom, too embarrassed to have her around. Back then she tried to brush it off and pretend that it wasn't a big deal but now she saw her parents for how they truly were.
#5 pushed through the crowd until she could see that the double doors of her parent's bedroom was slightly ajar, meaning that one, if not both of them, must be in there. Suddenly everything in her body told her to turn around and go back. This was a horrible idea given to her by a horrible person that she should have never trusted. She was not cut out for this kind of stuff.
"Don't chicken out." Someone suddenly whispered from behind her, causing #5 to nearly faint. She whipped around to see Chanel anxiously watching her every move.
"SHHHH calm down, slut, it's just me." Chanel cupped her hand over #5's mouth to silence her nervous, heavy breathing. "Are you gonna do this or not?"
"I'm scared," #5 whined, wishing they were back at Pizza Hut, "I don't even know what to say to them."
Chanel sighed, expecting the girl to wimp out like this at the last minute. "You don't have to say anything! Just punch the bitch, you'll feel better. And I promise, I'll be right outside the door for you."
#5 took a deep breath and looked back at the door. "Okay, I'll do it." She placed her hands over the knobs and just before she gently pushed them open, Chanel barged past her.
"Screw it, I can't take it anymore!" Chanel practically kicked the bedroom doors open and flew into the spacious master bedroom followed quietly by #5 who immediately closed the door behind them. "I'll kick their asses for you."
#5's mother emerged from the bathroom, not seeming very fazed by the sudden appearance of her daughter at all. "Well what do we have here?" Her voice was annoyingly calm, Chanel thought. "I thought we finally took care of you, Libby?"
Chanel tried to contain her giggle at the mention of #5's real name but then quickly resumed the nasty bitch face that she was shooting at #5's mother. She waited and hoped that #5 would speak up and start a brawl but she just looked stunned, completely silent. "Fine," Chanel sighed, "I'll do the talking. Listen up, bitch," the blonde began to circle the woman, her favorite form of intimidation, "I think your daughter is just as crazy as the next person but you have some nerve marching into my Kappa House and puking up your obvious lies. She may be socially awkward and horribly unpleasant to be around ninety-nine percent of the time but you and I both know that #5 is not a killer; she doesn't have the skills necessary."
Her mother didn't even bat an eye. "Who the hell is '#5'?"
"YOUR DAUGHTER IS NUMBER FIVE!" The ex-Kappa President suddenly shrieked. "It's a hell of a lot better name than 'Libby Putney'! Like are you serious? Libby Putney!?" Chanel caught her breath, realizing that she was getting off subject. But she seriously could not get over Libby-freakin-Putney.
"And of course I know that she's not the killer," #5's mother laughed, examining her nails, "her father and I didn't think that for one second."
"Then wait a minute," #5 finally spoke up, still a little offended by what Chanel had just previously said about her but trying to move on, "why did you do this to me?" She knew that she never had a good relationship with her parents but she didn't know it was this bad.
Her mother couldn't help but laugh again. "Honey, I'm sorry, but like I said yesterday, you are toxic and you were dragging us down. And besides, we were offered a great deal of money to go along with it."
#5 shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around all of this. "Where's Dad?" She hadn't seen him out in the party and clearly he was not here either.
"Work is keeping him extra late tonight, which is great because we're saving up for another trip this summer. Perfect timing now that you're gone, sweetie." She smiled, seeming quite proud of herself. "Now could you please go back to wherever you escaped from, you're gonna ruin the party."
Chanel was practically fuming. "#5? Permission to bitch slap your mother into another dimension?" She was about to lunge forward until she noticed that #5 surprisingly had already punched her mother square in the face. "Whoa, good one, #5."
The woman fell to the floor, grasping her nose that began oozing blood immediately. "You little bitch!" She tried to sit up and grab at her daughter's legs but #5 was one step ahead of her, kicking her back down.
Chanel watched on in proud amazement and judging by the look on #5's face, she seemed just as surprised that she was doing this all too. Her mother now stayed on the floor, whining and rubbing where her daughter had kicked. Chanel used that time to strip the gigantic bed of one of its sheets and used it to tie #5's mother's hands to the bedpost like handcuffs.
#5 watched curiously. "Wait, why are you so good at this, Chanel?"
"What? It's not like this is the first time I've had to do this to someone. Me and Chad would do a lot of role playing." She noticed her friend's judgemental glare and did not appreciate it. "Hey I just watched you beat the shit out of your mother, me using sheets as handcuffs is not the strangest thing to happen tonight."
"You girls won't get away with this!"
"Oh I almost forgot," Chanel ran to the nearest dresser and dug around until she found a sock. She returned to the injured woman and shoved the sock in her mouth. "perfect!"
#5 stared down at her mother, finally understanding why Chanel wanted them to do this. She had been jealous of kids that had loving families her whole life but was finally done with feeling sorry for herself. She looked at the snobby woman in front of her and wanted nothing more than to cause her more pain, maybe kick her again? Pull her hair? "What now?" she asked Chanel eagerly.
"Now we go."
#5 thought she misheard her. "Wait what?"
Chanel shook her head calmly, staring off beyond #5. #5 recognized that intense facial expression as Chanel's thinking face. "You heard me," the blonde replied, "we've done quite enough to her, and you feel better right?" She watched her minion nod. "And that's what we set out to do."
"So we're not gonna kill her?" #5 had to admit that she felt somewhat relieved. She was super pissed with her mother but kicking and punching her was just enough.
"No," Chanel did a 180 and headed toward the bedroom door again, making sure that her friend followed, "and the more important question to ask is why did Hester go through all of this trouble to have us framed?" #5 just stared wide-eyed at her, clearly clueless. "Ugh, you may have some weird 'Fight Club' skills but you're still such an idiot. What I'm saying is that I think the real Red Devil killer has been in front of our faces the whole time." She swung open the doors and quickly dragged #5 through the crowd and back down the stairs.
"Where are we going!?" #5 whined.
"To get #3. We have some work to do."