"I can't believe I missed #5 go all batshit crazy on her mom. That's the last time I'm gonna be the lookout." #3 helped Chanel slash the final tire on her mother's car. Like #5, Chanel decided not to kill her mother but to instead kill something even more valuable than her own life: all of her material things. They had started by sneaking into the house, snatching all of her mother's favorite outfits, and tossing them into the giant pool out back that they had also filled with bleach. Now they had just finished destroying all five of the cars in the garage, the same cars that had always gotten more love and attention than Chanel had ever received.
Chanel smiled proudly at the damage they had done to the car. "You should've seen it, #5 is just as crazy as we believed her to be." She tossed the hedge clippers that she had used to poke the tires to the side and exited the massive garage. "Now that that is taken care of: gather around bitches." She stood and waited for her chanels to circle her. "I'll admit that I had my doubts earlier today about our fate. I thought, maybe the police and Hester were right. Maybe I did actually kill on purpose, maybe #3 is also Dirty Helen and maybe #5 is Boone's deranged, psycho bath-tub sister. But after tonight, I know now more than ever that we were framed."
"By Hester?" #3 twirled the fur on her earmuffs in confusion. "But why would she do that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" #5 practically shouted. "Hester is the killer! She has been the whole time! I told you it was her who framed me for having you arrested last month, I knew it all along!" She said everything so matter-of-factly, proud to finally have been right about something.
Chanel rolled her eyes, hating nothing more than #5 being right. "We get it, Nancy Drew. But don't forget that that also means that there was never any Tinder swipe for you. Hester probably staged that too." #5's smile immediately faded.
#3 shook her head furiously, trying to retain all she was hearing. "Wait, so I'm not crazy?"
"Oh I don't doubt that you're very much mentally insane but I do know you are not a killer." Chanel was talented at blending compliments with insults.
All three of the girls jumped as a scream sounded from within the mansion. "Oh god," Chanel grabbed the girls by their arms and began pulling them away from the house, "my mom must've noticed her clothes are gone, we gotta get outta here."
After a long, long, walk and a lot of whining from all three of the girls, they were finally all in the backyard of Kappa House. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning so the entire mansion was dark, everyone was fast asleep, and Chanel knew the code to the security system. The Chanels hid behind the tallest bush by the pool and surveyed the landscape.
"So what's the plan?" #3 asked for the tenth time within five minutes.
"What exactly can we even do once we get in?" #5's voice was shaky, as it always got when she was on the verge of a panic attack. "Remember that #6 is a serial killer. She could like, kill us."
"Not #6! It's Hester!" Chanel quietly snapped. "She doesn't deserve to be a chanel anymore." To Chanel, that was the biggest slap in the face she could give someone. Being a chanel is truly an honor and privilege and should be treated as such. "And here's what we're gonna do: you two will enter through the front door and head up the main staircase while I go through the back door, up the back stairs, and to Grace and Zayday's room. You two can meet me there. If there's anyone that we can convince it's those two goody-two-shoes."
"Whoa wait," #5's eyes were wide, "I don't feel good about splitting up."
"No, it's genius." #3 stated emotionlessly. "Hester can't ever attack both entrances and at least one of us has to make it up to Grace's room. Splitting up will let us do just that."
Once everyone was on the same page, the girls dispersed, #3 and #5 heading toward the front entrance and Chanel breaking in through the back entrance by the kitchen. Chanel had the best chance at convincing Grace and Zayday that Hester was a lying bitch and #3 and #5 worked better as a team.
The heavy door opened surprisingly quiet and #3 cautiously crept in, followed by #5, who gripped a garden gnome that she had found in the yard and thought suited as a proper defense weapon. The house was eerily quiet.
#3 glanced around the dark room frantically, not a huge fan of the creaks in the floorboards she heard in the distance. "We should get some knives from the kitchen, just in case." #5 nodded silently in agreement and the two, for the first time, removed their heels to silence their steps.
Once they both were nervously grasping steak knives, they tip toed up the grand staircase, knowing that as much as they didn't want to, they had to venture off to Grace's room to meet their ring leader. They reached the top and peered down the long, dark hall. Of course their destination was one of the very last bedrooms meaning they would have to make it down the whole hall and pass every door along the way, including Hester's.
The two sorority sisters began their dangerous adventure down the corridor, knives ready for attack. #5 noticed that it didn't seem like Chanel had arrived yet but kept it to herself, trying not to assume the worst. Maybe she had just stopped in the kitchen for a midnight snack of cotton balls and marinara sauce or gotten distracted by her reflection in a mirror along the way.
They were almost halfway there when #3 suddenly stopped in her tracks, eyes wide. "Did you hear that?" She whispered with a shiver.
"What? No?"
Almost as if on cue, one of the doors behind them shot open.
Meanwhile, despite #5's doubts, Chanel had made it into Grace and Zayday's room immediately and had woken them up, but not before taping their mouths shut so they couldn't scream. Once both girls had agreed to stay quiet through their muffled words and cruel glares, Chanel removed the tape. "Good morning, sluts."
Grace scooched as far away as she could get from Chanel on the bed. As far as she knew, Chanel was the ringleader of the serial killings and must have only returned to kill the rest of them off.
"Would you relax?" Chanel hissed. "You're fine."
"How are you even here right now? We saw you get arrested." Zayday panicked, wishing she still had her chainsaw under her bed.
Chanel joined Grace on her bed, checking her nails so nonchalantly as if the circumstances were completely different. "I'm gonna do you two a favor and ignore the fact that you fell for all of the bullshit and willingly let the law take me downtown and I'm gonna include you both in my heroic plan to save Kappa and everyone in it."
Grace couldn't believe what was happening. "What the hell are you talking about, Chanel? And give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police right now and have you arrested all over again."
"Because I'm not the killer!" Chanel quietly screeched, as if it was obvious. Even in whisper Chanel could maintain her cruel manner. "Neither is #3 or #5." She noticed that the two goody-two shoes in front of her didn't seem convinced and while she would never dare to let it show on the outside, she was starting to feel hopelessly desperate. "Look I know that all of the evidence is solid and that you two have no reason to see any good in the three of us but I need you to trust me. I admit that on several occasions I wished the Red Devil would slaughter you both so that I could be rid of your annoyingly nosy and innocent personalities but I would never do it myself." Even though mentioning her desire for their death was probably not helping her case, she continued her plea. "Please you guys, you have to believe me. You know how much I hate begging, doesn't this show you how desperate I am right now?"
Grace looked the girl up and down. Admittedly, she did seem pretty desperate. But she had put on a convincing act before. "Well if you're not the killer then who is?"
"Hester! She's been lying the whole time!"
Zayday immediately cut the girl off. "Hold up, you lost me. Do you really expect me to believe that Hester would stab her own eye with a stiletto? Nope, I'm not buying it." She could've at least picked someone more believable to pin the blame on.
Chanel stood from the bed, throwing her hands up in desperation. "Please, you have to believe me! Everything can be explained I just-"
Chanel was stopped mid-sentence when two high-pitched screams sounded from down the hall. "Shit." Chanel whispered to herself before pouncing off the bed and sprinting out the door, followed by Zayday and Grace, who were more confused than ever.
Chanel was not surprised to see that the scream had come from Hester's room and when she rounded the corner she saw her two friends cornered, cowering away from the eye-patched brunnette and the two knives that she gripped in each hand. The two shot her helpless looks and Chanel just smiled knowingly at the girl who was still decked out in her bedazzled neck brace. The truth was finally going to come out.