"What the hell is going on!?" Grace stood behind Chanel in the doorway, her eyes darting back and forth between Hester, the knives, and the two girls using each other as human shields in the corner.
"What does it look like!?" Hester shouted over her shoulder, quickly transitioning into her terrified, helpless act. "I'm protecting myself! These two snuck in through my window with these knives and threatened to kill me! Once a Red Devil, always a Red Devil."
"Liar!" #5 screamed before quickly retreating back behind #3, who surprisingly broke out of her stone-cold manner and seemed legitimately scared.
Chanel entered the room more, not feeling the same danger that her two friends were. "Oh please, do you really expect anyone in this room to believe that those two climbed in through your second-story window? #5 can't even walk up the stairs without getting winded halfway through." #3 nodded in agreement and so did an ashamed #5.
"You saw what they did to my eye!" Hester turned away from the two terrified girls to face the girls in the doorway. " I wouldn't put anything past them!"
While Hester tried desperately to remain innocent in the eyes of Grace and Zayday and Chanel fought viciously with her from across the room, #3 felt overcome with an emotion she had never felt before. She wasn't sure if it was courage or anger or just nausea from all of the pizza she had eaten earlier but she suddenly found herself lunging at the girl in front of her and tackling her to the ground. While the two rolled around in a brawl on the floor, #5 grabbed the knives that Hester had dropped and retreated to the other end of the room to cower behind Chanel and the others.
#3 had finally managed to temporarily pin the girl down and looked up, breathless, at the others who just stood and stared at the wrestling match taking place. "Is anyone else gonna do anything useful or should I just keep going?" Hester tried to take a swing at her face from below her.
At that, Zayday suddenly snapped back to reality. She was honestly just mesmerized because during the tussle, #3's earmuffs had fallen off and this was the first time that she had seen her actual ears. Her and Grace ran to her rescue and pried Hester off of her, standing between the two so the fight couldn't resume later. "Okay I don't know what is going on right now but we're gonna figure it out right now."
"I'll tell you what's going on," Chanel came closer, arms crossed confidently, "this little bitch was trying to be slick with her whole 'I'm a poor, homely, neck-brace-wearing, slut that could never hurt a fly' routine, but I see right through it. If there's one thing that you should've learned from being in Kappa, Hester, it's that nobody messes with me and gets away with it." Chanel yanked one of the knives out of #5's hands with an aggressive tug.
"Not so fast!" A familiar voice boomed through the room and Chanel rolled her eyes upon seeing who it was. "As much as Mama Denise loves a good dramatic revenge scene, I'm gonna have to stop you right there, baby girl."
"What the hell are you doing here, Hemphill?" Chanel yelled while still holding Hester at knife-point. It should have felt comforting that someone else finally showed up to bear witness but the fact that it was the head of campus security that let the Chanels go to prison without so much as even confirming Hester's accusations was not a comforting aspect for Chanel.
Denise sauntered into the room with the confidence that she always seemed to have. "Well I've been hanging around the grounds, making sure all is well and safe because like I said, I still got my eye on you Zayday Williams," she suspiciously eyed the annoyed Zayday that just threw her arms up knowingly in response. "I just happened to be checking out that fancy lawnmower that chopped off that Taylor Swift girl's head when I heard the commotion up here and I knew I had to come a'running."
"And you're just in time!" Hester went right back into her panic act. "She's trying to kill me! They came back to kill all of us!"
"SHE LIES!" Chanel shrieked.
Grace rubbed her eyes, still trying to fully wake up from the slumber that she was so abruptly woken up from moments ago. She watched for a few moments while Chanel, Hester and Denise bickered back and forth over who the killer really was. #3 was still close by Grace and Zayday from when they pried her from Hester's grip and didn't even seem to notice that her earmuffs were still mangled on the floor. She was nervously grabbing the sides of her head as if they were still there. #5 had taken position on the floor now, crying in a broken, hiccupy-way as she hugged her knees in tight. These girls couldn't actually kill anyone, they could barely keep their composure now. Sure, #5 definitely had some peculiar issues and #3 had the emotionless persona that would make for a great serial killer, but they wouldn't be this shaken up now if they were actually guilty, would they? "I think they're telling the truth." Grace found herself saying, even though she never thought in a million years that she'd be taking Chanel's side.
The arguments went silent and everyone turned to face the blonde girl, who nodded knowingly at Chanel.
"They are." A voice agreed from the doorway, and Chanel finally loosened her grip on the knife, never so happy to see Dean Munsch.