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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Aug 22, 2018 22:32:06 GMT
After Esme selected her green macaroon, those who had been confused and checking on the others joined in. Except for Robert, who had been passed out for an incredibly long time. Esme was silent, watching everyone try to make light of what was going when in truth, they were terrified; Well the whole gang was a drama club after all.
She smiled as Max and Peyton mocked the asshole tormenting them with her sarcastic toast, giving a dry humorless laugh. “Too bad these aren’t hot toddies.”
Humor was replaced by sadness. Chris was terrified, which was understandable. Esmeralda looked at him, her green eyes starting the hot sting betraying soon to fall tears. The last thing she wanted was for someone to die. He picked blue, the same as Tara’s. Her smile was quivering, but it was genuine. Tara may have been an odd person to place a few hours ago, but Esme could now see Tara as the kind, loving, but hurt individual she was.
Esme was smiling wider...
...a smile which broke.
No. Anything but those voices. They were back. The voices that chewed her out for not listening. Something dripped into her untouched tea. Blood. It swirled red in the over steeped yellow like a tempest. They were coming from something coming. A terrifying Jekyll-Hyde mix of Faith and Polaris has arrived. Esme closed her eyes and looked down. All she heard was a drill
When she opened them, Jamie, who had done literally nothing wrong, was dead. Sivgard had fallen and was showing signs of fading fast. The memory of Madonna dying of blood loss flashed before her eyes. But then the light were turned off, leaving Esme in the darkness of the room and her own terror.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Aug 23, 2018 0:01:39 GMT
As everyone else started to awake, so did Peyton, who then proceeded to start screaming and struggling. Apparently, she had chosen freaked out mode. What a shame. “Who the fuck is doing all of this in the first place?” – I’d say same asshole who has kept us here in the first place. – she stated the obvious, shrugging. To hell if she knew who the fuck it was. She had wondered if the responsible one would show up for the occasion, but… it didn’t seem to be the case for now.
She seemed to settle herself a bit in response to Max’s comment. The woman had just picked a macaroon, and Misha did a quick once over of the room, observing the pairs as they formed: Max and Nessa, Pidge and a woman… Tara waited for her pair to choose her, as did Misha… and now Peyton. The redhead eyed the woman for a second. She didn’t want to pair up with her then. She hadn’t even looked at her, or tried to offer herself to Max, someone she seemed to get along with well. That didn’t feel right. She kept her eyes on her, studying her. Why did she seem to isolate herself like this? Was this just Peyton being Peyton? Her thought process was hard to follow; one moment she was trying to take the role of leader, the next she was curled into a ball and hyperventilating with curses escaping her mouth at the speed of light; and even now, she’d gone from one extreme to the other in record time. But even then… Misha glanced to Peyton’s macaroon, and then her own. Yellow. Red. She had a bad feeling about this. Not that she could say anything about this… despite how much she wanted to. She looked at the three remaining people: Chris, Robert and Jamie. Robert was nice, and Chris was a sweetheart, but Jamie… Jamie was a friend. Jamie was someone Alex cared about. She needed to protect Jamie. “I hope it’s okay for you…”What?Before her eyes, Jamie reached for a macaroon herself; except, instead of grabbing her color, she chose another. Yellow. Peyton’s color. On the other side of the room, Chris had just picked a color as well. WaitOnly Robert was left. WAITHer head was spinning. Maybe if she could just… Could she try to switch Jamie’s macaroon for a red one? SHOULD she switch her macaroon? Was she even right about Peyton? And if she was… should she truly make the choice for her? Would that make her responsible for Robert’s death? Did she care? "Happy birthday to you!"
A voice, disturbingly joyful, truly out of place, jolted her, making her jump in her seat. Her eyes rose to the other side of the room, but no one was there; and as the chanting got more and more disturbing, she understood it was a recording… hopefully. What wasn’t a recording were the drops of red liquid falling directly into the table. Reluctantly, she looked up. She wished she hadn’t. Right above their head stood the violated corpses of two little girls, sewed together like the poor dolls of a deranged child, their remains covered in blood and filth. It was a mystery how no one had seen it. Smelled it. She stared at the display for 3 good seconds, her wise brain refusing to register the identity of the girls as she watched in awe, before suddenly looking down, shutting her eyes closed with surprising force. She didn’t want to see this… she didn’t want to believe this. Maybe Peyton’s right. I AM a little delusional.She almost wanted to laugh at that; a nervous, broken laugh. This wasn’t for real. This hadn’t just happened. Except it had. The pain in her back, the feeling of ropes around her body, the gasps of the people around her… everything told her that this was very real. Extremely, painfully real. Wait. Peyton. Jamie. "H̴̕a͠p͢p̷͞ỳ ͢͡b̷̧͘i̷̢r͝͝ţ̸́h̛͡ḑ̀a͠y̷ ̸̨̧t̴̡͢o̵ ̨y̛͘͡ơu̕͞,̕̕͠ sang a masculine voice, coming right from behind her. Behind Jamie. She could feel him approaching. Acting on instinct, Misha forced her entire body forward and lowered her hand on Jamie’s macaroon. If she could just… "J͢͏̀ ̸̷͡Á̶͞͠ ̡̢̨͜͞I̶̷ ҉Ḿ̵̵͞͡ ̵̡̢͟͞I̢͘͜ ̷̨͠E͠"
A hot, dark substance covered her eyes and face as her body remained forward, screams ringing in her ears. Girly screams. Jamie’s screams. Looking up to face the horrid spectacle happening in front of her, Misha watched as the man drilled the innocent girl’s skull open, forcing her to stand in place as she struggled and cried; until, finally, she stopped, lifeless. The whole time, Misha’s mouth hanged open in blatant, empty shock. Jamie was dead. She had just been killed. In front of her. Because she had paired up with Peyton. Because she hadn’t paired up with her. The rest of the events didn’t register to her at all; the screams, the fear, the man falling to his knees in pain, Peyton falling, or even the presence on the other side of the room. None of it mattered. Jamie had just been killed. And it was her fault. Suddenly, the lights went out.
So did she.
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Post by Peyton Cross on Aug 23, 2018 2:44:33 GMT
Peyton’s head leaned forward, staring at the yellow macaroon in her lap. She was tempted to eat it, but her instincts told her it might be poisonous. Probably better not to risk a thing like that. She closed her eyes and sighed, still questioning of what she had to witness next. Questioning…who would pair up with her. Who’s life she had to take. Who it ended up being…was not what was expected.
“I hope it’s ok for you,” a small voice said.
Peyton blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. The voice…it was directed at her. She lifted her head up and saw little Jamie, the spunky girl who hung out with Alex and Kairi, take the yellow macaroon.
No…no no no no. No!
NO!
YOU IDIOT!!!
Why would you do that??? WHY WOULD YOU TRUST ME?!
She wanted to scream those words at the top of her lungs, but she bit her lip. If she spoke up, then they’d all die. No one here would survive, and she had to make sure that that wouldn’t happen. For once the raven haired had to swallow her pride for the greater good. The needs of the many vs the needs of the few. That’s how the saying went didn’t it?
Peyton’s head sunk into her lap, not wanting to look at anyone. She felt ashamed, she felt guilty. But then…then music started to play. It was the “Happy Birthday” song, becoming more and more distorted. She was confused at first, and almost refused to look up, but a few collective gasps and screams encouraged her to do otherwise. Her eyes widened. Not even a small gasp could escape her lips. She was frozen in place. What she saw…was more horrifying than she could have ever imagined.
Two of the younger girls from their group were torn apart and sewn together, like some sort of Frankenstein’s monster, hanging on a hook like a dead cow. The body reeked of odor, and had been rotting for a while. Peyton wondering how she never noticed the smell in all her time in here. Was she really that oblivious, or had she refused to believe it? The song grew more loud and distorted, hurting Peyton’s eardrums, but she endorsed the pain. Because the real pain was in her stomach. The sickening feeling she had when looking upon the sight. Then..she saw something else…a man. A man in a clown costume…holding a drill…behind Jamie. Peyton’s eyes welled up with tears and she stared the brunette in the eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” she managed in a shaky voice.
Then it happened. The drill started up and Peyton, catching on rather quickly, looked away. She forced her eyes to stay shut, as if they were sewn together. She cringed as she heard Jamie’s screams of horror. The raven haired was tempted to look, but it was better to be blissful. Just hearing the drill implant into her skull and her screeching was enough to give her ever lasting nightmares. She didn’t need an image to go along with it.
Then it stopped. Her fellow classmates were all still heavily breathing. Her left eye squinted open…and she saw it. Jamie’s head covered and oozing with blood, a hole in her skull. The world was spinning for Peyton. She felt that nausea again. And just when it couldn’t get any worse…
The clown turned out to be Sigvard, and he stumbled backwards a little bit. It was if he woke up in his sleep, and had no idea what happened to him or where he was. Like he’d been forced to be here. He didn’t even seem to realize he killed poor Jamie. Peyton was about ready to scream at him, in heartbreak and anger. He killed her and barely noticed. However, she would have never been able to say anything when Sig’s back snapped in half and he fell to the floor. She led out a small shriek.
Peyton started to lean back, wanting to get away from the sight as much as possible, but she ended up falling to the ground, her spine landing on the hard surface. She groaned in pain and turned her head to the side, getting a glimpse at something shining. Under the table she caught sight of a silver key, a little similar to the one she had. She reached out for it, and the moment the it’s cold metal material touched her hand…the lights went out.
Peyton’s head filled with static, and everything became dark.
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Post by Tara Macfly on Aug 23, 2018 10:19:56 GMT
After the pairings were choosen everything went fast.
Tara had always her eyes closed, afraid to open them and face the reality that one of them will die. Then an happy birthday music start playing. At first it seems to be the normal music like she could have in her birthday when she was a little girl but it become more distorted. "H͜a̸pp̀y̛ bi҉rth̸d͟ay to ͡y̕o͟͝u̡,͢,". Tara kept her eyes closed and start shivering, it was the death knell. It will come and kill one of them soon.
But then an horrible smell went up to her nostrils. She winced of disgust and instinctively opened her eyes but she should have prefered to never open them again.
A vision of horror was face to them. Blood. A smell from hell. And a body. An human body. Sewed with the bodies of two girls. Tara wanted to scream but no sound escaped her mouth. How could someone do something like this ? She refused to admit it was reality. It couldn’t be. It should have been an hallucination. But then she recognized one of the girl, and she nearly faint. Polaris. One of the girl was Polaris, her childhood friend. The one she hadn’t seen in years and had been too afraid to talk to again when she saw her in Maverick high. She will never have the occasion to talk to her, and to change that now. Never. She was frozen in place. Never could she have imagined something worse happening but she was going to be shown she was wrong only minutes later.
Everyone have their gazes turned towards this frankeinstein creature and didn’t see the tall man, walking near Jamie. "H̴̕a͠p͢p̷͞ỳ ͢͡b̷̧͘i̷̢r͝͝ţ̸́h̛͡ḑ̀a͠y̷ ̸̨̧t̴̡͢o̵ ̨y̛͘͡ơu̕͞,̕̕͠ " He sings. He was dressed in a ripped and dirty clown suit, who was scarry in itself, Tara hated clowns. But then he approached an electric drill towards Jamie’s head.
« No ! » Tara wanted to scream but still her voice was like blocked.
"J͢͏̀ ̸̷͡Á̶͞͠ ̡̢̨͜͞I̶̷ ҉Ḿ̵̵͞͡ ̵̡̢͟͞I̢͘͜ ̷̨͠E͠,͘͠" Pronounced a robotic voice towards the speakers. And then the tall man drilled poor Jamie’s skull. Blood coming out of her head and being projected in all of them.
Tara being in front of Jamie, was in first row, of this horror show. Her eyes grew in horror when she wanted to close them. She was still frozen, unable to product a sound.
When the song stopped, The tall man also stopped and retired his drill from Jamie’s head who fell on the table. Dead. Tara just saw another classmate dying in front of her. In an even more violent way. The murderer, took a few steps back away seeming uncertain and revealed his face.
Sigvard ? One of the infamous five ? A fellow student and drama club member ? Was it him the one who send them texts ? Tortured them ?
« Why did you do that ? » She wanted to ask but she still couldn’t speak because of the shock.
"No, I- What? I- AH!" Sigvard cried.
Then she saw it. The hole in Sigvard’s body. He bent in half, and started agonizing on the floor. What ? What does it mean ? Was he only a puppet ? Was he being controled ? Or did he kill Jamie because he was afraid to die ?
She would never have the answer. The light were turned off, and a white familiar noise kept buzzing on their ears. The signal they will fall asleep and being transfred in another room again.
Before Tara fell asleep, the last image she had was Jamie’s liveless face, blood falling from it, in front of her and Sigvard’s agony cries.
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Post by Christopher Kresh on Aug 23, 2018 18:40:19 GMT
Chris was still looking at tara while he carefully held the macaroon. He smiled sadly at his friend when she gave him permission. He noticed the movement of her hand but she couldn't move much just like him. Chris bit his lip. What the hell did they end up in..
“Whatever will happen now” taras voice made him look up wanting to look her in the eyes when she talked to him. “ I want you to know chris that you are my best friend, and I'm so happy to have met you. You're one of the nicest person I met here, always here to help me. I can't thank you enough for everything. Thank you.” Chris looked at her silent. Taras words had meant so much to him. "I love you" she finished as he saw how his best friend started to cry. He wanted to immediately comfort her. Tell tara that both of them would be okay. Tell her he was the one with the star card and that he would get them out of there so she didn't need to worry. But he couldn't. If he did everyone would die. “Tara .. I don't have many friends.. people often look at me as if i am a freak.. if they even notice me at all.. I.. I never understood why such a beautiful person both inside and outside would like to be my friend.. but .. i want to thank you for .. being you and not abandoning me..” he said softly. “I love you too” he told her. The redhead looked away. He wasn't embarrassed to say that out loud. Tara was really dear to him.
After he made his final choice a song started playing. Slowly the happy birthday song started to become less happy and more disturbing. He saw how liquid was starting to drip down in everyones tea. Chris went pale as he hesitantly moved his head up to look at the disfigured bodies of faith and polaris. Both young girls were sown together and made a horrific immage. What in the world could have done this..? Who in the world vould have done this..!? Suddenly a male voice joined the song as he got to jamie. It was sig looking horribly disturbing. He wasnt close with sig but never had he thought he could do this. “NO SIG WAIT--” he cried out as he struggled in the restrains and tried to reach out to stop him. He was sitting next to the terrified girl but he couldnt reach her as he could only see up close how sig drilled a hole in the girl. Chris could feel some of the warm blood splatter on his skin. He looked horrified frozen in fear. He didnt know what to do. That meant peyton was the one with the cross card.. and he should have teamed up with her. He stared at peyton a feeling of guilt punching him in the gut as he felt a pain he hadnt felt before. Yes seeing andrei die had been horrible and he was still sad about it.. but jamie. He.. they.. they could have safed her. The world started to spin and the redhead didnt even notice how sig fell on the ground. All he could think of was guilt knowing he had jamies blood on his hands. The spinning turned into whitenoise as he soon blacked out.
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Post by Jamie Lewis on Aug 23, 2018 19:13:18 GMT
I imagined death so much it feels more like a memory. Is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?
The girl always loved that quote from the musical.. but she never thought… she would get to experience the feeling of it so soon. The music started and the bodies fell from the ceiling. Her heart dropped. She couldn’t escape this… the bodies in the refrigerator room and now here… they were everywhere.. this is madness. She looked around at the others desperate and in shock then… she met Peyton’s eyes. Tears were forming in the raven-haired’s eyes. What was wrong with her? Was she okay? The bodies affected her that much or.. the brunette noticed something else.. Peyton looked embarrassed… ashamed.
“I’m so sorry” Jamie looked at her confused.. why was she… the cards… the macaroons.. the X. No. Not Peyton. Could it be? No. No.. Peyton can’t be.. this can’t be it. She still had so much to do. She was just fifteen.. her whole life was in front of her. She’ll never go to college.. get married.. have kids.. nothing?! She remembered all the people she would leave behind.. Alex, Misha, Emery, Max, Phillip… Tristan. She started struggling with her ropes desperate to break free. But she froze instantly as she felt a searing pain in her skull…
“I was six when my dad left us” the girl started after taking a deep breath “Jordie was around three. My father.. he... he was and probably still is an amazing person. I miss him everyday. Since my mom is from a rich family she can be a bit...distant..cold and even arrogant at times along with her whole family. I think she tried to control dad too much. Forcing her opinions on him. She expects the best from everybody. But he was like a bird.. he hated to be kept in a cage. One day I guess dad had enough of it. They had a fight in the kitchen. I can still remember it. I was hiding behind the doorway holding my brother’s small hand. After a while the shouting stopped and the door slammed. Dad was gone...
Though my brother was still little he was never the same again. He became more withdrawn. Always in his room. Mostly on his computer. I tried to talk to him a bunch of times but he always yelled at me for bothering him all the time so....after a while.. I stopped trying.
Mom says he’s just like his father. She never even tried talking to him. She turns all of her attention on me and my grades. She wants me to be perfect, the best! Nothing is good enough... It’s hard convincing her into letting me stay at the drama club. She finds it “utterly useless”. I know she’ll never let me become an actress. She probably wants me to be a lawyer or a doctor or something. I just.. wish I wouldn’t have to deal with her alone. I wish I could talk about it with my brother but... “ she sighed “Well you already know.”
the brunette turned to Tristan with a sad smile “I guess we both have shitty relationships with our brothers, huh?”
The pain kept getting worse and worse until the girl couldn’t feel anything… she just remembered those words.. “I’m so sorry” playing over and over in her head. She was standing in a white void... in front of her was… her brother. “I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry” he kept saying. The others around the table could hear her last word very clearly “Jordie..” her voice died.
I’m sorry too...
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Post by Catherine "Pidge" Santorini on Aug 24, 2018 0:46:10 GMT
A few conversations started after or during the taking of the macaroons. Catherine, debating whether she should eat it or not stared at hers intensely. Something broke her concentration though: a noise she was far too familiar with. Someone was in the tech booth. She glanced towards the window in attempt to make out who was there, but she couldn't. The room was dark except for the the spotlight on the strange tea party. A too-familiar tune blasted through the speakers. It seemed normal enough, but then she noticed something fall into the teacup. The ceiling was probably leaking due to the earthquake damage. Pidge decided to glance up at the source.
Two girls, presumably freshmen, were sewn together and dangling from the roof. The techie honestly wanted to throw up at the sight. It reminded her of some Frankenstein's monster... She knocked the blood-tainted teacup off of her table with her free hand. As soon as the teacup fell to the ground, another horror was thrust upon Pidge. A man in a clown costume holding a drill to an innocent woman's head. She desperately wanted to break eye contact at the scene, but she couldn't. From the glimpse of it, it seemed like the man in the suit seemed familiar.
The man stopped after the brutal deed had been done, almost as if he had been awakened from a trance. As he fell down, Pidge saw some identifying marks - one being bright red hair that belonged to one other person besides Naomi.
She pounded her fist against the table again. The lights went out, then did she.
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Post by Vanessa Rose on Aug 24, 2018 4:20:18 GMT
“Me too, luv.”
Was it silly to feel happy that she worried about her too? She wanted nothing more than to free from the restraints and hug her tight. Clenching her fist tight in her lap, she gave her a shaky smile.
Later, right?
Looking around at the others, Vanessa barely registered what they said, turning the purple macaroon in her hand absentmindedly. She was shaking and was tired, so tired. This nightmare was lasting too long... yet it felt like it had barely begun for her. She knew so little of what was happening, so in the dark.
“I vote we all go,” she added after Max’s comment. Another tug on her restraints and Vanessa sighed softly to herself. “Have I mentioned that Alice in Wonderland isn’t really one of my top favorites? Though I think this setup is influencing my opinions on the movies...”
Biting her lip, she watched mostly, not really having much to say-- not knowing what to say... Was what she said really something she should have?
At seeing Maxine take the purple macaroon, her heart skipped a beat. “Max...” she whispered before smiling a little. A small laugh left her when Max did the mock cheer. Maybe she shouldn’t have, but it made her feel better in a way.
Holding tightly to her macaroon, she felt better about Maxine’s chances and about her own.
Maybe luck was on their side?
Music started, Happy Birthday playing throughout. She frowned, this is was a pretty messed up birthday party... Slowly the song twisted and became broken sounding, and suddenly she felt like she was in a horror movie, waiting for the killer come around the table, slicing their necks one by one...
Gasps and screams and suddenly she was looking up at corpses being lowered down. Smell hit her and her stomach churned. “O-oh, oh God...” Her hand went to her mouth, the macaroon dropping to the floor, forgotten.
A drill sounded and the deep male voice saying ‘happy birthday’ made her blood run cold. Seeing the others’ across from her look towards Jamie, Vanessa slowly turned and gasped before shrieking as the drill went into her skull.
Flinching back, her chair rocked and she had to grab the table to keep from falling. Oh my god, oh my god!
Quickly she lowered her body as close to her lap as much as she could with her arm tied to the chair and tried to breathe. Her stomach was churning, her eyes watering, and all her ears could focus on was the drilling sound…
When it was over, she didn’t dare look towards Jamie, she couldn’t take it. Someone shouting, however, made her look up. A scream finally left her when the clown just seemed to burst open, blood and guts falling out before he even hit the floor.
Turning quickly, she reached across the table to Maxine, desperate to know she was actually okay. “Max!”
She was the last thing Vanessa saw before the lights shut off. White static filled her ears and suddenly she was slumped against the table, passed out.
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Post by Maxine Evans on Aug 27, 2018 11:16:06 GMT
Peyton rose the yellow macaroon in the air in solidarity. ‘Cheers indeed.’ If they sat closer together, Max would have clinked it like a wineglass. She heard a few chuckles from the table. She smiled. They were in this together. ‘Max…’ she turned to Vanessa. If she could hold her she would. When they were safe and alone. Jamie looked at Misha, looked at Max’s macaroon. Her hand reached for the yellow. ‘I hope it’s okay with you.’ A haunted expression came to Peyton’s face. Her friend sunk her head – trying to disappear - Something – something was wrong.
A drop of blood fell from the ceiling.
‘Happy birthday to you!’ The tea cups rattled with the sound. "Ha̸pp̀y̛ bi҉rth̸d͟ay to ͡y̕o͟͝u̡,͢," Red spotted the table cloth. The voice distorted, echoed, hauntingly familiar, but she couldn’t grasp what it was. A metal chain rattled in the distance. A cacophony of screams rang in the room.
The corpse swung into view from the ceiling. Two girls - half-naked stitched together by the seams. Bile rose in Max’s throat. Hooks tore through their flesh like a pig. What monster would do this? She had to be in a nightmare – she was going to wake any moment. It was a dream. The macaroon splintered in her hand.
Misha strained against her ropes, urgent. The smell of rotting flesh permeated the space. A girl’s cup smashed on the floor, shattering tea. Max clenched her leg, trying to wake up. The pain seared under her nails. It couldn’t be real – it couldn’t - Her fingers brushed against a solid shape. Her phone.
Max’s eyes widened in realization. Andrei’s recording… Amanda had been screaming at something before her death. Max’s throat closed. The voice over the speakers continued to sing. She had to try. She glanced down at her phone beneath the table.
The mobile was still locked on camera mode, the last recording of Jamie’s collapse in the teacher's lounge flickering on the display. She knew she couldn’t whip the camera out in public. Whoever did this could still be out there, out of sight – to be blatant would be to risk death. But if she could record the sound on the speakers… maybe, just maybe… her thumb clicked on the screen.
"H̴̕a͠p͢p̷͞ỳ ͢͡bi̷̢r͝͝ţ̸́h̛͡ḑ̀a͠y̷ to̵ yơu̕͞,̕̕͠ " Max looked up. A boy in a filthy clown suit shuffled out of the shadows. The red-headed boy screamed from the table. ‘NO SIG WAIT--!’ Max’s back pressed against her chair. Sig was behind Jamie – Peyton sobbed, apologizing - a robotic voice rang out -
A drill went through the girl's skull.
"J͢͏̀Á̶͞͠I̶̷ ҉Ḿ̵̵͞͡iE͠'
Max’s hand flew to her mouth. She turned. She was no stranger to death – but this, this was something else. The sound of the drill seared through her brain - and worse... "̢̛H̸̡̀̕à̸͜pp̵̶y̷̢͞birh҉͡d̷́͡a̶̡͡ỳ̀͜y̶͢͟o͞u̢͠!̡̨"̵̀̕ She heard heavy footsteps shuffle. Max looked up. A jagged hole winked out of Jamie's skull. Sig staggered back, as if shaken from a dream. ‘No – I - What?’ His guts snaked out onto the floor – the room span around her. Max heaved.
‘Max!’ She whipped around to the sound of Vanessa’s voice. The blood had drained from Nessa's face, her voice hoarse from screaming. Max strained at the ropes, trying to stand to get to her. Static screamed in her head. She reached out -
The lights died - her body fell forward - the phone ceased.
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