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Post by Zara Hamilton on Oct 8, 2018 17:29:40 GMT
Zara was slow to stir; her eyelids felt heavy and her head was spinning. The blasting sound of music brought her our of her stupor, suddenly, the devil was in front of her.
Naya fucking Zafar.
She'd never taught the girl before, but she'd tutored her boyfriend, and Naya was often there at the end of their study sessions to greet him. She'd never quite understood why she'd showed up every time without fail, was she jealous or possessive? Did she think Zara was the sort to sleep with a taken man? She may lack morals in some aspects, but she wasn't a homewrecker.
Still, the girl had been sweet enough. She'd even brought her cookies to thank her for helping her boyfriend pass his finals. Zara would never have pinned her as a murderer.
And yet, there she was. Killing people, singing and dancing around their corpses.
Zara felt bile rise in her throat. Her attention was shifted to the side of the stage, where the demon nodded at... Nancy.
She was unable to contain herself. Nancy, the bitch, had been playing nice and innocent to Zara's face but behind her back, all of their backs...
"Nancy, you vile lying bitch! I hope you rot in hell!" she cried out, everything in her body screaming at her to run up there to strangle the disgusting creature, the one who'd lied to her. Before she could, however, she heard a voice from behind her that was so unmistakable, it cut through every single other yell and scream in that hellish room.
"Zara..."
Oliver. Oh god, not Oliver. Not him too... It was bad enough having her best friend in there, her former tutees, people she'd seen in the halls and recognised... But not him, not the man who'd been there for her when she needed it, who'd listened to her and who'd inspired her to be better. He couldn't be here... He should be far from here...
She strained in her seat, whipping round, desperate to find him. Their eyes met, and she let out a soft cry. He wasn't far behind, that was how she'd heard him so clearly. She could reach out and touch him...
It was a small comfort to her that she hadn't spotted her brother, not amongst the audience, nor in the sick play that was going on in front of them. But Oliver... Oliver was here...
"Oliver!" she screamed, for once in her life not caring if her former classmates saw her being vulnerable. He was crying... she looked back at the stage. Naya was staring straight at her. There was nothing behind her eyes...
Zara realised in that moment that this wasn't Naya. Naya's eyes had always been kind, loving, warm... The Naya she'd briefly known was dead, and somebody was wearing her as a skin suit.
But... even with that knowledge, why was it staring straight at her? It sent shivers down her spine, and she bit her lip, looking back at Oliver.
"Oliver!" she repeated, "I'm right here, I..."
What could she say? She wasn't involved, and yet the way the devil's eyes bored into her, he must have mistaken her for a traitor, just like Nancy.
"I didn't do any of this!" she finally managed to choke out, "And... I'll save you! I will, I won't let anyone hurt you! You, Sia... everyone!"
She knew in her heart she would too. She would protect every damn victim in this hall before she would protect herself.
They'd get out of there alive, even if she wouldn't.
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Post by Nancy Holmes on Oct 8, 2018 19:38:24 GMT
The noise. The noise. Stop.... Please, just leave her alone.... She already had blood on her hands, so much blood... She blinked a few times, before she finally opened her eyes. It was dark. Where was she...? Did she have to kill someone again? Please, no... She couldn't bare it. Maybe it was her own last hour that had come eventually. Death was lying in the air, she could sense it. And smell it. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the darkness. She was backstage of the auditorium again. So it really wanted her to kill someone else, that was the only reason why she was here, right?
Yeah... the bloody bat was lying next to her.... Right next to her bloody hand. It was dried, but it felt still fresh. It was tightening her skin where it was covering it - on her hands, her arms, her legs, her face - although there were white streams under her swollen, red eyes, where her tears had washed the blood away. She was a monster. A fucking coward. So afraid to die that she had killed another person just to keep on existing. Yes, she existed. But she did not live. She felt sick again and finally rose her head, when she heard a noise coming from something a few meters away.
Her eyes fell on Copper. And holding his leash was... the thing. Nancy yelped at its sight and rolled on her back, crawling away until she hit a black box behind her. The thing came closer and handed her the leash. With shaking hands, she held onto it. "What- ?", she began, but it interrupted her.
"Take it. And hold it until the show begins. And make it shut the fuck up." She quickly nodded and wrapped the leash a few times around her wrist so Copper couldn't run away. She could do that. It was nothing bad... The thing went away, towards the stage. Copper barked like crazy, trying to break free and get to the thing, probably to attack it. Maybe she should leave him... but- no, it would probably kill him. She couldn't let that happen. "Copper, shh.... please... shhhhh.... please be quiet, please...!", Nancy talked at him, trying to pet his soft head, but he snapped at her. "Ahh! No- shut up Copper or it will hurt you..!", she hissed, trying not to get the thing's attention again. Maybe it would forget she was there if only she was quiet enough. And Copper, too. She put her hands around his snout, trying to make him shut up.
It worked for a while, but then he broke free from her grip, barking with double volume. Not because he had been stronger than Nancy - no. She let go of it, needing both of her hands to cover her mouth, stifling a scream. If she hadn't wrapped the leash around her wrist, Copper would've escaped by now.
There... right above the thing.... there were... four bodies. So this was where the disgusting smell came from. The longer she looked, the more detailed she could see them. Elizabeth, Amanda, Thalia and Arielle. No. Arielle. No. Thalia. No. Nancy couldn't pay much attention to the rotten Liz and the blemished Amanda. Her eyes were glued to the other two. She couldn't keep it. The girl bent over the nearest box and vomitted behind it. It was a miracle that something even came up. There hadn't been much last time either. Between the retching, she screamed her lungs out. Cough. Retch. Scream. Then, after a while: cough, scream, cry. Scream. Cry. Cough.
Copper kept on barking the whole time and Nancy turned back towards him. The thing seemed to be busy with itself, not really caring for her unlatching. Her gaze automatically rose up again towards the corpses of her best friends. Why.... No.... so... was this what Phillip had tried to tell her? That... they were dead? She kept on crying openly, not caring for the attention anymore. The heavy curtains were swallowing up most of her volume, but she could still hear echos of her wining. So all her searching, all her asking others about them had been for nothing. They were gone. And Arielle... Judging by the degree of her rotting, she was dead for a long while.
NANCY! NANCY HELP!! She could still hear her voice, calling for her. So it hadn't been a dream back then, it had been real...! She was screaming her name at her last moments and Nancy hadn't been there to help her. She sank to her knees and burried her face in her hands. It was all her fault...! If only she wasn't so weak..! She should have stayed with her instead of going to investigate with Phillip, she should have protected her...! And now she was gone forever. Forever. She would never talk to her again. Never sing together with her again. No parties, no sleepovers no clubs, no nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing.
nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.nothing.
The thing had had enough now. She was disturbing it, her screaming and crying and Copper's barking. "Do I have to spoon-feed everything to you? I said shut it up!!", it said, obviously angry and Nancy snivelled a silent "Sorry, I'm so sorry, please no...!" It didn't hurt her like she suspected, but instead kicked Copper's stomach, making him shut up. The dog whimpered and then he was silent.
The thing walked back to its position and the curtains rose. So, the show began. Shaking, she pulled Copper a bit to herself by his collar and hugged the poor boy. He didn't deserve that. "Shh... I'm so sorry.... Copper...", she mumbled into his fur and stroke over his back. She kept kneeling next to him during the performance of the thing.
Wasn't that.... Heathers? She looked up to the four girls again, who were now lightened up by the stagelight. Blue, green, yellow, red. They looked even more terrifying than in the dim darkness she had seen them first. Elizabeth, barely recognizable anymore, Amanda, a monstrous figure, Arielle, half-rotten and Thalia, whose skin was pale-white. More white than it had ever been. Cold. Lifeless. The red mark on her neck was gone, but Nancy could tell where it had been. She didn't have a chance to apologize... Don't you ever come near me again, Nancy Holmes. Well... She wouldn't. Not anymore...
She heard voices and cries from the audience - who was all there...? She was still hidden behind the curtains. Did she even want to see? No, she didn't want to see anything anymore. Nothing. She wanted to scratch her eyes out so she would never have to see anything like that again. Alex... Like Alex, yes. He would never have to see the dead corpse of his best friends in this world.
In the middle of the stage was another person.. She knew him... Andrei, someone shouted. Right... that was his name. Andrei... Copper's owner. She held onto the dog tighter. "You can't help him, Copper... Just stay here...", she mumbled in a weak attempt to keep the dog silent. Horrified, she watched how Naything wrapped a rope around his neck and she knew what she would do with him. She couldn't watch it. Couldn't watch it. Couldn't stop it. Nobody could. Nancy burried her face into Copper's fur even more, wetting it with her tears, looking away from the scene. She was so weak... she couldn't do anything...!
Suddenly, the thing stopped singing. Was the show over...? So she didn't have to kill anyone after all? Slowly, she dared to look at the stage again. There he was, the janitor, hanging in the middle of the air, not moving anymore. Quickly, she looked away and tried to hold back her tears. No use though, they've been flooting her face since minutes and she couldn't keep them away anymore.
It looked right back at her. What...? Then, it nodded. What...? What was she supposed to do? G-Go to her...? Leaving the bat behind, she slowly got on her feet, going two or three slow and unsure steps towards the thing, into the spotlight. Please, no... Nobody should see her like this. It was different when Phillip saw her like this, but everyone...? People she only knew barely? At first, she didn't dare to look into the audience, into all the judging and questioning faces. She knew what it looked like - it looked like she was helping the thing to kill their friends. But, wasn't that so wrong, though? She did kill someone. Becca did have friends... Nobody knew she killed her, but she did. And it would never leave her mind. Never. Until the day she died. She squinted her eyes when she stopped walking, waiting for whatever was coming now.
"Finish what we've begun!" ....What was that supposed to mean? She looked at the thing, but it was not looking at her, but at someone in the audience, someone sitting in the first row. Z-Zara? And behind her, there was everyone else... Phillip, Tristan, Alex, Peyton, Misha... A lot of faces were missing and a lot of faces were new to her. Some teachers were here, too. Just when did this happen...?
"Nancy, you vile lying bitch! I hope you rot in hell!", she shouted as the older girl saw her. The raven-haired winced at this, feeling deeply hurt. But who could blame her? She actually was here, wasn't she? On the stage, alive. Part of the show. She swallowed the big lump in her throat, which was still hurting and colored red from the strangeling only a short time ago. She couldn't bare it anymore. "Don't you get it, Zara??? We already ARE in hell!! Nobody will get out of here, NOBODY! Not you, not me, not...!!!", her voice cracked up as another wave of tears shook her shoulders. Nancy already felt dead. Her whole existence was nothing but pain and the judging faces she had to look into right now, the curses that people were yelling at her - she couldn't bare it.
The thing looked at her, waiting. Waiting for what?? She blinked and wiped some tears away with one hand, smudging the blood. She looked at it with an asking expression on her face. And then, she suddenly knew. It wanted her to kill the dog. Kill Copper. No...! Panic rising inside of her, she looked down on him. She didn't even bring her bat to the stage.. no.... nononononononono.... She slowly started to shake her head and stumbled a step backwards. If there wasn't a chance for her to survive anyways... why should she load more sins on her shoulders? Why do the dirty work for that thing? "I'M NOT GONNA DO IT!!", she shouted with all her might at the thing, pulling Copper closer to her, away from it. If she was to die now - so be it. At least she was where she belonged. On a stage. Maybe it would help her to just imagine that this was all a play - a play, with her dying like the plot said. Casted, destined to die at this very moment. A useless death. Not helping anyone - maybe the dog. She let go of the leash. Maybe at least he would be able to escape.
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Post by Alessia Mason on Oct 8, 2018 20:09:44 GMT
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up,
White noise, it was always white noise wasn't it? She had kept hearing it when they switched rooms and she was wondering if she was ever going to get a break from it. For now it was just annoying, and the fact it sounded like someone was trying to wake her up before her body wanted to really annoyed her as well.
Alessia groaned, her knees bending and being brought to her chest. She lowered her head onto them, dreads falling on both side of her knees. Her head swimming in a headache. She had recently gotten all of her memories back and it was still fresh and new in her mind. Everything had came at her all at once and she still felt dizzy from it. Alex, Zara, Emery... Daniel.. She remembered all of them─ she remembered them. Everything about them, everything about Daniel. Daniel the man she had recently gotten together with after she finally allowed herself to let her wall down. To stop being afraid. How could she forget him? Why did it feel like something was trying to keep her forgetting him. Why was her mind trying to replace Daniel with Zara? She felt violated, and she wasn't happy. She was going to find out what the fuck was going on..
But first, Alex and Zaraa..
Alessia finally lifted up her head, taking in the area they were in. Her eyes scanning the room to see if there was anybody else for she had been moved again. While looking her eyes immediately snapped to the young Attiyah boy she knew. She got up and rushed to the boy who was like a younger brother to her, noticing the other two girls around him. She believed their names were Peyton and Misha? Peyton was Emery's friend and Misha was Alex's, correct? He had showed her a picture of her once, so that had to be.
But right before she could get to him, let him know she remembered him, music started playing and performance started. She stood tall, glaring at the girl she recongized as Naya, another one of Emery's friends. But she could tell that it wasn't Naya, not anymore... She didn't look like herself. She immediately gave off a bad vibe, and when she noticed the dead bodies and how it looked like "Naya" played with them confirmed that idea. That wasn't the girl Emery knew; not anymore.
"Oliver!"
That voice, a familiar voice of her best friend made the blonde look directly at her. Listening to her every word. Her head raised and she felt proud of her, her respect higher than ever. After all, she finally remembered. Making eye contact with her friend she nodded at her before she turned around and finally approached Alex, going down on her knees "Alex, it's me Alessia. We're going to avenge Emery, we will avenge your sister. And I'm not gonna let that thing hurt you or your friends anymore. It will pay, I swear to you, I swear to you with my life. And after that, we're going back home to Daniel, I promise you." She turned and glared at "Naya" before she heard the raven haired yell.
"I'M NOT GONNA DO IT!!"
She watched as the girl let the dog loose and already she could feel how that wasn't a good idea, but she respected the girl a lot for not wanting to play this stupid game.
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Post by Naomi Smith on Oct 8, 2018 21:41:25 GMT
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
No, for the first time she didnt wanted wake up. This was a nightmare. She just had to watch her dear friend, Nerissa - the most amazing sport gal, die infront of her. She had to watch her first suffering, and then dying. Naomi had passed out after seeing that. It was the last thing she remembered.
She wanted to cover her eyes and ears. Naomi didn't want to see anymore dead people. Girl tried to ignore this creepy creature at the stage and concentraded to others at the auditorium. Phillip was there, for Gods sake, and also Pidge.
Others were shouting and screaming at eachothers, trying to call out their friends, or just being angry with the Naya looking creature. Naomi was also angry with her or whatever that was and she also wanted to talk with her friends when she had a chance to do it, but no... She just sat there silent and looking at the floor, trying not pay attention to anything and also trying not to get attention from that something.
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Post by Misha Charisse Quinn on Oct 9, 2018 16:26:25 GMT
“He’s alive?!” Misha nodded to Chris’ question. Of course not many people would know about this for now. – Not in his best shape, but he’s alive. – like I told y’all. – We were with him earlier…And now he was gone again. Despite everything that had happened between them… she didn’t like this. She hated not knowing where her friends were at any given time, and the fact that this reunion seemed to have more guests than the average torture game made his absence more worrisome. "Misha?"The sound of her name startled her a bit. She turned to her right to see Alex, now awake and slowly coming back to his senses, blindly looking in her direction to locate her as Peyton clued him in. She wished she could hold his hand reassuringly, but alas, it was not to be. – I’m here. – she answered his call, softly. – I’m okay. Nothing’s happened so far.It was only a question of time, of course; more and more people were waking up, including those that she could swear weren’t meant to be here, one of them a teacher that didn’t seem to quite know what kind of situation she was in yet. The loud music coming from the speakers told her she would find out soon enough. Misha’s spine straightened up in her chair, her eyes set on the stage. It was time.
… It was strange. She had been told so much about Naya’s new nature, she’d thought she would be ready to face it by now. Apparently, she was wrong. She no longer felt embarrassed clumsily referring to the mysteriously undead students as “zombified”. Naya truly looked like a walking corpse, her skin grey and sickening, her appearance disheveled and unclean, her eyes empty and yet all-seeing. The grin on her face was inhuman as she sang, no longer with the soft and beautiful voice she remembered hearing at the club warm-ups, but with an inflection that sent chills down her spine. The sweet, vulnerable girl she’d once held was long gone.
Nothing about this seemed real. And yet here she was. Watching a walking corpse serenade a group of dressed up corpses that she was trying her damndest not to stare at; and yet, she could still tell them apart. Elizabeth, Ariel, Thalia (her presence made her feel sick to her stomach; poor woman had looked so weak the last time she had seen her, and now…), and… Amanda. Amanda, who seemed dead. Actually, really, truly dead. For good. Was this some kind of trick that she and Naya were pulling off, or had Andrei been right when he said… Andrei. Andrei was there, with them, in the middle of the stage. Gagged. Confused. Scared. As she sang, Naya approached him. In her hands, a rope. No.The rope was quickly tied into a noose. Just as quickly, it was thrown around Andrei’s neck. At no point did Naya ever stop singing. Please don’t. – ANDREI! – Her arms started fighting the ties around her wrists, only causing marks to appear on her skin. She didn’t care. She needed to get herself free somehow. Next to her, she could sense Peyton getting equally agitated. And then, Naya started pulling.
Misha’s throat ran dry. Not like this.He resisted as Naya pulled him up by his neck. To no avail. The last discussion they’d had, she had spent the entire time scolding him; and rightfully so. But it couldn’t be the end. That couldn’t be the last conversation they’d ever have. It couldn’t be… His face turned different shades of blue, purple, red. Even from there, she could hear his desperate gasps for air, his muffled grunts of pain. She kept fighting against the ropes, as the chair dangerously shook under her, threatening to fall. There had to be something she could do. It couldn’t be it. There was still so much they needed to sort out, so much to understand… Suddenly, Andrei stopped moving. So did she. The janitor’s eyes were empty. Emptier than Naya’s. Inert. Lifeless. The air left her lungs, much like it had left her friend’s seconds prior. It couldn’t be how it ended. But it was. Peyton was screaming something right next to her, as were other people in the assembly. She didn’t register them, her eyes still fixated on her friend’s inanimate body, now hung next to all the others, her mouth opening widely in shock. This… hadn’t been half as gruesome as Jamie’s death. And yet, despite that, maybe because of that, it just felt so much more real.
Still in her own little world, Naya gestured for somebody to come forth. Only that sight was strong enough to shake the redhead out of her sorrowful trance, and she stared in confusion as Nancy approached, revealing the origin of the incessant barking. What on Earth did Nancy have to do with any of this? Misha closed her eyes, for just a second. Not her too. She couldn’t be in on it too. It was just… too much. Too many betrayals. Too many innocent-looking people involved. She couldn’t take any more. The murderer seemed to indicate for Nancy to do something; something no one else knew. And yet, as a ray of understanding crossed the woman’s face, Misha suddenly had the sickening feeling she knew what would come next. She only had to watch how closely she was holding Copper. She shook her head. No. No more. Enough of this senseless killing. She opened her mouth to scream, say something, anything. She was done watching her friends be slaughtered on display like some kind of entertainment that only amused their oppressor. This needed to end; even if she would be punished for it. "I'M NOT GONNA DO IT!!"The scream startled her. Somehow, she hadn’t expected Nancy to refuse. So many had seemed to join on the killings as it was, she couldn’t even dare hope for any sign of humanity. And yet, there she was, openly rejecting her orders, holding the dog protectively. To her greater surprise, she let go of the leash. Misha’s heart skipped a beat. Copper’s paw was still hurt, he wouldn’t run fast enough. She wasn’t even sure he understood the danger he was in, or that his master was now gone. She was no expert on pets, but she knew dogs were loyal animals, and she could only see him either staying with Andrei’s corpse to try to get a response out of him, or, in the least likely scenario, attack Naya. Neither of those had a happy ending for him. And so, she screamed. Out of pure reflex, the words escaped her mouth before she could think. Copper wasn’t the smartest pet; but it reacted to his name well.
– COPPER. COPPER HERE! – she called. If she could attract him away fast enough, maybe she could get him to leave somehow. Heck, maybe he could even help her. What was sure was that she wouldn’t lose the tiniest chance for her to prevent anything worse from happening. Anything was better than nothing.
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Post by Katherine Drake on Oct 9, 2018 19:49:26 GMT
Katherine finally woke up and immediately realized that she was tied to something. A chair. Her heartbeat got faster and faster, her breathing turned to a drastic gasping. It felt like it was just a few moments ago that she thought about how nothing bad happened to her and whether Nancy had made up the stories. But when she felt her heart beating fast and saw all the other shocked faces in the room, Katherine realized this really wasn't a game.
"Nancy?!!", Katherine shouted worried and frightened, but couldn't find her. Eventually she could see some familiar faces like Pidge and some students from the workshop. Unfortunately she couldn't find Nancy among the tied up people. "NANC-", Katherine stopped when the horrible scene on the stage started.
Some girl was performing a horrible act and four dead girls, the Heathers and Veronica, were hanging from the ceiling. It was the most disgusting and horrifying thing Katherine ever saw. The only slightly positive thing she could feel was the relief of not seeing Nancy among them. Just when she tried to focus and staying strong for her, Kat was tested once more by a guy hanging to death. It was the guy from the council room.
Katherine finally decided to close her eyes and concentrate on finding her inner strength again. Then she abruptly opened her eyes and started staring towards the door. I need to get out of here...
But there she was - Nancy was on stage. Alive but among the dead girls and that thing. Katherine definitely was happy to see her, but it didn't look good or safe for Nancy to be up there.
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Post by Alexander Attiyah on Oct 10, 2018 4:47:34 GMT
Misha. Peyton. Chris. Dee Dee. Tristan. Those were all voices he could hear throughout the room, including a few new voices he wasn't aware were in the school either. Though there were quite a few people he knew were trapped as well that he couldn't hear talking, and an immediate sense of dread at the prospect of what that could potentially mean hit him fast and hard. "The auditorium," he heard Peyton answer him above the growing number of voices, all before she then confirmed his fears as to the missing numbers. He didn't know what was honestly better: all being stuck in a torture hell together or possibly being somewhere else away from the torture. Worst was the third option however... the one that was currently scaring him. It was the one that defined the difference between those breathing and those that were not anymore. And his frown immediately deepened at the foreboding possibility. God no...
He didn't have a chance to dwell on that thought for long, though, as Misha began answering him, his cheeks still a hinted red as she spoke. "I'm here," he heard her respond softly, her words helping to ease at least some of his fears. "I'm okay. Nothing's happened so far." "Thank God," he whispered gently as he let out a relieved breath, his muscles relaxing slightly. She sounded so close to him as she spoke... He wanted to hold her hand, let her know he wasn't going anywhere. But it was only a mere desire as the ropes bit into his skin, reminding him of that fact, and his chest tightened in response. "I'm okay too. I think."
Giving her as much of a reassuring smile that he could, Alex could feel shivers still racing down his spine, foretelling of the danger they were all in. There was no way for him to tell what was going to happen, and it was a worry that was starting to grow as everyone continued talking around them. Among the voices was a surprising newcomer: Miss Lockwood, who was currently screaming a few of their names while throwing out a series of questions. And from the sound of it, she was completely lost to the situation. However the ravenhaired merely bit his lip in response to his teacher's questions and shook his head regretfully, hoping that the simple gesture would relay enough information for her to know it wasn't good. There wasn't any chance in hell he or anyone would be able to explain everything fast enough, and much of her questions he didn't know the answer to anyway. Right now, they just needed to focus and get out of here before things would all go to shit. Which seemed to be a lot sooner than he would have liked as the sound of voices as well as his thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sudden and rather fierce chord that rang loud throughout the room, the music reverberating around the terrified ensemble of students. And what soon followed was what Alex could only describe as the hallow, inhumane remains of what Naya's voice once was, now cutting through the chaotic noises around him with an intensity that sent shrill shivers racing up and down his spine with every note as the music continued to play. She really is gone, he breathed inside his mind, his blood running cold. He didn't have to see her to know it; she sounded the same as Amanda had. Cold. Heartless. Insane. He believed Peyton before... But this- He swallowed hard, anger swelling up inside him. Whoever was up on that stage wasn't Naya. And they were the bastard that had killed Emery.
The music continued playing, the tune vaguely familiar in Alex's mind. Inside his chest, he could feel his heart racing rapidly, his nerves escalating the more his ears rang with the soulless chords and other various and extremely ominous sounds. First he heard was Copper whimpering in pain. Next was muffled footsteps and sounded like cloth rustling soon after. And then... "ANDREI!" The scream that had ripped through the air from beside him pierced right through him, every hair on his body standing on end. It was Misha's voice. And as his heart all but stopped inside his chest, Alex could faintly hear over the noise of 'Naya' singing and the blood pounding in his ears the distant sound of choking... of gagging... One he knew well enough himself. And the realization sunk deep and sharp.
"DREI!" He wanted to scream his friend's name out loud too - wanted to join the shrill cries from Misha and Peyton. But though his mouth formed the words, no sound left his lips; his scream left unheard. It was like his entire frame was frozen in shock and confusion. As well as an acute fear. He couldn't see, couldn't know what all was happening in detail. But he knew. He knew one of his best friends--someone he had just been reunited with--was being killed right in that second. And he couldn't do anything about it.
Not again, not again, NOT AGAIN! he shouted desperately over and over in his mind as he forced his limbs to move, his muscles tensing in rage and guilt. He couldn't sit here and be forced to listen to someone die again. He couldn't stand having one of his closest friends killed... And definitely not Drei. He had lost him once already; he couldn't stand losing him for real this time. Immediately Alex began tugging at the ropes around his wrists again, desperately trying to free them. He didn't care about the pain right now; he couldn't let Drei die! Yet it wasn't any use. The binds weren't budging; the sounds of gagging had already stopped. And the ravenhaired felt his heart drop towards his stomach in a split second. No... Dammit, Drei! Please no!
"What just happened!?" he forced himself to ask, his question directed at anyone near him. "Someone tell me what's going on!" He refused to go off of just his ears. He refused to be left in the dark about this. He needed to know for certainty if Drei was okay... If anyone was okay right now. Singing. Ringing. Screaming. Barking. This was all he could know, all he could hear. Things seemed to be spiraling into chaos, and yet he couldn't pinpoint any of it. His limbs were shaking now, both from pain and anger. He could hear several names called out in the mess. Zara, Mr. Thredson, Nancy... But he still didn't have any grasp on what was happening, nor understand what anyone was saying. And it left him feeling more confused and frustrated than ever before. Until he heard a familiar voice cut through the chaos.
"Alex, it's me Alessia," he heard from somewhere close, the sound of his name instantly pulling his focus towards her. Though he couldn't help but be surprised as he listened to the rest of her words, not expecting what he was hearing at all. She was promising him, assuring him they'd be okay. And as she spoke, she did so with an almost familiar recognition in her tone - like she knew who she was talking to and about. It was so different than their conversation a few room switches back... Her words--rather than distant and unsure--were now confident, determined, and caring. It wasn't the kind of tone you'd make to someone you didn't remember or felt like a stranger towards. No, these words and the way they were ones that could only be said to people you cared about. And as he heard Daniel's name leave Alessia's lips, he felt his eyes widen a little in a hopeful, understanding expression.
She remembers.
Moving to answer her, Alex was cut off in his attempt to reply, his mouth merely opening to speak before a loud cry of resistance suddenly resounded throughout the auditorium. The recognized voice instantly caused Alex's attention to move towards the direction of the stage, his eyebrows raised in both surprise and concern. "Nancy," he whispered quietly, his eyes widening. The room seemed to erupt into more chaos then, the scene unseen by the ravenhaired as he stared blindly ahead at it all. Though he couldn't help but hear the resolved words his music partner had said echoing in his head as he fought against the ropes binding his wrists, along with a sentence he had said to her in what felt like ages ago:
"If you don't want to be a monster, then prove you're not one."
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Post by Something on Oct 11, 2018 14:10:03 GMT
"I'M NOT GONNA DO IT!!"
WH- WHAT?! In fury, "Naya" turned her head towards the girl, letting go of the rope. Andrei's numb body fell down onto the stage like a sack of potatoes. The dog backed away from the scene but sadly it wasn't smart enough to jump off the stage, so the leash that Nancy so carelessly let go off - was now in "Naya's" possession. "I thought at least ONE of you will be smart enough not to resist what's inevitable," she growled under her breath, clenching her fist around the leash. "Nancy" saw black spots forming before her eyes. A rumble similar to the one she's experienced before was booming in her ears, but the tingles weren't pleasant anymore. Each of them hurt like something was shoving needles under her fingernails, down her throat and lungs. Not being able to endure the pain the girl fell onto the floor. "We all could pretend it's all just a fun little game and YOU could do your job and be on the RIGHT side," "Naya" let out a chuckle, coming closer to Nancy, another failed minion of hers. If only it wasn't required to "have a minion" in the first place - she wouldn't even try to recruit them! What a stupid cliche! "I can't WAIT to see Stefan," the raven-haired hissed as she grabbed the girl by the hair and dropped her back to the floor with force, making sure she would lay pass out on the ground for a while. The dog let out a scared whimper. Ha! Don't worry, Copper, she is not dead, Stefan can wait. I won't let her go just LIKE that. She promised her torture and pain anyways. Time to fulfill some promises! "You are all idiots!" she growled, "Naive fools, mistakes! You all should be REPLACED!" Everybody in the auditorium could feel how the air has changed in the room like it could burst into fire at any minute. Even the walls of the auditorium trembled in a way. "Zara," the monster of a human yelled at the raven-haired girl; Zara felt how the ropes around her wrists dispersed in thin air, sparkling red, green and blue colors.
"My dear, please, come here," she continued with a smile and nodded towards the dog, "Let's be done with the dog and get to the matchmaking part. You loved it before, didn't you? Come on, it's that big of a deal!"
Nancy lost 4 sanity points.
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Post by Zara Hamilton on Oct 11, 2018 16:22:17 GMT
So, the bitch refused to kill the poor dog. How interesting. And judging from the fury on the devil's face, Nancy wasn't going to last much longer.
"I thought at least ONE of you will be smart enough not to resist what's inevitable." Nancy fell to the floor, her face twisted with pain. Oh shit, so this demon was a lot stronger than just hanging people from the rafters. Zara had never believed in the supernatural, but... It was hard to deny what was happening to Nancy. She almost felt sorry for the girl.
"We all could pretend it's all just a fun little game and YOU could do your job and be on the RIGHT side," the creature continued, grabbing Nancy roughly by the hair, "I can't WAIT to see Stefan."
Stefan? As in sexy gym teacher Stefan? What did that mean? Had Nancy been having an affair with him? Was Stefan in on it too?
"Zara," it suddenly said, and Zara watched in a mixture of horror and surprise as the ropes around her wrists just... vanished. Oh god, Oh god no. No, no, not this...
"My dear, please, come here. Let's be done with the dog and get to the matchmaking part. You loved it before, didn't you? Come on, it's that big of a deal!"
"What the honest to God FUCK are you talking about you deranged bitch?" Zara burst out, "What do you mean 'before'?! I've done nothing for you."
She sneered at the devil. At least if these were her last words she would go out with a bang. She wasn't about to be a pawn in this goddamn game this creature was playing, not like Nancy. Zara wasn't weak like her, "And I never will either. Go fuck yourself Satan. Kill the damn dog yourself."
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Post by Esmeralda Ortiz on Oct 12, 2018 19:02:18 GMT
As Esme returned to reality, her entire being seemed to freeze. Andrei hadn’t been kidding. Copper was playing the part of a sacrificial lamb. Andrei himself was a corpse, clumped with a bruise around his neck. In the background hung Amanda, Arielle, Thalia, and Elisabeth. Esme felt disgust well up in her throat.
God,Just when I couldn’t hate Heathers even more, she whispered to herself.
Her green eyes darted around the room. Everyone was literally a captive audience. She looked at her hands. Amanda has passed this awareness to her. Would it continue? Maybe. Where were her friends? Where was Tara? They must have been split up. Esme knew she had to act quickly. Something was too busy with Nancy and Zara. It was now or never.
Esme got on her hands and knees, grimacing. Not only was there leftover gum and crumbs from snacks, but also blood. Blood from people like Sig and Jamie. For them, she thought. As she crawled, a glimmer caught her eye. Perfect. She trusted Peyton, and having someone with a knife would help in many ways. Not only would it cut ropes faster, but it’d help in stabbing that psycho bitch tormenting everyone.
“Peyton!” She whispered to the raven haired with gritted teeth. “Chica, it’s me, it’s Esme. I’m getting you out of here, so don’t kill me okay?” Her hands reached for the knots binding Peyton and began picking them out. Her hands grazed Peyton’s...
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Post by Tara Macfly on Oct 12, 2018 19:23:08 GMT
After the flash of color, Tara found herself standing on the stage in the auditorium. And there was a time she loved being on stage. Now was not the case. She wasn’t doing a performance. She was risking her life. Now she knew what she had to do but she also knew they had a lot of chances to fail and to all die. But she wanted to free her friends and to win against something.
She took a look at her surroundings most of the students and even some teachers were in front of the stage like some spectators. At one of her side were Zara and Nancy. Poor Nancy seemed in a poor state. And she winced in horror when she saw Andrei’s dead body and the four hanged bodies. Amanda’s body, it was weird to see her like this now after having see her come back to normal. Lizzie’s. Even if she knew since a long time that her friend was dead it still hurt. Even if she was not real. At the view of the two others bodies she nearly screamed. Arielle and Thalia. Oh god no ! The two girls didn’t deserve to die like this it wasn’t fair. She looked at the front stage and took a glimpse of Philip and her heart broke. He loved Thalia. And she died. Because of something.
‘’You know what you have to do’’
Laura. She hadn’t heard her since the big reveal. It was weird to have someone else in her head but i twas oddly reassuring.
‘’I know’’ Tara answered sure of herself
‘’Cool because I don’t know at all’’
Tara ignored her creator, and started what she was supposed to do.
Awake the others.
She approached Zara and Nancy on the floor. Poor Nancy was in a poor state. ‘’Everything will be fine Nancy’’ She told before touching the two girls, freeing them.
‘’You’re sure about that ? I wouldn’t say that’’
She had to agree with Laura that i twas probably not the best thing to do to lie like that. But they all needed and jumped on the floor in front the stage. She immediatly locked eyes with her best friend. Their friendships may have been plotted between Laura and Chris’ creator. He was, is and will always be her best friend.
‘’Chris’’ She hugged him so hard when she saw him. After this touch he was probably awake now. She was happy he was safe, and she will do anything for it to rest like this. ‘’I will untied you now’’ she said, doing it immediatly. ''You can do the same with others, now'' She told her friends before going to the next person.
The next was Philip. She ran towards him ‘’I’m so sorry for Thalia Philip.’’ Tara said, emotion in her voice. She knew how it was to loose the person you loved. ‘’But we will do everything to venge her and the others’’, she said touching him slightly, before untying him. He was awake.
From a side of her gaze she saw Esme doing the same thing as her with Peyton. The awakening has definitly begun.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2018 3:12:21 GMT
"G...GE..GET OFF!" shouted Roxanne as she awoke to white noise in her head , the orange haired beauty 's eyes felt they were to fall out of her head - she in turn let out a soft whimper and whine, as she struggled ."Someone tell me what's going on!" Roxanne looked around her hands wanting to cover her ears!" I.. I Don't know STOP YELLING!" "You are all idiots!" she growled, "Naive fools, mistakes! You all should be REPLACED!" Replaced? What was going on? she was so new to this issue ! Roxanne struggled , surely someone she knew was there! ..right? Those never ending bright curious eyes fanned the room about and looked scared- she had no idea what was going on ! that mop of orange hair bounded about as she rocked her chair back and fourth."Bark!?" A Dog?! "Dd..d.don't hurt him!" she'd call.thud.thud.thud. her heart beat fast, she had no want to be here.Roxanne had a nightmare before this; she was being held down....or was it a nightmare?
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Post by Administrator on Oct 23, 2018 1:18:47 GMT
Screams. Pain. Misery.
She tried to open her eyes. Her fingertips twitched in agony. People were screaming in fear and fury, trying to break free from their ropes. Andrei's suffering was finally ended but not for long, soon the silly old boy will wake up in his old body. Amanda tried to scream for help, to tell them that they need to get him back to the ground, but she couldn't. Her body refused to cooperate, even her eyelids.
The girl in the front row let out a horrendous scream. Her purpose's new body let go of the rope and now was fully concentrated on Zara's mind. The girl was wiggling in her seat, trying to flee from the inevitable pain, that it caused to her brain.
"You little bitch," it snarled at the raven-haired girl and would probably finish its job and kill her if only its attention didn't get grabbed by a sudden cameo. "What?" it raised her eyebrows in fury and watched the fragile brunette who appeared out of this air move along the stage.
Her lips parted. She took a sharp first breath. It burned her insides. Like acid that burned Naveen's throat. Like it burned Alex's eyes. It burned like her skin was ripped apart from her skull, like a fresh cut. Like somebody sliced her throat open and even if she tried to take a second breath she would choke on her own blood. With a corner of her eye, she saw how Tara jumped off the stage. If only I didn't jump... If only I wasn't this selfish.
Elisabeth. Naveen. Zak. Emery. Phillip. Tara. Everybody! I did it to them! I lied! I killed them! I mutilated them!
It let out a dry laugh and raised her hand, ready to strike and put the "missing" members of the Drama Club down.
No. She took another sharp breath. No. I can. I can fix it!
..Can you? What's the point? They can't forgive you. You can't just "wipe" their memory away.
"SHUT UP!" Amanda screamed and flung her arms in the air, breaking free from her puppeteer strings. She lunged her body forward, grasping on "Naya", making it lose balance. Amanda pierced Naya down to the ground and pressed her arm against the girl's chest. Red, green, blue. The walls started to bent and flicker colors. Amanda's arm went deeper and deeper inside Naya's chest. Red, green, blue. The world around them went insane. Red, green, blue.
"You SO want to get rid of this good old world of ours, don't you? Ha!" it growled back, the lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Let me help you," "Naya" whispered and snapped it's fingers.
The last thing everybody heard before the world went to dark - was the dog's loud last whimper.
[OCC: you are allowed to leave one more post before your character will lose consciousness. Zara lost 4 sanity points.]
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