I updated faster than I thought I would, but I wasn't sure where to go with this so I hope you like the chapter. I'm not too sure if this is a REALISTIC death, but that's how it goes. Please leave a review!


"Chapter 10—Hear No Evil"

The remaining ten students look onto Drew in fear as he cries over a decapitated corpse.

Slowly, Gracie makes her way to him. "Drew," she calls softly. He doesn't speak and continues to cry over Bianca's body, his eyes clenched tightly shut and his hands balled into fists on the ground.

"I couldn't save her," he mutters slightly. Gracie puts her hand on his shoulder. "At least you tried," she assures him. This time, he doesn't pull away. "I couldn't try," he whispers. "I was too weak to save her." With a solemn face, Gracie falls to her knees and hugs her step-brother slightly. "I'm so sorry," she whispers to him.

"We should get outta here," Eli finally says just above a whisper after a long moment of silence. "We should stay somewhere safe until help arrives." Drew laughs softly, but it quickly grows louder. He shoots to his feet and turns to face Eli, accidentally knocking Gracie to the ground. "Don't you get it?" he shouts. His voice resonates through the hall. "Help isn't coming; help is non-existent at this point! We're all gonna die in here and nothing you think you can say or do will change that. We're trapped here whether we like it or not!" His chest heaves deeply as his reddened, tear-stained face looks to the dark brunette-haired boy covered from head to toe in black.

"You know what happened earlier," Wesley pipes up. Everyone turns to look at him. "If we let ourselves fight with each other and if we separate from each other, then of course we're going to die. Whoever's doing this can't get us if we're all together in one place."

"Yes he can," comes Alli's dejected voice. She stands by her brother holding herself tightly. Her eyes are sad and locked on her feet. "There are hundreds of chemicals in this school that could potentially kill us if they were mixed together." She raises her head to meet everyone's eyes. "Who's to say the killer hasn't thought of that?"

Sav tightens his grip around his sister. "We just can't afford to think about that, Alli," he tells her. "We need to stay strong so we can get through this." Again Drew laughs at the sappy statement. "How many times do I have to tell you that there is no getting through this?" he questions. "You're all so stupid to think we'll make it out of here not in a bunch of body bags." He scoffs and wipes the tears from his eyes. "I'll tell you what," he begins, "If you all think that we'll get out of this shithole alive then I'll go find the killer and give him a taste of his own medicine. Then we'll be safe if 'help' comes." He turns and walks around Bianca's body. At first, no one calls out to him.

"Drew, wait," Gracie calls quietly. He turns around to look at her, waiting. "I'm coming with you," she announces. I can take my frustration out on this bastard, she thinks. Then I can forget about her.

She quickly runs after her step-brother, but no one calls to them. They're both on a vendetta and there's no use stopping them. As they walk, Drew finally notices Gracie's wardrobe malfunction. "What happened to your shirt?" he asks with a small laugh.

~*In another part of the school*~

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the killer hisses, glaring at Angelina with fire in their eyes. Angelina crosses her arms. "I'm sick of this," she spits. "I'm sick of lying to everyone. It was okay for a while, but I can't do this anymore. I'm hurting so many people." The killer scoffs. "You're hurting people?" they repeat in a mocking tone. "Last time I checked, I'm the one with the bloodied gloves here. I'm going to jail when this is all over."

Angelina laughs scornfully. "That's exactly what you want, isn't it?" she questions. The killer snickers. "You still haven't figured out what I want?" they ask. "You're slipping, Rose; I thought you were smarter than that. You should know what I'm up to by now."

Angelina shoves the killer. "I don't care what you're doing anymore," she seethes. "But I won't be a part of it anymore." The killer laughs darkly, tossing their head back a bit. "Oh I think you will, Rosie," they contradict. "You don't have much of a choice. You're going to keep doing what I want and you're not going to say anything else about it to anyone."

"What makes you think I won't, Dallas," she spits. The killer cringes; they've always hated their middle name. They quickly regain their composure. "You'll do it," they begin, "If you want Lilly to grow up with her mother around." Angelina gasps. "You wouldn't dare…"

"You know I would," the killer retorts. "I'm fucking crazy, baby." They grab Angelina roughly by the face. "Just remember," they start, "If you get in my way by ruining my plans, Jenna won't live to regret it." They laugh loudly, filling the small room, and Angelina balls her hands into fists. Her body is shaking with fear and rage. She points a shaking finger in the killer's face. "You'd better keep your word or I swear to God I'll kill you," she threatens. "Don't talk to me again until this is over."

With that, she rips open the door to the classroom and storms out, leaving the killer all alone in the room.

~*With the others*~

"I'm starting to get hungry," Anya whines as she sits on one of the tables in the cafeteria. "How can you possibly think of food at a time like this?" Holly J. spits as she sits by her Student Body Presidential boyfriend and his sister. "I don't know," Anya sighs, "But I'm so hungry." Fiona grabs her hand. "Let's go to the kitchen to see if they have anything to eat," she suggests. "I'm sure we can figure out how to cook something."

Clare laughs scornfully. "Coming from the alcoholic that can barely pick up a bottle without her maids helping her," she attacks. Fiona gasps, and then her face hardens. "Who the hell do you think you are saying that to me?" she questions. Clare opens her mouth to speak but Eli grabs her by her shoulders and kisses her deeply.

"Don't start," he reprimands softly after breaking the kiss. Instead of responding to him, she grabs his face and gently starts kissing him again.

With a sneer, Fiona drags Anya by the hand to get some food. "They're so gross," she breathes lowly. The girls quickly make their way into the kitchen and begin rummaging for food. "They have to have a big storage somewhere," Fiona guesses as she searches through some cabinets full of bowls. "They have to feed us something tomorrow." With a small laugh, Anya walks past Fiona to the giant fridge. "Don't you think it'd be in here?" she inquires as she opens the door.

Fiona laughs stupidly and hurries to the open refrigerator. "Let's see what they got!" she announces in glee. They won't, however, have what Fiona really wants; a nice bottle of wine. The girls quickly find an assortment of chilled pizza dough, packages of shredded cheese, jars of tomato sauce, and pepperoni links. "How long would it take to thaw the dough?" Fiona asks stupidly. Anya laughs again. "They aren't frozen, silly," she points out. "We can go ahead and make the pizza now. But should we take some for the others?" Fiona rolls her eyes in response. "They could've come with us if they wanted," she states. "It's their loss if they don't get any pizza." Anya shrugs and the girls quickly get to work.

~*Back in the cafeteria*~

Eli and Clare are too busy sucking faces to notice anyone else in the room.

Alli sighs. "I wish this was all just a really bad nightmare," she whispers into her brother's chest. He rubs the side of her arm gently. "Don't worry, kid," he starts, "We'll be outta here before you know it; everything's gonna be fine."

"Fine?" Wesley calls from two tables down. "How is everything gonna be 'fine?' My friends are dead; am I 'fine?' When more people die are we gonna be 'fine?' I don't think so; save your lies for when you're really gonna need them." Alli narrows her eyes at Wesley. "What's wrong with you?" she questions. "I'm sorry your friends are dead—they were my friends too—but you're just gonna give up like that? If you don't want to live then you deserve to die."

Wesley laughs scornfully, tossing his head to the side then back to Alli. "'If I don't want to live?'" he repeats. "I haven't even begun to live, Alli. I'm only sixteen and I'm about to die in a school. I've spent my 'life' focusing on my grades and now I won't even be going to college because I won't even make it to tomorrow. How is that a life, Alli?" He turns away from her, refusing to listen to anything else she has to say.

Alli sniffles and scoots closer to her brother. "What if I'm next?" she whispers so softly that only her brother, maybe Holly J., can hear it. Sav kisses his sister's forehead. "Don't say that," he whispers back. "You're not gonna die tonight."

Eli and Clare continue to kiss each other deeply, pressing their bodies together and feeling each other's warmth. Soft moans start radiating from their bodies, but it's hard to tell who they're coming from. They're starting to get a little hot and heavy in a cafeteria filled with five other students in their visual surroundings and two more students making a terribly fun mess in the kitchen.

Alli lodges her left thumb and right forefinger into her scrunchie and tosses it at Eli and Clare. She shrieks slightly and pulls away from Eli. "What was that for?" she shouts in angered eyes. "Because you two should get a room," Alli shouts back with a weak smile. Clare smiles back and throws the scrunchie back at Alli. Then she climbs off the table and pulls Eli with her. "We'll be back later," she says to everyone in the room with a wink of her eye and a toothy, open-mouthed grin.

St. Clare isn't so innocent anymore.

"Why are you gonna let them go off alone?" Wesley demands of Sav. "They can't go off by themselves." Sav sighs and turns his attention to the two leaving teenagers. "You two know if you go out you'll be vulnerable right?" he questions. "Yup," Eli and Clare respond simultaneously. Sav sighs again. "Well, don't have too much fun," he says.

Clare and Eli begin walking down out of the cafeteria and round the corner—giggling and laughing with each other as well as toying with each other—when Clare bumps into Angelina who'd been walking with her head down. "Crap I'm so sorry," Angelina apologizes. Clare rolls her eyes. "You should start watching where you're going," she snaps. Eli nudges his girlfriend. "Don't worry about it," he pleads, "Let's just go."

Clare doesn't say anything else to Angelina and just as she's about to leave with Eli, the lights go out and everyone screams.

~*In the kitchen*~

"This pizza smells so good," Anya announces as she sits with Fiona on the counter. Fiona smiles proudly. "Well we made it together," she declares.

There's a brief moment of silence and the girls awkwardly swing their legs against the counter.

Then Anya speaks.

"So…" she begins, twiddling her thumbs. "So," Fiona repeats with a small nod. Anya turns to her friend. "What's it like to kiss a girl?" she inquires. Fiona laughs slightly. "It's the exact same thing as kissing a boy," she answers. "The only difference is whether or not you prefer a pepperoni link or folded pizza dough." Anya laughs loudly. "That's such a gross analogy!" she exclaims. Fiona starts laughing as well. "It's the best I could come up with," she confesses.

Anya's laughing subsides to a small giggle and she looks Fiona in the eyes. "Do you…" she starts, "Do you…find me attractive?" Fiona's eyes widen, obviously taken aback by the question. "I-I…you're really p-pretty, Anya," she stammers out. "W-why are you asking?"

Anya shrugs slightly, still keeping her gaze locked with Fiona's. "I dunno," she answers. "I was just thinking, I guess." Anya gently grabs one of Fiona's hands. "Would you…show me what it's like to kiss a girl?" she questions with a slight blush. Fiona returns the blush ten times worse and her grip tightens slightly on Anya's hand. "D-do you really want me to?" she wonders. Anya looks away. "It was stupid of me to ask," she states. "I'm sorry."

Fiona takes a tighter hold on Anya's hand and gently grabs her face so she can turn it to her. "No, no," she says softly. "Don't be sorry!" She trails her finger slowly down Anya's cheek. "I've just…I'm still getting used to being 'out;' it's weird having girls ask me to kiss them instead of boys." She smiles slightly. "I'll kiss you if you really want me to." Anya smiles softly and leans into Fiona, slowly closing her eyes. Fiona closes her eyes and closes the distance between the two.

Their lips meet for a brief moment, caressing the other's ever-so gently. Anya's hand slowly rises to Fiona's cheek as she continues to kiss her, feeling the warmth from Fiona's body as well as the oven.

They're the last to notice and the last to scream when the lights go out.

They cling to each other in the dark, refusing to let the other go. "What's going on?" they hear Alli shriek. "What happened to the lights?" Holly J. calls out. "Everyone grab onto someone and don't let go!" Fiona shouts from her place with Anya in the kitchen. Anya's hands end up sliding down to Fiona's waist and she buries her head between Fiona's neck and shoulder. "I'm scared," she whispers. Fiona rubs Anya's arms. "I am too," she whispers back.

The lights slowly flicker back on.

"Whoa, ho, ho!" Eli exclaims, peering in on Fiona and Anya from the kitchen window. "Any room for one more?" The girls blush and pull away from each other as well as looking away from each other. Clare pulls away from him and slaps him on his shoulder. "Way to kill the moment, Stupid," she hisses. Both Eli and Angelina roll their eyes. Eli scoffs and grabs Clare by the waist, picking her up and kissing her in the process. Now Angelina scoffs and crosses her arms.

"Hey guys?" Alli calls out. "Where's Wesley?" Everyone looks around, but he's nowhere to be found.

~*With Wesley*~

The lights flicker on in a classroom far away from the others and Wesley screams loudly. "Where am I?" he questions at the top of his lungs. "What am I doing here?"

"Where am I?" the killer mocks in a high pitched voice. "What am I doing here?" They slam their hands down on a desk in front of Wesley. "What do you think you're doing here?" they ask maliciously in their androgynous voice. Wesley looks to them in confusion and fear. "What?" he cries out.

He struggles in his chair, restricted by the ropes. "I can't hear you! I can't hear anything." The killer laughs softly, but Wesley doesn't hear. With a smirk, the killer moves out of the way and raises their hand to the whiteboard behind them. Wesley strains his eyes to read the words scrawled in red marker on the whiteboard.

I thought it would be fun to put a little twist behind something so many people love. You don't deserve to live, but I'm gonna let you listen to a little music before you die. Have fun!

Killer Baby

The killer moves to the teacher's desk where a large switchboard sits. They glance at the industrial ear buds in Wesley's ears and a devious grin spreads on their lips beneath the shade of their hoodie. Slowly, they turn the nob on the volume section of the switchboard. The music plays softly in Wesley's ears, a heavy song by Bullet For My Valentine. "I don't like this song," Wesley shouts over the music in his ears. "Could you change it?"

It's funny how he tries to make last requests. Beggars can't be choosers.

Very slowly, they tick, tick, tick the dial up, increasing the music's volume. The killer frowns; they aren't one for patience. They shoot the dial all the way to the other side and Wesley shouts in pain. "Hey turn it down!" he screams. "It hurts!" Wesley can't hear, but the killer laughs darkly.

The music continues to blare in Wesley's ears and his body cringes as the screaming guitars pound on his eardrums. Blood starts to slowly stream from each of his ears. "Please," Wesley begs. "Make it stop!" The killer laughs a little louder and turns up other dials to add more bass and other musical devices to the song, causing Wesley to write more in his chair. He shakes his head violently, trying to get the ear buds out. "God, make it stop!"

God isn't here to answer his prayers.

The music continues to blare in Wesley's ears and the killer steps away from the switchboard and out of his sight. "Where are you going?" Wesley bellows. "Turn it off!" The killer smirks then returns with a single cord with a tip like an earphone cord. They wave it in front of Wesley with a toothed grin; he can't see, but that cord is connected to a six foot tall Sony speaker system. Tears start falling from Wesley's eyes and he clenches them shut. "Please stop," he cries out. A small buzzing noise comes from Wesley's ears; the song's getting to the good part.

The killer gives a small laugh and hooks the speaker cord to the switchboard. Searing pain shoots through Wesley's ears and rages from each eardrum to the tip of his nose. The noise is unbearable and his ears begin to bleed more. A second later, his head begins to convulse violently until his eyes finally pop from his head, knocking his glasses to the floor. He screams one last scream as the blood pours from his mouth and eye sockets.

The killer flips off the switch to the switchboard, silencing the entire room. With a loud maniacal laugh, they untie Wesley's body and toss him out into the hall, dashing away afterwards.

~*Earlier*~

Angelina stumbles down the hallway thinking about what's happened so far. She doesn't fear for her own life, but she fears for Jenna's. She know KC's gonna die—she's banking on it—but she can't bear to have Lilly grow up without her mother. Of course Angelina would take her in and keep her away from her mother (even though Jenna has siblings) but she couldn't bear to be the cause of Jenna's death.

She sighs, lowers her head, and continues walking.

Clare and Eli begin walking down out of the cafeteria and round the corner—giggling and laughing with each other as well as toying with each other—when Clare bumps into Angelina who'd been walking with her head down. "Crap I'm so sorry," Angelina apologizes. Clare rolls her eyes. "You should start watching where you're going," she snaps. Eli nudges his girlfriend. "Don't worry about it," he pleads, "Let's just go."

Clare doesn't say anything else to Angelina and just as she's about to leave with Eli, the lights go out and everyone screams. Both Clare and Angelina cling to Eli in the dark, but Angelina quickly pulls away from him. Someone's a little too close for comfort. She grabs Eli and Clare's hands and pulls them into the cafeteria. "We'll be safer in here," she whispers.

As she leads them into the cafeteria, someone pushes past them and almost knocks her to the ground. She doesn't falter. The three continue walking until they feel it's safe to stop. Then Eli hears a kissing noise. Curious, he progress toward it with Clare still at his side.

The lights slowly flicker back on.

"Whoa, ho, ho!" Eli exclaims, peering in on Fiona and Anya from the kitchen window. "Any room for one more?" The girls blush and pull away from each other as well as looking away from each other. Clare pulls away from him and slaps him on his shoulder. "Way to kill the moment, Stupid," she hisses. Both Eli and Angelina roll their eyes. Eli scoffs and grabs Clare by the waist, picking her up and kissing her in the process. Now Angelina scoffs and crosses her arms.

"Hey guys?" Alli calls out. "Where's Wesley?" Everyone looks around, but he's nowhere to be found.


So those of you reading this got a little more information about Angelina. You'll find out more about her in the next chapter (maybe!) so stay tuned. If it takes a while for me to update again, it's because I'm trying to edit this other story so I can get it published before I GRADUATE IN 65 DAYS!