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Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Charlie: Nononono. Please stop, PLEASE fucking stop. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Just don't hurt her anymore.
Unknown: -brings the video back up to Kirby's crying face before disconnecting live stream video-
Unknown: Nina died here and soon Kirby will too. Unless you can make it here in time. Hurry Charlie. She's bleeding out.
-call disconnected-
Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Charlie: -accepts video chat request-
Unknown: -the picture is black, muffling heard and then moans and small cries. a flashlight beams onto the white mask with black eyes before the camera turns around directing into Kirby's battered bloody face. a step away to see her strapped to a tree, a knife comes into the picture and slides playfully against the side of her cheek. as Kirby groans against the dull of the blade, the camera moves far away to show Kirby tightly in place. the camera and flashlight are set down and the dark cloaked figure is seen moving back towards Kirby wielding the bowie knife. she is heard pleading and struggling as the masked figure comes closer, a hand reaching for her one arm that is completely bare of rope. turning to make sure the camera got a good view, the masked one pressed the blade down into Kirby's forearm. as blood pours from Kirby's arm, she howls a blood curdling cry into the night. carving down and horizontally, Kirby screams and kicks the best she can against the pain. finally drawing the final line down, whatever being carved completely is concealed by dark blood.-
Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Charlie: What are you talki... Kirby. What did you do?
Unknown: Nothing. Nothing yet. That's the beauty of being in the middle of nowhere. No one can hear you scream. No one could hear Nina scream and no one will be able to hear Kirby. Look for yourself..if you can stomach it.
Unknown: -request to access video chat-
Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Charlie: I got it. Not the most flattering angle I will say. Your cinematography skills need a little work. -Charlie lets out a deep breath- What do you want?
Unknown: It isn't about what I want. It is about what you want. Has anyone taken a roll call lately?
Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Charlie: Hello?
Unknown: Hello Charlie. Quiet night, don't you think? Three dead and the police are out looking for answers. Did you get my little text the other night?
Phone call from Unknown || Charlie
Unknown: -rings-
Phone call from Unknown || Mass Text
Unknown:(picture of Robbie and Charlie talking to Stab-a-thon crowd)
Unknown: (picture of Kirby and Brooke playing beer pong)
Unknown: (picture of Adam and Jesse kissing)
Unknown: (picture of Emma and Audrey at the Ghostface spray painting)
Unknown: (small gif of Will running up to Isaac in the gym)
Unknown: (15 second video, Nina is heard -No! Please no- don’t!- and the camera zooms from her bloodied body to the rear view mirror, a flash of a white mask can be seen briefly)
Unknown: 1..2..3..WHO IS NEXT?
Race Against Time
The moment Will turned for the exit, the masked figure stood to meet him face-to-face. The masked head moving from side to side, examining Will for a moment. Wielding the blade, he jabbed the knife into Will’s stomach once then twice. By the third time, the masked figure pressed its face up against Will’s as it twisted the blade as deep as it would go. He removed it and let Will fall to the ground in the pool of intestines that covered the gym floor. Standing above the fallen two, the masked Killer slowly wiped the blood off of its knife blade and onto its cloak before bounding away.
Will jumped back startled. “Fuck!” Before Will could do anything, he felt the sharp pain of the blade being driven into his stomach. As he coughed up blood, he felt the pain being to rise as he was stabbed two more times, causing the blood to flow from his mouth. He felt to the floor, feeling the life fade from his body, his eyes slowly closing. His body convulsed and everything went black.
Race Against Time
Will opened his eyes as he hugged Issac, sensing someone behind him. He didn’t turn around, he didn’t make any noise, he simply hugged Issac tightly, knowing what was to come. As the lights shut off, he never let go of Issac. The killer was truly like a ghost. You couldn’t hear his footsteps, but you sensed his presence. He felt him stand behind Issac, and his body trembled as he heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed and then plunged into something. He felt Issac’s body go slack and warm liquid completely drench the lower half of both his and Will’s body. As the lights turned back on, he saw the grotesque scene before him. Just like Nina, the killer had completely mutilated Issac. He stroked Issac’s face softly, his brown eyes dull and lifeless. All that could be heard was the dripping off the blood exiting Issac’s body. He felt a small tear drip down his cheek, Will’s heart slowly breaking as he knew that he would soon join Issac. He leaned forward and kissed Issac’s head, letting his lips rest against it for a few moments. “I’ll see you soon.” He whispered as he turned towards the exit.
The moment Will turned for the exit, the masked figure stood to meet him face-to-face. The masked head moving from side to side, examining Will for a moment. Wielding the blade, he jabbed the knife into Will’s stomach once then twice. By the third time, the masked figure pressed its face up against Will’s as it twisted the blade as deep as it would go. He removed it and let Will fall to the ground in the pool of intestines that covered the gym floor. Standing above the fallen two, the masked Killer slowly wiped the blood off of its knife blade and onto its cloak before bounding away.
Race Against Time
Trying to talk with tape covering his lips proved to be difficult; he couldn’t move them at all, as if they had been glued together. He groaned instead, the rapid movement of his shaking head causing him to feel dizzy as he tried to keep his eyes open. Nevertheless he didn’t rest, his head feebly moving from side to side, his chin gently jutting out towards the door. He wanted Will out - this guy would be back any time and he sure as hell didn’t want both of them to suffer the same fate. Whether Will chose to ignore him or just did it out of sheer panic, Isaac didn’t know, but his frustration that he wouldn’t leave only made his tears squeeze out harder and faster, until they’d mixed with his blood and painted his face in red.
Will’s words did nothing to calm him, he knew this was over from the moment he felt that hand grab him before dragging him into the gym. Will couldn’t have done anything to save him and he tried to let him know that it wasn’t his fault, pressing his forehead to his, allowing himself one last moment of closeness, of warmth, before they would be joined by the killer. There were many things he would have wanted to say to Will then, something along the lines of: ‘It’s not your fault, don’t beat yourself up about it, you’re the best thing that happened to me here at Windsor, please get out of here, he’s coming.’
He felt Will’s hands tugging at the ropes to no avail; they were too tight, too knotted, he was a prisoner. And then he felt his hand desperately grabbing at the tape on his mouth, and a savage tear as his flesh split, leaving a space where his lips should’ve been, had been, seconds before. A moment of silence, where it seemed as if the whole world stood, before a howl echoed in the large room, like an animalistic scream filled with pain, regret, remorse and finally acceptance that nobody would go this far if they didn’t plan to take it to the very end, and the end was near. He blocked out all of the noises; Will’s shouts, his own screams, and felt so lightheaded that he was certain he was ready to pass out. Blood poured from his mouth, trickling down his chin and staining his shirt. It was too late for him now.
Will struggled to get the ropes open, groaning in frustration. He pulled out his pocket knife and tried cutting the ropes but they were too thick and the knot as too tight to cut without risking further harm to Issac. He stepped back, his tears flowing uncontrollably. “Shit, shit, shit.” He repeated, his hand placed against his head. He knew they were both dead, that it was only a matter of time before he and Issac ended up like Nina and the victims of Windsor College before them. He thought about Emma and Noah and how he was thankful he managed to fix things with her and start a friendship with him. He looked over at Issac, the pain in his heart hitting him hard. He was probably thankful for him the most. He loved Emma, that much was true, but Issac showed him a different kind of love, one he wished they both could experience. He slipped his pocketknife back into his pocket and walked over to Issac and hugged him tightly, savoring what little moments they had left before the Killer ripped it from them.
The black figure had watched the whole scene fold. When Will ripped the super-glued duck tape from Isaac’s lips, even more blood pouring onto the gymnasium floor, the masked one took a step forward. The gloved hand found the wall. At the moment Will hugged Isaac, the industrial light switches were clicked and every light in the gym went off. No light could be seen. No movements could be detected. All that could be heard were the two boys. The cloaked figure moved forward quickly in the darkness, knowing exactly the number of paces to take to get to the middle of gym. With a swift motion of the bowie knife, the masked figure pushed the knife into the base of Isaac’s back. Creating a circle at first, to finish a fast carving as it had with Nina, it allowed all of his insides to fall out around him and the chair he was strapped to. Exiting the area, the lights were switched back on with just enough time for Will to observe what had become of his lover.
Race Against Time
After he heard the killer’s last words, Will ran out of his dorm room in a panic. “We met here to get to know each other..” He muttered, his voice a bit higher than normal, and his breathing uneven. “The library!” He almost shouted, running as fast as he could towards the library. As he made his way through the dark and deserted campus, his eyes darted from side to side, keeping an eye out for Ghostface. He gripped his phone tightly, his heart pounding against his chest. “Hold on, Issac, I’m almost there.” He whispered softly. As he finally reached the library, he quietly opened the door, looking around carefully.
The black figure let Will make into the center of the abandoned library before dialing him again. The young boy’s ringtone rang throughout the quiet hall. When he brought it to his ear, a sinister chuckle came from the throat of the masked one.
“Fast, but not fast enough. Find the table where the two of you sat at your study session and look around. It’ll point you in the right direction. Run faster, basketball star. He’s fading fast.”
Phone call from Unknown || Will
Will: Will's eyes widened, fear extremely evident in them. Looking out his window again, all his saw was darkness with a few glimpses of light from the lamp posts. "Please don't hurt him.", he pleaded. Closing his eyes briefly, he opened them, looking at his door. "Fine. Let's play."
Unknown: -growls- Good answer. You excel at playing games, on and off the court. I wonder what people would say if they knew you fucked a girl who is now dead. If Isaac were to die tonight, you'd might even be seen as a suspect.
Unknown: First question, you met Isaac here to get to know each other. -incoming picture of Isaac and Will in the library- Where was it? Once you make it there, I'll give you your second question. I'd hurry if I were you. Clock is ticking, Will, and so is time for Isaac.
Phone call from Unknown || Will
Will: Will winced at the unknown caller's response. "What kind of questions?" He asked, glaring at his phone.
Unknown: Not what kind of questions, but what your questions will lead to. I hope you know your campus! Look out the window again, Will. Out there, somewhere Isaac is tied up and in need to some assistance. Answer the questions correctly and you will find him in no time. Answer wrong and he'll be strung up, insides on the out, for the whole school to see. Ready to play? -laughs- Isaac's counting on you.
Phone call from Unknown || Will
Will: Will felt a chill roll down his spine, his eyes widened as he slow started to realize who the caller was. Will started looking outside his window, trying to spot something. "You're the one that killed Nina, aren't you? Where is he?" He said sternly, his anger rising.Unknown: -laughs- Calm down, Will. Jumping to conclusions so quickly could be bad for you. I'd stay on the phone if I were you. Don't you dare think about notifying anyone or I'll cut your fucking eyelids out so you don't miss any of the blood I plan to drain out of Isaac's body!
Unknown: There. Not asking too much. Since you're jumping into things, I will too. I have some questions for you, Will.
Phone call from Unknown || Will
Will: Will rolled his eyes, looking at the phone in annoyance. "Clearly you know who I am if you dialed my number. However, since I don't know who you are, I'll give you the floor to introduce yourself."Unknown: -chuckling- All you need to know is I'm a friend of Isaac's. You know Isaac, yes? He asked me to give you a phone call. See how you were doing.
Unknown: Nice night out tonight on campus. Almost as nice out as the night of the Stab-a-thon.
Phone call from Unknown || Will
Will: -picks up- Hello?
Unknown: Hello? Who's this?
