Kit truly hated the ambience the carnival provided, it wasn't as well lit as he hoped and as the night prolonged there was a sense of foreboding that loomed over him. The shadow had been a presence in Hidehill for far too long, a series of killings all stemming from old unsolved cases. Kit had thought a lot about a motive, about something that could've driven a person to commit such heinous acts, and so far nothing made sense except that it was all connected to Miyeon, the first one.
Unaware in his reverie, he had walked a bit too far from Kiyan, and now he he could feel a cold gaze at the back of his neck. A chill that ran down his spine as he waited for the crunch of leaves underneath his foot, and he stopped, looking back from his peripheral to see a shadowy figure. Fuck me in the ass right now. he thought. Turning on his heels he looked the figure up and down before smiling. "Cute, what movie is this from, nightmare on whore street? Oh, you wanna play psycho killer, can I be the helpless victim who begs for their life? Okay, No please don't kill me Shadow, I wanna be in the sequel. " Kit mocked stepped back before taking note of his surroundings. The moment the knife came into clear view was the signal he needed. Thoughts about Kiyan, Ajay, Meera, Mateo, Mckenna, Max, Ana, Lakeyn, Mason, and all those he loved passed through his mind. A flash caught his eye, and his first instinct was to duck to the right as a sharp pain spread across his arm. Somehow he had managed to avoid a serious gash, but there was still blood oozing out of the open wound on his arm, warm and dripping as it stained his shorts.
Without a second thought he sprinted off, dashing and making his way towards the fun house, and then he waited. The sound of footsteps made him take a deep breath. You can do this. he said in his mind, a mantra to battle the fear that was searing his every nerve. Then Kit heard it, the sound of a blade scraping against metal, and he sprung into action. It started with laughter, then footsteps, guiding the shadow towards him, the mirrors spreading his reflection every which way. His giggle echoed through the house of mirrors, he saw the shadow take a few slashes toward what was nothing more than glass, and Kit stared, a smile spread across each version himself, before it finally faltered. "Over here cunt," he yelled, kicking them squared in the chest as the wall of glass shattered in the collision.
Rushing in he followed the thud of the shadow's body and tried to stomp on their head. Failure. Kit's eyes quickly widen as the knife comes close to his side once more, swiftly grasping on the arm holding the knife as he drives the momentum towards him, his back meeting the floor as he pushed with his leg, sending his attacker over him. Shards of glass were embedded on his other arm, as he turned tail and ran out the opening. Adrenaline kept him going, his breath coming out in heave pants as he tried to make his way towards others before he felt himself getting pushed to the ground, a booth falling over entirely as the wind was knocked out of him. "Jesus fuck, who are you Jamie Lee Curtis after activia, cause you're so fucking shitty,"
Gathering himself, he rolled over as he felt a blade come down, missing his face entirely. His hand reached for a pole that had been dislodged from the booth. "You kind of suck at this whole serial killer thing, y'know," Kit spat out as the shadow swung the knife, blocking it as best as he could, his arms were screaming in pain as the killer kept barreling onto him. Kit didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, so as the shadow kept trying to overpower him and push past the pole, he let them come close, taking the chance to headbutt them and swing the pole at their side before ducking out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Kit's mind raced hoping to make it out before his vision of the world turned upside down and and he found himself looking up at the sky. He had tripped over something. As he looked to inspect his eyes widened in horror as saw Percy, lying in a pool of his own blood. "Percy!" The scream tore itself out from his throat was guttural, pained as he clawed his way over to his best friend, eyes scanning his wounds as he began to cry out and yell for help. "Please, PLEAASEEE, DON'T LET ME LOSE HIM!!! SOMEBODY HELP!"
Carter saw the police enter the fairgrounds from across the way. His eyes turned quickly from them to where Alara was stationed. He knew this was it.
Before he knew it, he was running to her. Grabbing her by the shoulders and placing a hard and sloppy kiss on her lips. “Run.” He whispered into her ear as he took off in a different direction from her. His hand flying to his back where a blade laid tucked into his back pocket.
He knew that he had to keep them away from her. Protect her.
Everything around him was a blur. He couldn’t tell who was in front of him, his vision going red. This wasn’t what Carter wanted, none of this had turned out the way he had hoped.
He still didn’t end up with the girl.
By the time the police caught up to him, he had already left Viktor and Harrison laying in his path. He stood there with the blade in hand, two police officers gunning him down.
“Drop the knife.”
Carter did as he was told, throwing the blade on the ground towards their feet. His eyes frantically moving around the grounds. Trying to spot Alara anywhere.
Then he was off again. His feet hit hard against the ground as he desperately tried to make it back to her. If he could just get back to her, they could get out of this. Get out of there forever.
“ALARA!”
She was all that mattered. She was the only thing that had ever mattered. Everything he had done, he did for her. He moved the bodies, he covered up the crimes, he loved her unconditionally.
His mind travels back as he runs. Back to Dallas, her laughter echoing through his head.
“Get rid of her.” Alara had said to him.
For the first time since his breakup with Alara, his heart had felt heavy.
He remembers the feeling of his fingers around her neck, the way the life inside her kept fighting for the power to stay there.
Carter knew she wasn’t dead when he left her there. And for that he was punished. He never had the power here, he was never in charge.
Kiyan. Two brothers. Bitter is the war between them.
His blood ran cold at the first threat against him.
Nothing could happen to Kiyan.
Their relationship had been difficult since the day the younger boy came to the home. Carter resented the way their parents loved him. Resented all of them so much that he had convinced himself that Kiyan would never love him either, he was never going to be on Carters side. So, Carter shut him out forever.
His first mistake with Alara and Nadia was that he showed he still cared. That’s when the arrests happened and Carter knew that the other two of their group had been behind it.
He couldn’t fuck up again. The cost would not only be his own life, but his brothers too.
THUD.
He was so close. He could see Alara being taken by other cop as he was tackled to the down. He could almost reach out and touch her if they didn’t have his hands behind his back.
“ALARA!”
His screams for her were useless. She was no longer paying attention to anything he had to say.
Carter was faced with the reality he had put himself in. He was going to jail, but he was going for love. He spit out the grass that had landed in his mouth from the tackle to the ground. Turning his face to spit in the direction of the arresting officer. A smile began to creep onto his lips.
This wasn’t over, far from it.
“My dad is going to be so pissed.” He laughs, the smile not leaving his face as he keeps his eyes locked on where Alara was.
Alara didn’t know how she had ended up in the situation but she did. One minute she was serving Miyeon and her husband at verdure and then he returned the next day alone.Then he returned alone again and again, he would talk to her and make her laugh, he tipped her well not that she needed the money but he didn’t know that.One thing led to another and she was meeting him outside of work hours, they went for drives in his car and eventually on dates which ended with them back at quick stop motel. Once he felt confident in not being caught, those dates ended up back at his and Miyeon’s home. Alara was 25 years old when she found herself falling madly in love with a married man.
What broke her heart was when Miyeon came home early one day and caught the two of them together, she caught them in the act and all hell broke loose. A part of her was excited that they’d been caught, the thought entered her mind that maybe just maybe this is what needed to happen for him to be all hers. She was very wrong. Miyeon agreed that what had happened between the two of them would not leave this room today. She would walk out the door and that it would end here. For days, weeks and months after that she waited for him to get back in touch with her but it never happened. She was hurt, she was heart broken. Miyeon thought she saved Alara the embarrassment of the air getting out but all she caused for the younger girl was heartbreak.
I could just… kill her. That was the line that slipped out of Alara’s mouth in a vent to her sister over the phone. The line that caused all of this to begin to happen. Something somebody usually said as a throw away comment but for Alara she truly meant it.
She knew if she was to do this then she had to surround herself with people she trusted. Her sister was a given but Carter was somebody she knew she could count on. He would do anything for her and that was something she needed right now. Somebody to aimlessly plan and execute what her and her sister wanted to do.
Lots of planning went into Miyeon’s death. Time and effort was put in just to get somebody on the inside with her. Once they were in though it seemed to move quickly and before she knew it she was standing in a room with Nadia and Carter as her sister pulled the trigger.That was how it’s done. A smirk creeped at the corner of her lips as she watched the life drain from Miyeon’s body almost instantly. Her eyes glued onto the woman who caused her all this pain. She looked over at Carter wide eyed with the same smirk still on her lips. She had a taste of the power and she loved it, she enjoyed the feeling. She felt a sense of control in her life again and she didn’t want it to end.
Jae however was different. There was no real motive behind him. Her supposed best friend. Miyeon’s cousin. A person that was easy to infiltrate. She knew his schedule, she knew where he would be and she knew he wouldn’t see it coming. It was easy. This time it was her turn. She would make the final blow and she would feel that same power all over again but this time more intensely. Removing her mask before putting an end to his suffering gave her the thrill she was seeking. The look on his face as he asked her why. Just because. She would then go on to play the best friend who was heart broken. Sure, some days she thought about it and how they could have picked anybody. It was a little weird without him by her side but this was just the beginning of something much bigger for the group. The legion.
Dallas Parker. Another that should have been an easy target. Carter’s best friend. Alara wasn’t all too fond of her anyway, something about her got under her skin. She should have been an easy target. Alara did most of the beating and she left Carter to finish the job.. Something she shouldn't have done. The blonde got away. Their first fuck up.
Marcus Shaw. Somebody who seemed so pure. Somebody who wanted to seem as though they were doing the town a favour. Why should he know every aspect of everyone? Histrionic Personality Disorder he had in his notes for her. What the fuck even is that? She had poured her heart out to him in her sessions, told her how heartbroken she was over the fact she would never see Miyeon’s husband again and all he got from that was she had an issue with not being the center of attention? Of course she did not like that. Taking him out was almost too easy, though she didn’t have the final blow for this one. That was her sister. She got to hear him cry out and beg when Carter beat him over the few days they had him though and that was music to her ears. Marcus was the magic number three which now gave them their serial killer title.
Max Aguilar. Another mistake. Somebody who shouldn’t have got away but did. If he was a little tougher than Marcus, he put up a fight from the start. That was the second fuck up.
Of course the anonymous tip came around. That was Alara and Nadia. Emmeline was an obvious target for this trick up their sleeve, she happened everything to them on a plate. Ana was easy to rope into this with Marcus and Max’s involvement, the fact she had left her now dead husband for a year also making this so much easier for them. Everybody really did hand them everything on a silver platter. Kiyan however, was a little more tricky but his constant bickering in the forum fell nicely in the palm of their hands. This was a more tactical approach from Nadia and Alara considering Carter kept fucking it up. This was their attempt at getting him to focus on the task at hand but it did backfire temporarily. He had his little tantrum and decided he was going his separate way.
Lakeyn was just another one who was easy to target. Somebody to play around with. What was a little ‘attempted murder’ to send a message at this point?
Mckenna Ford. This was one that hurt Alara the most. This was truly one that was not planned and she saw something she shouldn’t have. In a moment of panic Alara found herself acting without thinking and that was all it took for Mckenna’s life to be cut short. She was one that Alara found herself shedding a tear for. At this point Alara had invited Emmeline to stay at her place in an attempt at making herself seem sweet, a way of making her seem kind and off the radar for people. This partnered with her cousin living with her too was a recipe for disaster surely? Alara had to think fast and that meant calling up her sister and Carter, of course Carter agreed and that was all it took to pull him back in. With Emmeline out for an hour while she went to Ormond’s and Aylin at work this gave them a short time slot to fix the mess Alara had made. The girl could hardly think straight and wasn’t much use. Most would think by the fourth kill it wouldn’t have an effect on her but Mckenna wasn’t planned. It was a moment of panic for her. Mckenna was too good of a person to fall victim to her hands but she did. Somehow they managed to pull it off and they got away with it.
“Nadia Kucuk, Alara Kucuk and Carter Thompson, you are under arrest for the murders of Miyeon Kang, Jaehyun Lee, Marcus Shaw and Mckenna Ford and the attempted murders of Dallas Parker, Maximo Aguilar and Lakeyn McCray. We can do this the easy way or the hard way….”
There was no way Alara would just hand herself over easily. She was standing at the booth when all hell broke loose and she knew she had to make a run for it. Running through the carnival to try and find her sister and Carter she had to somehow slow down the police who were chasing her on foot. That’s when the knife she had on her came into play as she grabbed both Kit and Percy along the way, the knife sliding in so effortlessly without a care for the damage she would be causing as she continued on foot in an attempt to escape.
She was eventually caught as she was cut off at all angles by the police, she was forcefully pushed to the ground as they cuffed her and dragged her up and onto her feet. Her sister in her view as she watched her hold Mallory close to her. She had never been prouder as she watched her speech, watched her tell them exactly what this town was and the people in it. A smile on her face, a grin as she watched the chaos around them unfold. They had done this, this was all them. The town had been in the palm of their hands for months.
The only time Alara had felt sadness was the moment she watched her sister killed in front of her eyes. Something they knew was possible going into all of this but still it caused her to scream out for her sister. How dare they. Watching her sister fall to the ground caused her to once again try to fight against them, she tried to pull away, break free. She couldn’t escape their grip so when she was put into the police car it was a waiting game. She couldn’t get free, not without help at least. Her sister had promised her that nothing would happen to the two of them. She had promised.
The police may have caught her, killed her sister and captured Carter but unfortunately for Hidehill there was always a plan. The shadows of Hidehill are always one step ahead.
Alara Kucuk escaped the fairground.
“We have been informed that Carter Thompson, Alara Kucuk, and Nadia Kucuk are confirmed as the shadow of Hidehill. Carter Thompson has been taken into police custody and will await trial if pleading not guilty. While Alara Kucuk has been reported as having escaped at the fairgrounds. Bringing us to Nadia Kucuk, who has met their fate at the hands of the police in a shootout with a hostage. The hostage, Mallory Goldmann, also reported to be deceased as well. Our thoughts with her family tonight.”
