Sequels Suck

Chapter 20

You backed up near the stage as Derek stood up to walk towards you with a smile. His smile faded as he saw the look on your face.

"YN, what is it?" 

"Derek. Stay back." 

He half scoffed and half chuckled to himself as he walked closer.  "What? Why?" You instantly jerked up onto the stage to get away from him. He stopped walking to stare at you. "Hey, what's the matter?" 

You huffed, feeling your heart beating out of your chest. "What's the matter? Hallie is dead. Andrews and Richards are dead. The killer is here." His face fell and he went to come towards you before you jerked around the back of a pillar. "I SAID TO STAY BACK!" 

He held up his hands, not getting up on stage with you. "Okay...Okay, it's alright." 

"What the hell are you doing here after curfew?!" 

He shook his head at you, reaching into his pocket. You bent your knees, ready to bolt. You swore it was going to be a gun...But instead, it was a piece of paper. 

"You told me to meet you here to talk about...Us." 

You scrunched your face, body straightening out of your running stance. "What? Derek... I never gave you a note!" 

He looked just as confused as you were before giving a disbelieving smirk. "YN, it was lying outside the car as you drove away. It's in your handwriting. I may not have known you long but I've seen you sign your name enough times on bulletin boards and that assignment we have in Biology." 

You cautiously walked towards him, eyeing him as you went to the edge of the stage where he held up the note to you. You locked eyes...You didn't see any ill will. 

Your fingers snatched it...It was in your handwriting all right. Identical. 

"There's no way... Derek, I didn't write this! I would have never had you meet me here! The only reason I'm here is because I was running away from the killer." 

"Well, if you didn't then who did?..." He trailed off as you heard something behind you. The background to the stage rising up. You turned around, the stage was still dark. But two figures stood there barely highlighted in the dim lighting. Long hair. Curly hair. Two petite feminine silhouettes. 

"Murphy?....Louis?" 

They didn't move or make a sound. Standing up straight in the dark shadows on stage. 

You looked towards Derek who jumped on stage with you. You shyed away from him as he got close. He looked a bit hurt by that as he kept walking towards the figures. Derek spared you a confused glance as you followed behind him. 

"Hey...Did my Kappa brothers put you up to this as a prank?...Murphy?...Louis?" Derek mumbled, swallowing as they both stood stock still. He rolled his eyes when they didn't answer. "Listen, this isn't funny. Someone is after YN." 

You felt a deep, unnerving, erriness creeping inside you as he got closer. "Derek, wait." You went to reach out to him...Something was wrong. You didn't like it.

Without warning...The overhead spotlight flipped on. You both shielded your eyes to look at it behind you. Your heart hammered as you both looked at each other before turning back around.

 A strangled scream ripped from your throat as you covered your mouth. Derek stumbled backwards. "Fucking shit!" Tripping over his own feet as he was mere inches from two corpses. Both girls tied upright to wooden stage props, throats slit, faces blue and eyes rolled back. 

Murphy and Louis head of Delta Lambda Zeta. By the looks of it, they had been dead for hours. 

He fumbled his way over to you as you stared in horror. He jerked you out of the way as the stage's backdrop came back down. Making the two dead girls go out of sight. You went to run to one end of the stage to escape and another background dropped. The one with a wooden door built into it. You fiddled with the stage door to see it was locked. Derek looked at you a second, hesitantly going to the otherside for it to do the same. He didn't try the door as the spotlight shined on you. He backed up to get near you as you both waited. You and him both were cornered on the center of the stage.