It's summer, and the gang are getting back on track with their normal lives when they come across a dangerous game of Truth or Dare.....
Set before the events of Gryphons and Gargoyles
Includes POV's from Alice, Hermione, Fred and FP
For the Fali...
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I bit into my sandwich, the spikey lettuce gripping the back of my throat, threatening to choke me. I coughed buy swallowed it all the same. I placed my sandwich down on the plate and massaged the side of my head with my fingers. I closed my eyes, escaping the world for a few seconds. I pictured I was lying in the middle of a rainforest, my eyes closed, the warm breeze blowing my hair. The aesthetically pleasing sounds of a rainforest filling my ears. The gushing sound of waterfalls, the chirping of birds communicating with one another. Peace. No murder. No drugs. Peace. But it was all just a dream. It was all fake. A knock on my trailer door woke me up from reality. I jumped, slowly getting up from my chair. I stood still, watching the shadow of the figure that stood behind the door. I picked up the knife I had used to make my sandwich and held it up. After what had happened to Hermione, I wasn't talking any chances. I crept towards the door, my heart beating fast. Pump pump pump pump. I neared the door, the knife still clenched in my fist "Alice open the door!" I lowered the knife. It was FP. I breathed a sigh of relief. What was he doing here? I hadn't seen him since our breakup and I figured he probably didn't want to see me. I bit my lip. I really hoped Hermione hadn't told him about my drug problem. I opened the door and sure enough FP waw stood there, looking flustered, a newspaper scrunched up in his right hand. He pushed past me, not even letting me let him in "Hey!" I said "You can't just barge in like that!" He looked up at me "Sorry- have you seen this?" He asked holding the newspaper up. I crossed my arms "You really think I can see that far?" He handed me the newspaper "Look at this" I opened it up, it was titled 'The Cameron Murders' I scanned the page, it was about a family in Greendale who had been murdered the previous night "God that's awful" I said giving him the newspaper back "But what does this have to do with me?" FP laughed "It has everything to do with you Alice, to do with us- this person had a gun! It was most likely the same person who decided to play tag with Hermione at Riverdale High, the same person who's sending us creepy dolls with dares in!" I shrugged "Okay, but there's nothing we can do about it, we just have to leave it up to the police" FP shook his head "What?! Leave it up to the police- since when has that ever helped! They did a whole load of nothing last time-" "So did we!" I snapped "We caught the wrong freaking person FP! The Angel Of Death is still out there!" "Exactly!" FP cried "We have to-" "Have to what?" I said "Hunt them down? Catch them? We are 17 years old FP! I'm sick of playing detective" I sighed "I'm sorry, but I'm not doing this solving crimes thing anymore" I exclaimed, walking over to the couch and sitting down "It's not good for us" FP scrunched his face up "It's not good for us? Don't you think I already know that! This whole thing is messed up! But they are targeting US, US! And if we don't do anything about it-" "We wind up dead" I finished for him "I know, but I'd rather be dead than live in this messed up place" FP stared at me, taken aback. Maybe some part of him agreed, maybe he wanted to die too. Maybe some part of him realised that we couldn't keep doing this. But he shook his head all the same, somewhat disappointed in me. He placed the newspaper down on the worktop "Okay, fine, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, with or without you" He told me, firmly. He walked over to the door and looked over at me, before exiting my trailer. My eyes instantly flicked over to the newspaper he had placed on the coffee table. I strode over to it, grabbing the corners of the newspaper and crumpling it up as small as I could. Without hesitation I threw it into the dark depths of the trash can that sat in the corner of my trailer. Perhaps my 'addiction' had been a good thing, it had made me realise that I couldn't do this anymore. I grabbed my bike keys and my serpent jacket. I needed to get out of here.
I threw another rock at the huge bridge that sat in front of me. It missed the brick and hit the dewy grass that stretched beneath it. I turned to the pile of small rocks I had collected to throw. None left. Crap. I tucked my arms around my legs and frowned. I was bored quite frankly, so so bored. Turns out not being a 'detective' was boring. I had nothing to do. I had resulted in going down to the 'Red Bridge' as residents called it, a decently relaxing place on the edge of Riverdale. I used to come here all the time when I was young with my Serpent friends, we used to throw rocks at the stream that ran under the bridge. However now, as it was summer, the stream was dried up. I looked up from my legs as I heard the sound of footsteps. I turned to see Hal Cooper stood there, making his way over to where I was sat. Damn it, why did we keep bumping into one another? "Oh, hey Alice, didn't expect to see you here" "Me niether" I said, turning back to the bridge "Just came here for some peace" I felt my cheeks redden as he neared me. It had only been days ago when we were hooking up inside my trailer- all though we hadn't gotten far "Me too" Hal exclaimed "House is crazy with my brothers, it's just nice to get some quiet sometime, so I come here" I nodded slowly and watched as he removed his bulldog jacket, swinging it over his right shoulder. I remembered how I had helped him remove it as our lips entangled. I adjusted my choker as the material stuck to my neck, sweaty and awkward, my eyes still fixated on Hal. He did the worst possible thing next- he sat down next to me. I turned away as the scent of his expensive aftershave crept up my nostril. I looked up at the bridge where two birds were jumping about, playfully "Interesting aren't they?" "Hm?" "Birds" Oh, he was looking at them too "I guess, I've never really thought about it before- Serpents are more of my thing" He laughed "Figured" We sat there for a moment in silence until I eventually blurted out "How come you like me?" Shit Alice, way to change the subject. Hal turned to me and shrugged "I don't know I mean your hot so" I bit my lip "Thanks, I guess" "Just telling the truth, chick" Jeez, did I just get called chick by Hal Cooper? A popular cool jock? Wow. I cleared my throat "I was high you know? The other day" I clarified. He dropped his shoulders "Yeah, it was kinda obvious" I laughed "Yup, sorry about that" "No, it's fine" He exclaimed "I mean it was just a bit of fun, right?" I scratched the back of my neck "Right" He exhaled "Up for more fun? I'm having a party tomorrow night at my place while my parents away, wanna come?" A jock party? I'd never been to one but I figured they were probably the usual type of party- alcohol, drugs, hooking up. I'd usually never be seen dead at one. But I could do with a change, right? I nodded my head "Sure, I'll be there" "Sweet" He chuckled, standing up "Oh but Alice, maybe wear something a little less- Serpent like, I don't usually invite Serpents and I don't think the bulldogs would appreciate it" I stared back at him but eventually mumbled "Okay" He flashed his pearly white teeth at me and walked away. So, I guess I was going to a jock rager then.
