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Chapter fifteen,
a sinner like him ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
Serena managed to sneak into the theater, she was very quiet and making sure that she wouldn't make a damn sound. It was slightly dark, but still very vague light was to be shown dimming inside.
Passing by every single piece of evidence that was collected by whoever it was to taunt them all, the sound of someone struggling was being heard up on the stage, and around the corner.
Slowly making her way up the stage by going up the four steps, that were slowly creaking until she managed to see a blonde just laying on the floor, and groaning in pain, "Kirby!?" She quietly screeched sitting right beside her, as her eyes were glancing at the wound already panicking on the inside.
Kirby's eyes who had opened, faintly before closing and reopening, "Guess I'm playing my part quite good, aren't I?" She had managed to let out a smile appear on her face when she had noticed the pure confusion that was written on Serena's face, "According, to Detective Bailey all my trauma of 2011 sent me rogue, and just putting to terms, that I'm the killer. He's an ass for that." She groaned out.
Serena who's eyes who softened at the older woman, "He's a big fucking ass, as much his kid is. . ." She had simply heard crashing and yelling going on behind the closed doors, "Go get your cloak on, but wait. . . You don't have your dads mask?" Her eyes widened when she had seen Serena pulling out a mask that was hidden underneath her shirt.
Her lips going in a straight line before she had slowly spoken, "He left it in his vehicle that's literally right down the block , 'cause for him who's some detective is quite stupid, and didn't realize that I've taken it." She had slowly remarked, a smile appearing on her face.
Kirby who scoffed, but was highly amused as well at how she didn't notice it as well, "Well, once this is all over I'm going to need you to return it back to me, especially because it will be evidence, again." She reminded her.
Serena who nodded her head, "I should go, and prepare. . ." She had softly placed a kiss on Kirby's forehead, "Be safe, and if you manage to get up. . . Please, kick ass." She had told the blonde.
"You too!"
Serena had gotten up, and knew she had to hurry up. Looking at some name plate, Roman Bridger. . . a sigh had easily escaped her own lips when she found her dads name plate that was right next to Roman Bridger.
Snatching the cloak, eyes had wandered over to Billy Loomis, his mannequin that was inside of some large glassed box, eyes shimmered at what she seen, his knife. She had felt herself heading on over there, and opening it as she snatched the knife.
