Chapter Nineteen

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I'm re-writing the last chapter and changing it completely bc I didn't like it

"Save it." They heard a gunshot. Robin..?

"Robin?" Will looked at Robin.

"Let's go call the police." She put the gun back in her pocket.

"Wait!" Mike stopped them. "There's a phone in my room. Robin and Will you guys go call for help, Lucas, Dustin, me. Let's go back to Wills dorm." Mike grabbed three kn!ves from a kn!fe holder. "With These of course."

Lucas and Dustin nodded and took a kn!fe from Mike. They left Mikes dorm as Will and Robin went to call for help.

Mike, Lucas and Dustin walked down the hallways, passing a few dorms before they were at Wills.

"Did we leave the door unlocked?" Mike asked as he twisted the door which was unlocked.

Lucas shrugged. "You and Willow were the last to leave."

Mike rolled his eyes and pushed the door open. Inside he saw Stella sitting on the same spot on the couch.

"Hey Stella." Mike laughed.

Stella looked up to see Mike. "What took you so long? And where is everyone else?" She asked.

"Will stopped us because he, El and Max needed help with something." Dustin shrugged. "The others are still helping."

Stella looked down at their hands. "Why are you guys holding knives?"

They all laughed.

"Silly us, we were helping carve a pumpkin and I guess we forgot to put the knives up." Lucas said.

Stella furrowed her eyebrows "You were carving pumpkins in January?"

"Yep! We love carving pumpkins in January." Mike put his arm around Lucas, hitting him really hard on the back.

"I don't even wanna know." Stella turned back to the tv.

Mike, Lucas and Dustin walked over to the couch and sat next to her, still holding their knives.

"So, Stella-" Dustin was cut off by Mike stabbing Stella.

Stella slowly turned her head to look at Mike. He eyes were widened and her mouth was slightly dropped.

Mike leaned in to whisper something in her ear. "Thanks for the help, but I wanna go solo now." He said, making sure no one else heard. He then removed the knife.

"What the hell?" Lucas asked.

"She was the killer." Mike rolled his eyes as he stood up, everyone else stood up too.

"Yeah but we didn't have enough proof." Dustin added on.

"Yeah well we didn't have enough proof that Steve was the killer but look at where we are now." Mike sighed. They heard a knock at the door. "Who's getting that?"

Dustin pointed to himself and went to get the door. It was Robin and Will. The first thing they noticed was Stella.

"Is she..?" Robin started.

"Dead? Yeah." Mike nodded.

"The police should be here soon." Will informed. They walked in and closed the door behind them, locking it just in case. "Like fifteen minutes."

"Well that's great." Mike smiled. "Just enough time for me to sl!t your throats."

"Mike?"

"Yes Will?" Mike brought out the kn!fe and put it against Wills neck. Will froze and backed up against the wall. Once Will was fully against the wall, Will felt the knife being pushed against his neck. Deeper and deeper. "Please help." Mike whispered in his ear.

Suddenly there was no more pressure on Wills neck anymore. Robin hit Mike in the head with a chair. That, unfortunately, didn't help Robin at all. Mike fell backwards a little but he was fine. Robin dropped the chair when Mike glared at her. Fear rose inside of Will. He needed to help Robin. But how? It was obvious Mike could take Robins hit. And Robin is strong.

Will looked around for a minute. Then he realised. 'Please help.' What did Mike mean by that? Please help.

"Mike wait a second." Will stepped up. "What do You need help With?"Mike froze and looked at Will, confused. Then he started lip syncing something. In that time, Will looked over at Dustin who was just about to grab Mikes knife. "Mike I can't read lips."

Dustin got really close to the knife and-

"DUSTIN!" Will screamed as Dustin fell to the ground. He ran over to Dustin to feel his pulse. Once he got there, he put two fingers on his neck. Slight pulse. He kept them there for another second. "Gone." Will whispered when he felt no more pulse. "You sick bastard!" Will yelled and pushed Mike. Mike fell backwards and banged his head on a table. He quickly got back up though.

"One down, three more to go." Mike smirked. Someone cleared their voice behind Mike. Mike turned around to see Willow pointing a gun at Mike.

"I can't believe I gave you an exc-" She frowned, but was cut off by Mike pulling out a gun and shooting her.

"Yeah yeah. You gave me an excuse, whatever." Mike turned back to the group. He counted them, but then Robin lunged forward and attacked Mike. Oh how Robin had so much bad luck in that given moment. Mike accidentally triggered his gun, shooting Robin in the head. Mike stepped back in fear. Then he snapped out of it. "Well I guess you won't have to check her pulse." Mike shrugged. Mike lunged towards Will. Gun shot. Mike fell to the ground.

Will looked to see who was responsible, it was Willow. "This shit really fucking hurts." And then Willow passed out.

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