NOTICE: This story was rebooted and restarted by me as 'Worlds of Death'. I am still keeping this up, but this particular version of the story is discontinued.
October 1986.
Joseph Samuels and Lucas Sinclair are best friends.
Close as brothers.
Lu...
Fear overtook Lucas' heart as he made the realization.
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"You're Ghostface," Lucas told Jason.
Jason turned around and looked Lucas dead in the eyes.
"What did you just say to me, Sinclair?" He asked.
Lucas took a deep breath.
"It's you, isn't it? YOU are the killer," Lucas pointed out.
Jason just sneers, "What makes you think that, Lucas?"
"You saw Chrissy was going to Eddie. You knew he was Dustin's best friend too. You knew Patrick was starting to become my friend. You killed them," Lucas points out.
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Jason slowly walks up towards Lucas, who can't help but still feel that pinch of fear in his heart and drop down to his stomach.
"That's an interesting theory, Sinclair," Jason slowly walks towards him, "Say I was the killer. You just found me out. You and me are alone in here. I SHOULD kill you."
Lucas takes a deep breath as the fear almost becomes unbearable.
"You wouldn't kill me, Jason," Lucas slowly says, trying his best to hide the fear.
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"We've been best friends since we were 6," Lucas reminds him, "We're like brothers. You've told me yourself."
Jason nods, "You're right, Lucas. I love you. You are like my brother."
