PART ONE
Louisiana
The fiery hell that was Zeta Zeta Zeta, Delta Delta Delta, Phi Kappa Kappa Kappa, and Sorority camps, all were down to the hazing of Randall Jeston.
The clown killer was dead.
And, as he got his bloody revenge, no one suffered more than the campers, and counsellors. Their lives was shattered; their joking was insensitive to Randall.
And Randall murdered them all.
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"Ok, let's go!", Bellamy said. He looked around. "I need to go to the restroom", Bob Plame, 15, said. "Jesus! This is an operation. If you got to go, go! But don't piss me off by saying that; just go!". Bellamy smoked a cigarette.
"Ok, Boss!", Shep Feane, 16, said.
"Nope! You see anyone?", Bellamy asked. His short, brown colored hair glistened in the Louisiana heat; his brown colored eyes focused on the Sorority camp.
"No. The girls are gone...making firewood I think in the woods". Shep answered. He watched; Bellamy also watched.
"Here's a report", James Utt, 15, said. He reached the cabins. "Looks like they're doing some ritual. Initiation thing", Brad Sanders, 15, said. They grabbed their I-phones. "Take a photo and put it on Facebook", Bellamy said.
"Seen those girls on Facebook, Twitter, and other sites. Sexy", Brad said. He smiled. "Get your mind out of the gutter, dickhead. This is a military operation; this is not a boy's operation", Bellamy said.
"We're not US Army", Shep said.
"This is the Lousiana Camp Watchers Army, (LCWA), for short. We watch for anything weird in Louisiana; we watch, and take care of everything. And I mean...everything!", Bellamy said.
"Boss, there's movement from the far left. I can't make sense of it; I can't...Hell! Look at that; look at that!", Shep said excitedly.
"WHAT DO-!", Brad yelled. Then they saw the goth girls. They walked in line. They were dressed in black dresses; they wore red or black colored lipstick on their luscious mouths; and they wore black colored boots on their small feet...except the tall girls...who wore larger boots, that was also black in color.
"It's a Military exercise!", Bellamy said. He smoked another cigarette. 'The Watchers' were nervous.
"What are you freaks watching us for?", a girl asked. She kicked Bellamy in the balls with her right boot.
"ARGH.....CCC....", Bellamy answered, as he fell to the hard ground in immense pain. "We're in charge...not you", Karen Ives, 16, said. She took out a silver colored whistle. And blew. Then all of the Lesbian Goth Girls battered their enemy into submission.
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Lesbian Goth Girls Camp
HorrorBellamy, a camp watcher, is convinced the girls are gothic lesbians. And, when he attempts to get his friends involved in his illegal scheme to take the girls down, they're lives are placed in danger. The sexy, and violent, sequel to "Sorority Camp"...
