Crybaby

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The girls shake, staying as far out of sight of the window as possible. They hold their breath.
Crybaby is afraid that he will hear her thumping heart.
"Listen up. I know you are in there girls. I know I can get you out, eventually."
Growls his terrifying voice.
"I'll be back."
He chuckles.
They hear him drive away.
"I- I thought you killed him"
Breathes Lana, barley daring to make a sound.
"I did. I watched him die. Th- this must be someone else. But they certainly are alike." Crybaby whispers, in an equally hushed voice.
"What are we going to do?" Says Electra, her voice breaking in fear.
"I don't know."
Crybaby mumbles, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Troye is unaware of what is happening to his friends.
Usually when someone is unaware in these situations, they are labeled "blissfully ignorant".
Troye, however, is anything but blissful. He sits alone, in the woods, and his cheeks are tear stained. "C-Connor" he mumbles to himself. His knees are hugged to his chest and he is rocking back and fourth.
After half an hour, he finally decides to go back to the playground, only to find that his friends are gone.
"Crybaby? Electra? L-Lana?"
They didn't leave. They wouldn't. Where are they? Troye thinks.
He sighs. Maybe they did leave. Maybe they don't love me. Connor doesn't, why should they?
He begins walking home, and he feels like shattering.
That is when Troye hears it. The sweet tune of the ice cream truck.
Of course if it had been any other time, Troye would remember what crybaby told him. But today that thought is in the back of his mind.
Troye decides that he wants icecream. It won't help with the mood at all, but at least his stomach will stop grumbling. He digs his hands into his pockets and pulls out a small bit of change that he has collected lately.
The truck pulls up to the side of the road. Troye patters over and peers over the window as it rolls down.
He sees the gleaming eyes and suddenly remembers. His face goes sickly pale and his eyes widen. He steps back, trips, and hits the asphalt hard. He is right back up and running, as fast as his small legs will take him. Whimpers escape his mouth as he loses sight of the truck. He ducks into a damp alley and leans against the wall, sighing in relief. He examines his scraped knee. After ten minutes he gets up, still shaking, and walks over to the entrance of the alley. He looks out both ways, and is glad to see that the coast is clear.
He is very wrong.

He is about to step forward when a hand clamps over his mouth. He notices a funny smelling white cloth. He tries to scream but nothing escapes his lips. He kicks but only gets kicked back. His eyes sting. He can't breath. His lungs burn.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word."
As he is pulled back into the alley, everything goes black.

Back in Electra's home, three terrified girls sit on the floor. They are hopelessly wondering what to do. "My parents are gone for the weekend." Says Electra." Not that they would care." She mumbles at the end.
"Well we can't leave the house because he will definitely catch us then." Crybaby says. Lana just sobs and hold the girl's hands tightly.
They hear the dreaded noise.
The terribly loud knocking.
They all hold their breath.
"Guess who is back! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He laughs in a way that sends chills up the girl's spines. Crybaby would ordinarily stand up for them, but she just can't. Not now.
So Electra stands. Her knees shake and her voice wavers.
"W- we aren't coming out. No matter what."
"That is what I thought you'd say, darling. So I brought someone."
The girls are growing more curios and terrified.
They hear a violent muffled thud and crying out.
They recognize the voice.
They wish they hadn't.
Electra falls to her knees as she looks at the others with wide and horrified eyes.
Crybaby throws her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Lana's tears flow harder and harder.
It's Troye's voice.
"If you don't come out on the count of three, little blue boy here gets to have some fun." Cackles the dark voice.
"One" he growls. Troye tries to call out to them, but another loud thud is heard and he is silent except for a whimper.
"Two" the whimpers grow louder.
Crybaby is hysterical.
"Th-"
"We'll come out! Don't touch him, we'll come out!" Crybaby shouts through her tears.
"I'm sorry." Whispers to the other girls.
They nod as if to say: We would have done it anyway.
She turns the shiny brass lock.