The Future Diary 2: Blood Of The Past

The Big Reveal

He checked in the closet with his son first, and nothing had happened. There was nobody waiting to spring out at him. This was it. Jeff had told him so. The unmasking. He was the main character in his own horror nightmare, and this is how it would end.

He walked into the library, and there they stood.

"Hello, Dawson," Dan's voice said, as the killer held a voice changer up to their mouth. "Do you miss me?"

"Shut up and get on with it!" Dawson screamed, aiming the gun at the killer.

Dalton's voice laughed. "You're such a fool, Dawson! You let this happen, and what does it mean to you? What did I mean to you? You didn't have the guts to get it done. You let me die, and now, you're going to pay, too."

Dawson fired, but the gun clicked. Now, he heard his own voice.

"You're so stupid, you forgot to count your bullets. You're always making mistakes. You're always being the person you wished you weren't. You're fake, and you know it. This whole game is about identity, and you're losing! How could you be so foolish? Why don't you just suck it up, and take off the goddamn-"

"Mask," said Chris, as he lifted the Calico Killer's mask off of his face. "Surprise, Dawson. Bet you didn't expect that."

Dawson was speechless. He didn't express his anger. He didn't do anything. He just stood there, staring in awe.

"You know, Jeff was right. The killer was somebody close to Dalton. It's just that, you didn't suspect me at all, right? That's the perfect thing about it all! I made them think it was anybody but me! Your best friend, the Calico Killer! How ironic."

"You're a fucking sicko," Dawson mumbled.

"Actually, I'm not. I'm just smart. Do you understand the trouble I had to go through? Hiring a freelancer to be your killing accomplice? All of the lies I had to tell? All the times I made it obvious, but it just looked like I was trying to help? Being fake is hard, and I'm sure you'd know something about that."

"You're a fucking coward, you have no right to speak!" Dawson yelled. "You hide behind that mask like a little bitch, you're a fucking pussy!"

"Dawson," Chris said, cocking his head. "You're making yourself believe that that's true. I really hate it how people think that hiding behind a mask is cowardice. You know, it's really not. Every single person on this earth hides who they really are behind a mask. Whether a metaphor or a real one, we all have masks. We have those repressed parts of our personality that we don't want anybody to see, the secret emotions that we feel, or the dark treacheries that we hide in our mind. The popular kids at school, the fake friends, the cheating wife, they all wear masks! I may be wearing a different kind of mask, but the moral of the story is that I did what I had to do."

"So you killed all of those women, all of those innocent people... Just to win this game?"

Chris scoffed. "No, you idiot! I'm not that much of a monster. Like I said, I did what I had to do. I'm sure there's a real Calico Killer out there somewhere. He's probably just some fat pedophile who gets off to cutting up girls. It's perfect, too, because I already framed Jeff! The crazy, horror obsessed brother, who flew out to New York to make a deal for my company, but ended up being a serial killer, who knew!"

Dawson was astonished, and Chris didn't waver. He just stared, holding the mask and knife in his hands.

"You know what has to happen now?" Dawson asked.

"What?"

"The killer's evil plot is foiled, and the hero wins," Dawson said.

Chris chuckled. "There is no hero to this story. In this game, we're all villains. No matter what."

"You're a very clever villain," Dawson admitted. "Framing Gustin to be the killer..."

"Thank you."

"But why did you kill those paramedics? Wasn't he enough? Did you have to kill somebody innocent, too? I understand you had to keep him silent but..."

"Wait, what paramedics?" Chris asked. Dawson blinked.

"The night she died... Gustin's ambulance crashed and he killed everybody inside. I guess since you're him that was you?"

"Woah," Chris said. "No, I didn't. I stabbed Andy in the alleyway to frame him, and then I snuck out and killed Dalton. I didn't cut up any ambulance at all. Dan and I were the only killers, he killed Mason and Justin, and I did the rest!"

"If you didn't..." Dawson breathed, "then who did?"

Another hooded figure sprung out from behind Chris, donned in the same mask. They stabbed him in the chest, and Chris screamed, falling backwards. He swung with his knife, but the other killer overpowered him, jousting the knife into his chest several times.

Once Chris was dead, the figure stood up, ripping off the mask.

"What the fuck is going on," Dawson said, taking a seat.

"Thank God that's over," Sara said, breathing relieved. "I can't believe he thought I was a fat pedophile."

Dawson laughed. "Jesus Christ, I never thought I would be happy to see a serial killer."

Sara looked at him. "Why would you be happy? You're next."

"Wait, what? Why?"

"Don't act stupid, Dawson," Sara hissed. "You know what you've done. She was my best friend, and I would do anything to help her. In fact, I did!"

"Wait, so you killed those people?"

"Yeah, I did. I had to kill that scumbag Andy, I thought he hurt her. I came to this party tonight not because of this stupid game, but because of him." She pointed to Chris. "I wanted to make sure whoever killed her payed."

"But I didn't kill her," Dawson said, backing away.

"I know you didn't, but you hurt her. You hurt her more than anybody else. You destroyed her life, and you have to pay for that with yours."

"I know I did Sara, but please," Dawson begged. "One question before we do our little chase thing."

"I guess so," Sara said reluctantly.

"Why did you kill those other people? The actual victims?"

Sara shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just liked it."

With that, Sara raised her knife, and Dawson began to run.