ONLY ONE PERSON VOTED FOR THAT PIECE OF SHIT I'M SO SORRY.
(some of the guesses I got on the killer are really interesting and I'm proud of myself bc they vary greatly. )
Once his heart has slowed and his snores have become steady, Simoné was able to leave the room. She can't handle seeing him like that. Her eyes start to water.
Luke opens the door and is startled by Simoné, jumping a few feet by the sight of her. "Jesus Simoné you nearly scared the life out of me!" He exclaims impulsively. When he realises the inappropriateness of his statement, his eyes widen substantially and he attempts to apologise. "I'm-"
"It's fine," She chokes out the mistruth and tries to gulp down the lump in her throat.
Luke feels guilty for mentioning the death of her best friend, that much is evident in the woeful expression he wears. The blonde boy lowers his head and briskly walks past her. He's been keeping a low profile since he got here, and Simoné can't help but wonder why he had barely been seen before this encounter.
He's been holed away in his room since the first death, and just spends time staring at the off white ceiling with wallpaper peeking out of the rips in paint.
He has noticed something in his room. The walls have clawing marks. A prisoner of the house must've tried to escape its horrors, but like the rest of the house, they discovered too late. Luke could've sworn there was dried up blood on the door leading to his room.
Luke slowly descends the stairs and walks to the kitchen. Stephanie sits at the table with a guilt-ridden expression. It itches at Luke to bite his tongue and resist questioning her.
"Luke?" She glanced up at him from her seat at the table. Her expression is laced with worry and light brown irises are clouded with anxiety. Dark circles surround the eyes. "I did a bad thing. "
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"This is what I don't get. " Blurts out Ashton as he is pacing around the living room. "One of us, " he gestures around the room. "Is possibly a maniac killer, " He takes a pause for a dramatic effect. "And you're sitting around watching TV?!" He yells at Michael.
The now purple haired boy rakes his fingers through his freshly dyed hair as he lolls in the cosy couch in the center of the front room.
He glares up at the hazel haired worrier that had now resorted to biting his nails. "I'm trying to see if anyone's looking for us. "
"Why would they be?" Ashton stops pacing and crosses his hair-covered arms.
Michael groaned annoyedly. "Because Raven did not ask if we could use this mansion to live in. The police should be looking out, right?"
Ashton prepares himself to poke holes in his theory. There is one obvious one that plopped into his mind as soon as his housemate's idiotic statements came out of his mouth.
"What if our parents confirmed that we'd be fine?" Ashton knows that that would be something his mum would do. When he's with his friends, he'd rarely call for days on end. She knows that and now everyone's screwed.
"Dammit. " Michael mutters under his breath in defeat. The hope he formally possessed, ceases to be in him and he physically looks deflated.
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Six little Indian figures frozen in their spots, forever doomed to stay in that pose for the entirety of their existence. Never to be set free of their stiffness, forever combative Indians.
Macie brings her dolls down into the kitchen and stares at the Indians on her way in with a glance of pity. The sympathy has been triggered by the events that have occurred. Her young mind lacks a full understanding of what is going on, but knows what they represent.
Life
&
Death
If one is missing, Macie isn't naive enough to not know that it meant the latter.
One has fallen to the murderer.
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Luke mind ran rapid as he was pushed into a foreign room. Where was he? What went down here?
The shift in temperature was evident from the location change. Instead of being inside, they were outside. An axe laid above a tree stump and the boy's baby blue eyes went wide in fear. A harsh gulp came from the mouth of the frightened boy.
He was supposed to trust them and it was unfortunate that they had to take him out. Luke was an innocent spirit, and had a kind heart. It panged the heart of the brutal murderer to do this to undeserving Luke.
But they knew,
it
had
to
be
done.
A thick rope secured his wrists behind his back and Luke was forced to move back by a demanding glance. He shouldn't be terrified, but oh boy he was.
Thumping steps were like thunder as they resounded in his ears. He wished to be back in his bed.
Beds offered a sense of security, and what would Luke not give for a little safety? A little assuring that everything will be alright?
BUT IT'S NOT.
And that frightened him the most.
They stroked the blade of the axe and glanced menacingly at Luke. He would've screamed, but a precautionary blindfold had his vocals muffled. He tried to move but struggled.
In a flash, the axe was raised. Luke attempted a puny scream of bloody murder.
"And
then
there
were
six " Chuckled the killer as they brought the axe down into his lower abdomen.
Againandagain
until he was in pieces
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I was trying to sound all dramatic in the second part.
I'm such a loser I know.
THANKS FOR READING THIS.
I combined it and it still sucks fml
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ten // 5sos
Hayran Kurgu"we're all going to die, " (cover cred to calumsclique aka sabrina)
