Mr. Weekes

Camio

"OH MY GOD THIS IS INHUMANE." Savannah said, rescuing you from the fire and dragging you in the car. She pulled you from your shoulders as you passed out from the smoke. She then went back and grabbed Moon and Aranna. 

Ophelia was left in the flames to burn and suffer, but was able to escape to the lake and stay there, cold and wet until the fire was put out. It was the worst pain she'd even been through. 

She was stuck at the lake for so long, she ended up dying of starvation, where her body fell into the lake and was never recovered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dallon asked, yelling.

"Not today, bitch." Savannah said, shoving a bag over Dallon's head and duct taping his mouth shut. She tied his arms behind his back with cold fabric rope and shoved him in the backseat of the car.

"Well shit." Aranna said, her hands folded carefully in her lap.

Savannah sat in the backseat with Dallon, making sure he wouldn't try to do anything stupid. She threw the car keys at you and told you to drive.

"Go to the house." She said firmly.

"What house?" You asked.

"Don't act like you don't know, you little piece of shit." She said, rolling her eyes.

You drove to the house, through the warm autumn night. Halloween was approaching, very, very quickly. It was only a few days away, it was your very holiday. 

"We're here." You said, pulling into the driveway.

Savannah left Moon in the car, only pulling you, Aranna, and Dallon out of the car and into the house. She untied your ropes and used them to tie your arms against hard, uncomfortable, wooden chairs.

They were very uncomfortable, you could feel every corner and edge of the rough wood, putting splinters and shards of wood through your clothes.

"Why are you doing this?" Dallon said, calmly, smirking.

Savannah whipped him and scoffed.

"Stop." She said firmly.

"You've been trapping me in your little cult bullshit for way too long. I'm tired of acting like I want to be involved, it's- it's emotionally and mentally draining. I want answers, Dallon." She continued.

"Nah. You don't need anything from me, you little bitch girl." Dallon said, smiling.

"Wrong answer." She said, whipping Dallon again.

"Tragic." Sophie's ghost said, moaning.

"This is truly unfortunate, is it not?" Chloe said, walking in the room with a huge cup of tea.

"Why are you doing this to us? What did we do to you?" Aranna said, squirming around under her ropes.

"Oh how- how the tables have turned." Savannah said, calmly walking towards you, Aranna, and Dallon. 

"Fucking bitch!" Aranna yelled, trying to leap at Savannah, but being stopped by the rope pressing against her stomach.

"That was cute. Dallon, I want answers." Savannah said, whipping him again with a long black rubber rope.

"That was kinky." Chloe said, kissing Savannah on the cheek.

"Oh it's nothing more than what we do in bed." She said, looking over and down at Chloe.

"When the fuck did you become a nasty lesbian?" Aranna said, throwing up in her mouth.

Savannah glared at Aranna and whipped her hard, leaving a huge mark down her arm and face.

"What did you say?" Savannah asked, putting one hand on her hip.

"N-nothing." Aranna stuttered.

--

"It was 2019." Dallon started.

"Ryan and I had become insanely popular... IDKHOW's debut album debuted at number one and we were an instant success. We were able to go on our first huge world tour- so many people loved us."

--

"You excited?" Dallon asked Ryan, buttoning up his black shirt.

"Nervous. It's our first arena show in Miami." He said, flipping his hair over and looking up at Dallon.

"It'll be okay. This tour has gone well so far- everything has gone insane this past year." Dallon said, holding Ryan's shoulder.

"This is our biggest show yet." Ryan said, grabbing two drumsticks and walking out the dressing room with Dallon.

"Good luck." Dallon said, walking different directions than Ryan to the stage.

--twohourslater--

During Choke, There were loud gunshots coming from each side of the arena, and two people fell out of their seats, shot and killed. There were more gunshots, getting louder and louder towards the stage. 

There was lots of screaming, terror, and fright in the room. The music stopped playing, and Dallon and Ryan looked at each other.

"Fuck." Dallon said, running towards the exit. He didn't make it though, he was shot in the head and the leg before he could get backstage. 

"Shit." Ryan said to himself.

"FUCK." Dallon yelled, louder.