THE SOUTHSIDE TAPES (RIVERDALE 2)

htgawm - 03

the blue and gold, riverdale high
"I think we... blacked out." Betty told me over the phone.
"Yeah, but the question is how and why, Elizabeth." 
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in both girls' heads, "Donna said something about a trigger word."
Veronica beamed, "Like the farm?"
"Exactly..."
"Ambrose!" I called, "Time to jog my memory."
As usual, Ambrose had all the answers. This time it was the devil's breath as Charles informed Betty. Both girls would have been virtually knocked out and unable to commit such a crime with it in their system. Therefore, they were innocent.
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The morgue was brightly lit. The hallway outside it was filled to the brim with paparazzi as Elizabeth Cooper and FP Jones went in to identify the bodies. That's right, bodies. There were two. As planned, Betty and Archie staged finding the bodies of Nicolette Woodhouse and Jughead Jones. They had gotten away with it. They had gotten away with it. The icing on the cake was Bret and Donna's audacity to try to view the body. Cheryl was in there with Toni viewing Starlet's since they were just as close with her as the blonde was.
"What the hell are you doing!" Betty screamed, "Get the hell out!"
"This isn't a photoshoot, vultures!" Cheryl snapped.
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The Stonewall Woods
Fortunately, Betty was meeting me in the very forest where it all happened. I stood beside my cousin, smirking as she called out to Donna, "We have to stop meeting like this. People will say we're in love."
"Which we aren't." I said, causing Donna to gasp.
"So, Starlet botched her own suicide, huh?" Donna chuckled darkly, "Why did you do it, Betty? Why reveal the bodies when everything will just point back to you and your cronies?"
"Oh gosh, Donna." Betty scoffed, "Maybe it's because we know you killed him after you attempted to murder Starlet and frame it as a suicide. 
"You killed him, the man that we love. And if Starlet and I are going down then we're taking you down with us."
"As usual I have no idea what you two are talking about? Maybe if I go tell Bret about your little friend here being alive-."
"Go ahead, Donna." I jeered, "Tell the world. No one will believe you. All the evidence points to a self-inflicted drunken injury and my status is to be determined."
"You can't..."
"Try me, rich bitch." I snapped, "You took my boyfriend away from me so now we're coming to for you. We'll tear you apart from limb to limb."
"You and your Stonewall chums think you know us and what our next moves will be? W"I'm sorry Donna but we are the ultimate wildcards. We are the daughter and niece of the Black Hood. The nightmare from next door-"
"The wicked bitch of the southside,
"So read my perfectly glossed plum purple lips, you psycho bitch."
We're training with the FBI, and we're coming for you.

I stepped up to Donna the Diplobrat, pulling Betty along with me as me. 
 Not Joan. Not Jonathan. Not even Bret. Just you."
Betty chuckled at the scared expression on Donna's oh-so-punchable face. Not only are you gonna regret ever saying a word to the Starlet... but you're gonna regret ever meeting me"
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And so, this chapter of two seemingly perfect murders ends as Betty, Archie, and Veronica sit at their usual booth at Pop's discussing their next move against the preppies. Meanwhile, Cheryl and Toni were aiding and abetting a certain dead girl walking at the maple club.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"They all think I'm dead. It's now or never."
"Color me stoked, cousin starlet, I've been waiting for you to join me in some hell raising."
"It'll only be for a little bit. But where are you..?"
"I'm going to visit an old friend, Blossom."
Who is it? Time will tell. You'll just have to wait and see.

"And then?"
"I'm coming home in hopes that I'll be in the mood for some more hell raising."
And her home was going to have to be The Pembrooke because she owed Veronica Lodge one hell of an explanation.