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The King High Killer – (Chapter: Chapter 11 Eleven, Die and Go to Heaven)
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“And of course me, Lil, and Ashley are also huge outcasts.” Carmen muttered.
“You’re all gay and out, so yeah. And since we already know both you and Ash are targets, it just stands to reason the Killer would continue to go after you even if you’re going to the dance; Lily included.” Spencer said with a roll of her eyes as the anger swelled.
“How many students aren’t going to the dance?” Lily asked as she jotted down notes.
“Over a two hundred.” Spencer admitted with a sigh.
“I can’t tell if you’re more bummed because ticket sales suck or you’re afraid for people’s lives.”
“Very funny, Ashley.” Spencer scolded, but swatted the brunette’s arm playfully because she knew Ashley was trying to make light of the very serious situation and they were all beyond stressed.
“Brenda Car…isn’t she the girl you’re ex scumbag cheated on you with?” Ashley asked after a moment of silence.
“Your point?”
“Again…I’m not sure if you’re hoping she’s a victim orrrr…”
“Knock it off, Ash, this is serious!”
“I’m sorry.” Ashley mumbled because Spencer looked like she was at her breaking point.
“How the hell are we going to prevent this shit from happening?” Carmen asked, slamming her back into her chair out of frustration. “Sure, we could probably stalk Zac, Brenda, and Debbie, but we’re not even sure they’re definite victims! We can’t go to the cops cause they don’t believe us and we are no closer to having any freaking clue about who’s killing all these people!”
Simultaneously, all four girls wearily rubbed their faces. They were working on little to no sleep and their anxiety was mounting.
“Carmen’s right; we’re fucked.”
“Thank you for agreeing with me, I think it was a first.”
“Shut up, Mendez.” Ashley stated as she tousled her hair trying to alleviate her on-coming headache.
“We can either follow potential victims or potential killers, what do you think?” Spencer asked as she massaged her sore neck.
“I say killers,” Ashley didn’t hesitate to answer as her brushed Spencer’s hair aside and took over working the kinks out of the blonde’s neck. “I still think it’s Clay Brown and Garrett McDermott.”
“Ash-” Spencer groaned, tired of hearing the brunette’s theory.
“No, think about it, Spence! Clay’s mom works at the morgue so he has access to a lot of inside shit and probably knows a thing or two about how to kill and cover it up. We know he’s the creepy silent type that later people will say, ‘he seemed like such a nice, quiet guy,’ after they found out he butchered a whole bunch of people. He likes order, much like the Killer, and he was at the hayride that night Jonica and them died.
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fucking wonderful… really love the story, and that sex was-wow. just great job, please, please, please pms!!
(SQUEEEE!!!) sooo glad you’re still writing this! hell, i’m overjoyed when you write anything. i feel like i’ve hit a plateau with the compliments. at this point, after reading and loving every SON story you’ve written, like fifty times, i hope it’s enough to just reiterate that i truly appreciate your time and talent :)
okay first of all…i hate you. you made me wait forever and i don’t appreciate it. BUT…i do appreciate this update and everything about it. i need the next two updates….NOW. damn you, you make me crave each of your stories so that i don’t know which one i want you to work on. you had me all about the glee fic and now i just want to read the rest of this. i’m sure once the glee fic comes out i’m going to want that to be continued. damn your mind games! it was just so good, and who is this rude killer? what do the files say? why are two people chasing them? who has access to the police head quarters. i’m not budging on my theory that it’s one of the adults… marie or mr. carlin. if it’s one of the police officers or coroners i’m going to be pissed that i didn’t see it sooner. once again, damn your mind games. text me when you read this so i can yell at you further.
I’m kind of hoping its ashley dont know why im twisted like that
holy freakin hell it’s about time! I’ve been dying for this update, literally ready to scream at the computer willing it to appear. but anyway let’s see. wow so much is going on. I gotta say the whole “You may not know who I am, but I know who you are” has me thinking hard. and what the hell is up with the files for the ‘rents I would like to know. hmm, the student body now knows all of what spence and ash know, and the protege seems to have a soft spot for spence. I don’t quite know what to make of the 2 people outside of the Zee’s house. maybe it was the killer and the protege, maybe it was someone pulling a very twisted prank. kinda rude for Mr Zee not to wait for spence and ash though, geesh. buy alas, we’re coming to the ending. and that is sooo sad, but I’ll be glad to know what the hell is going on and the killer’s motives (hidden or otherwise) and all that. ahhh the ending here was so great, although I was really really hoping that spence would step up and confess her love for ash. guess I gotta wait for that. glad to know we’ll be getting the rest before Halloween. psyched for it!! awesome job mighty Stix!