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Title: He's Coming!!

Author: Crashdown_51

Rating: MATURE. It's a Horror fic so it will be all deathy and stuff. LOL.

Genre: AU. The fic is really about everyone, but it'll mostly be on the main characters. Mx/Lz; Mi/Ma mostly ---> No Aliens

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

Summary: A stroke of coincidences has a group of teachers, jocks, nerds, rebels and airheads confined on a 9 hour roadtrip to get to there own academic destinations. A destination that's thrown off course and into the arms and residence of a madman, named Trickster. Can they escape the old masion before it's too late? Read and find out.

Author's Note: Hi guys. I've always wanted to write a spooky type fic, so while watching Friday the 13th Marathon, and talking to Icequeen and Lizard Queen, this popped out. Now, I must credit Icequeen, who bravely picked out the order people are gonna go bye-bye in (without knowing who she was assigning the number to I must clarify, she just gave a random number as i went down the list) and Lizard Queen, who picked out the way they die (he he in the same way too as Jazzy). So enjoy, and thanks Jazzy and Kris for your unknowing, but awesome help. I literally couldn't do it without you two.



<center>Chapter One</center>

<center>"Psyclone jack
Hallucinating hack
Thinks donna reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So beautiful,
They make you kill."

Rob Zombie (Living Dead Girl)</center>


West Roswell High – October 31st, 2005 NOON

“I’m not kidding Liz.” Maria warned, pushing Liz lightly away while she tried to hold a straight face.

“Maria, you can’t be serious.” Liz giggled, playfully pushing Maria back as they walked to the schools parking lot.

“Hey, don’t bash on Madame Vivian.” Maria warned, glancing at her watch before placing them on her hips, failing in holding her angry expression as well.

“Maria, in case you forgot, been there, done that.” Liz reminded rolling her eyes and then noticed the long over due school bus, cutting the corner and heading their way.

“Hey.” Max greeted, surprising Liz from behind by dipping her down 2 feet off the ground, holding the small of her back with his hand and knee as he kissed her ‘hello’.

“Mmm…hi.” Liz replied with a blushing grin, still in Max’s arms when she was back on her feet.

“Ugh.” Michael puffed, when Maria’s arm slapped across his stomach. “Fuck Maria!” Michael shouted, while Max and Liz laughed. “What the hell was that for?” Michael vented, caught off guard by the attack.

“Why can’t you say hello to me like that?” Maria questioned, pointing to Max and Liz, who were watching in amusement.

“You’d be lucky to get a “good-bye”.” Michael retorted rubbing his stomach and then hanging his arm around Maria’s neck, pulling her to him to get a kiss and then felt her rub apologetically on the spot she hit him. “What were you two talking about?” Michael asked, changing the subject as the bus pulled up a few feet away from them.

“Fortune tellers, curses, make-up, you know, the usual.” Maria replied sarcastically.

“Only when you’re in the conversation.” Michael commented under his breath and blocked the elbow that was aimed for his side.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Maria snickered and then realized their presence. “What are you doing here any ways?”

“Happy to see you too, babe.” Michael answered sarcastically and then looked over to Max to roll his eyes.

“What ‘are’ you doing here?” Liz asked surprised by the visit as well. “Didn’t you guys have a game in Hartley or something?”

“We had a meeting with some scouts.” Max replied, looking down to his school letter jacket to prove it to her.

“Scouts? Really? Why didn’t you tell me? How’d it go?” Liz asked enthusiastically, noticing they were indeed wearing their hockey jerseys underneath their school jackets, Max’s having the letter “C” on his, for Captain, over his heart.

“Maxie boy here’s gonna be the next Wayne Gretzky.” Michael announced, hitting Max’s arm with a light punch and then curled in his arm to take the blow Max retaliated with.

“Yeah, I will be with my trusted Wingman.” Max laughed.

“Aww, are we witnessing a Hallmark male bonding moment.” A voice commented from behind them. A voice they identified as Kyle Valenti’s voice. “Tear.” Kyle laughed, tracing his finger down his cheek to imitate a teardrop falling when the four turned around and then turned to look to his friends behind him to laugh along with him.

“I knew I smelled bacon.” Michael commented to Max, who was standing behind Liz with his arms around her as she rested against him.

“Nice. You think that one all up yourself?” Kyle asked cockily.

“Max. Michael. Everything cool?” Sean asked as he and Billy Darden walked to their sides, holding their hockey sticks firmly in their hands.

“If it isn’t the Prison Inforcers.” Kyle broadcasted in humor.

“I’d be happy to inforce my foot up your ass, Preppy.” Billy proclaimed, about to step up to Kyle when Max’s arm stopped him.

“What do you want, Kyle?” Max asked fed up by Kyle’s unwanted presence and comments.

“Heard you guys lost last nights game.” Kyle replied, crossing his arms and stroking his chin.

“So what’s your point?” Michael asked, rolling his eyes and then looking down to Maria, who was still underneath his arm, rolling her eyes as well and glaring at Kyle and his friends.

“Point is, you guys are an embarrassment.” Kyle answered, losing his humoring tone for a more serious one. “I mean, we have football and basketball cover, All-State.” Kyle enlightened them, pointing to himself and his friends behind him. “You would think you figure skating, trailer trash, red necks could handle a Pee Wee sport like hockey.” He laughed. “I don’t know. Maybe you guys should try a sport that’s more down to your level, like baseball, non-contact.”

“Or maybe even join a club, like the Explorers’ club, I hear your girlfriend has an opening.” Paulie added with a mischievous laugh.

“What’d you say?” Max asked in rage, pushing Liz to Maria as the four hockey players met up face-to-face with the football players.

“You heard me.” Paulie replied.

“What? Do somethin’.” Sean provoked to Angus.

“Fucking Preppies.” Michael vented to Tommy.

“Yeah, I got your Preppy right here.” Tommy responded, grabbing his nuts for intimidation.

“Gotta grow some first, Pinkie.” Billy retaliated with a cool chuckle.

“Alright! Alright! Break it up!” Coach Clay ordered, waving his arm between the eight guys, turning his back to Kyle and his friends to face Max’s and his. “Evans, you get your teammates outta my guys faces, right now! They’re already in shitter with Forrester, as it is.”

“Evening Coach Clay.” Miss Toplosky greeted as she jogged to him, clutching her clipboard to her chest.

“Miss Topolsky.” Coach Clay greeted, clearing his throat and turning to face her.

“I guess you heard about my girls.” She started, shaking her head in annoyance. “A couple of them got left behind for the Cheerleading Nationals in Hartley.”

“It seems to be happening a lot lately.” Coach Clay chuckled.

“Yeah, I heard about Mr. Selgiman.”

“He’ll live.” He shrugged off, not noticing the look Maria and Liz exchange to each other.

“Well, at least we’re all going to the same city.” She declared with a sigh of relief as she wiped the sweat off her forehead.

“Actually, Miss Topolsky, we were heading to Dalhart. Forrester just requested I’d stay behind with a few of my guys to help out a few of Coach Shellows’ boys get to Hartley in one piece.” Coach Clay informed her as he pointed to Max with his chin.

“Well, surely you wouldn’t mind if a couple of girls tagged along?” Topolsky asked with a flirty bow.

“Not at all. You just let me know if you need any help carrying anything.” Coach Clay volunteered, pointing Miss Toplosky to the direction of the parked bus. “Guys.” He called out, insinuating for them to follow.

“We’ll finish this later Evans.” Kyle threatened, taking a step forward to look up at Max.

“Anytime.” Max replied, un-intimidated, and watched as Kyle walked off with Angus, Paulie and Tommy following right behind him.

“Those guys? In the same bus with us?” Sean exclaimed.

“Man, Coach Clay is just doing it to get to us.” Billy huffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Man, like this day couldn’t get any worse and now we have the Peroxide clan coming with us too.” Maria bickered, referring to the cheerleaders as she crossed her arms, looking over to the bus to see the Kyle and his friends helping the uniformed cheerleaders with their gear.

“We just stay together and everything will be okay.” Max advised looking at Sean, Billy and Michael for their nod of agreement. “Alright, let’s get on the bus.” Max ordered, shoving his hands in his letter jacket that the four of them were wearing, and followed behind Liz and Maria.

“Why’s Forrester pissed at you guys?” Michael asked Billy, who was walking on his left, curious about the information when Coach Clay mentioned it.

“You know Ranch High’s mascot?” Sean asked with a grin, leaning forward and looking to his right to see Billy, Michael, and Max looking back to him.

“The pig?” Max asked Sean with a puzzled laugh and then looked suspiciously to Billy before shooting a worried look to Michael.

“Sure, if that’s what my stomach’s calling him.” Billy laughed, leaning on Sean who was laughing mischievously as well.

“I knew I smelled bacon.” Michael announced, making the four of them laugh when they climbed on board the bus.


Inside School Bus

“Alright. Settle Down.” Coach Clay ordered, flapping his hand and clipboard up and down, signaling them to sit down and be quiet. “I know you guys are looking around and noticing faces you probably have never seen before. But news flash, Kiddos, you all go to the same school, so I don’t want any fights on board.” He warned, looking at everyone’s heads’, that where only visible from where he was standing. “Alright, we got a full load today. We have some of Miss Topolsky’s ladies on board. Mr…uh, what exactly is your last name?”

“Del Moah.” A slender man replied. “Just call me Eddie.”

“Right. We have Mr. Rameriz and Eddie here taking over for Mr. Selgiman’s Science club while he recovers from his little DeLuca incident.”

“He told me to light it.” Maria clarified holding her finger in the air while everyone laughed.

“Whatever the police report says, Miss DeLuca.” Coach Clay murmured indifferently under his breath as he continued to look at his clipboard. “So, we do roll, make sure you guys are all here cause I’d be crazy if I’d have to come back here for another one of you’s.” He commented, clearing his throat as he pulled his pencil from his ear and placed it on the first name. “Answer ‘here’ when I call you.” He commanded, preparing to check off the first name. “Banks, Courtney.”

“Here.”

“Burrows, Eileen?”

“Here.”

“Darden, Billy?”

“Aqui.” Billy answered in Spanish.

“Save the bilingual skills for McDonalds, Darden.” Coach Clay exhaled as he checked off Billy’s name while listening to a few giggles and chuckles from his comment. “Davis, Brody?”

“Here.”

“Delaney, Vicky?”

“Oh yeah! A-ooo.” A few guys howled.

“Here.” She answered with an egotistic smile.

“Deluca, Maria?”

“Hellllo mama. Ouch!” Was howled again.

“Hey!” Michael warned, standing half way up until the howls died down from fear.

“Here.” Maria answered with a laugh, pulling Michael to sit back down beside her.

“God save us.” Coach Clay mumbled in the same bored expression as he checked off her name and continued down the list. “DeLuca, Sean?”

“Yo!”

“Yo? Let’s get one thing straight here DeLuca. I am not your friend nor am I your bro, and I’m definitely not your Hommie. So let’s keep the street talk in the streets. Are we clear?”

“Crystal sir.” Sean saluted and then looked down to his hands while Billy snorted a laugh beside him.

“Nice going.” Billy laughed.

“Cool it.” Max ordered, looking behind him to Sean and Billy and then looked beside him to hold Liz’s hand.

“Evans, Isabel?”

“Ow. Ouch. Hot mama.” A few boys hollered and whistled once her name was called.

“This is not the Playboy Mansion, guys, so keep it in your pants.” The Coach warned as he checked her name off the list.

“Evans, Max?”

“Ouch. Roaoo.” Elaina and Vanessa howled, who were sitting to the right of Max and Liz.

“Here.” Max answered in a serious tone, unable to make out the comment that came from Kyle’s direction for trying to calm Liz down, who was being backed up by Maria from the crack of the seats.

“Ferguson, Tommy?”

“Here.”

“Guerin, Michael?”

“Ouch!” A girl howled from the front of the bus.

“Who the hell was that?” Maria exclaimed, standing up as soon as she heard the howl, but was pulled right back down by Michael, while Max and Liz laughed behind them.

“Here.”

“Harding, Tess?” The Coach continued, ignoring Maria’s outburst.

“Ouch!”

“Here.”

“That was only her boyfriend.” Maria whispered to Liz through the crack of the seats, making her laugh.

“Masterson, Angus?”

“Here.”

“Parker, Elizabeth?”

“Ouch! Oh yeah! Ouch!”

“Here.” Liz answered, blushing to Max who was flashing her an amused smile.

“Roberts, Vannessa?”

“Here.”

“Summers, Paulie?”

“Here.”

“Thompson, Elaina?”

“Here.”

“Valenti, Kyle?”

“Here Coach.”

“Whitman, Alex?”

“Here.”

“Right, and as soon as Coach Shellow and Mr. Rameriz get here we can leave.” Coach Clay announced as he glanced at his wristwatch.

“We’re here. We’re here.” Coach Shellow announced as he hopped on before Mr. Rameriz.

“Right. Larry.” Coach Clay signaled to the bus driver to drive and then sat down by Miss Topolsky. “It’s gonna be a long ride.”


Texas - 6:26P.M.

“We’re still going to this Halloween Party, right?” Michael asked, leaning to the side to see Max as Maria got on her knees to look over the seat and look down to Max and Liz.

“Yeah, what’s the plans Evans?” Sean asked as he leaned forward and Billy leaned on Max and Liz’s seat, right above Liz’s head.

“We’ll never make it.” Max replied skeptically as he shook his head and then looked over to Liz. “When are you guys done stargazing?” Max asked curiously.

“About 9 o’clock.” Liz replied looking to Maria for confirmation.

“Kinda close.” Max hissed, giving Michael an unsure look. “Our game ends at 9:30…”

“That’s if we ever get there.” Sean mumbled under his breath and looked in the direction of Larry, the bus driver. “This guy should’ve been driving the short bus…”

“Or riding in it himself.” Billy finished off.

“Look at how thick his glasses are.” Sean pointed out, seeing all their heads turn in the drivers’ direction and then laughed when they realized he was right. “That can’t be safe.”


Road Barn Field

“Laaauuurrriieee.” A calm voice called out with the blow of the wind.

Laurie turned quickly around, with her hands up defensively, looking around the dark field for the source of the voice while she whimpered.

“Laaauuurrriieee.” She heard again, but this time close enough to send a chill down her spine and make all the hairs on her arms stand up.

“Run, Laurie. Move your ass!” Laurie Dupree commanded to herself. Limping across the field, she found herself running in a crop of long blazes of grass that reached a foot above her head, knocking out all visibility in front and behind her.

“Laurie!” She heard the voice shout angrily.

“Run!” Laurie cried louder to herself, feeling the long brushes of grass hit her bare arms and legs like whips as she bolted through them. Taking a short breath in a patch of the crop, she spotted a yellow school bus coming from the right, on the dirt road ahead of her. “Oh my God!” She cried in relief and began running again. “Help me!” She shouted as she ran through what was left of the crops. “Please!” She begged once she popped out, but saw the bus maintaining its speed. “Stop! Please! Help me!” She pleaded as she ran towards the bus waving her arms frantically for the driver to see her.


School Bus

“Little snot nosed fuckers.” Larry mumbled under his breath as he quickly snuck a sip of liquor from his flask and then tucked it back in the inside pocket of his vest. “8 hours of this bullshit makes me want to go back to…” He trailed off when suddenly a blonde girl appears in the diameter of his headlights in the middle of the road.

“Please! Help Me!” Laurie pleaded, waving her arms for the bus to stop.

“Holy Shit!” Larry shouted, turning the wheel hard to the left to try and dodge her while he heard everyone scream in fear. Pressing hard on the breaks, a loud pop was heard and then suddenly the bus leaned on it’s right wheels before it finally tipped over, sliding about 50 feet down the dirt road they were riding on.

lizard_queen wrote:So, i'm guessing that Max is like one of the big popular Jock guys who has it all, a captancy, a beautiful girlfriend and even scouts looking at his sport... you can see why Kyle is envious. Will this end up affecting them when 'Trickster' comes to town?

Yahtzee! If you haven't noticed, the guys (Michael, Sean, Billy), they even wait for Max's leadership on non-sports related issues because they see him as "the man in charge". Their Elvis. Their Knoxville. Their red power ranger....you get my point. And I must agree the Jeepers Creepers 2 was a thousand times better than the first one, I mean, a guy with a tattooed belly button???? Who writes that stuff, lol. Oh, and yeah, Laurie was running from the Trickster.

lizard_queen wrote:So, whens the killing gonna start?

I like your blood thirst...your hired, LOL. Alright, well if you want it you got it sister!

icequeen wrote:Max and Michael as hockey players=HOOOTTTTTT

How did I know you'd say that? I like your taste in men...your hired.

mmcherron wrote:Where are they and I wonder who was chasing Laurie? I hope that everyone is ok in the bus that just crashed.

Okay, they are in Road Barn, Texas, middle of nowhere, and about 3 1/2 hours away from Hartley, the town they were suppose to be heading to. The Trickster is chasing after Laurie and you find out why, I mean besides that whole "wanting to kill her" thing. As for the bus crash, come on, now why would I kill anyone off in something as low key as a bus accident, when I have a whole house of goodies to play with??

cornflakegirl ~ Hey, glad you like it. I'm a sucker for some Tori Amos tunes. Ask Icequeen. I sent her two of my fav tracks "Blue Skies" and "Sleeps With Butterflies". I like your taste in music....your hired.

Sternbetrachter ~ Maybe he will maybe he won't.

Smac ~ Wow, you have a list yourself don't ya? LOL. I like your killing order...your hired.


Author's Note: Wow! Thanks for reading and a million thank you's for the awesome feedback. I was gonna tell a story. A story of how I made the banner before I got the number order, hint hint. I've been watching my Boogymen DVD and today they gave a marathon of the Leprachaun Series, so I'm all good for more HC. So on with the bye-bye's!!


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<center>Chapter Two</center>


Inside the Bus

“Is everyone okay?” Coach Shellow asked from the back of the bus as he helped Paulie up.

“Yeah.” Kyle winced as he help Vicky Delaney up after Coach Shellow and Paulie got off of them.

“That depends.” Sean groaned under his breath, lying freely over Angus and Tommy as he pushed Billy off of him. “Call me in a week when I’m shitting out my heart.”

“You okay?” Max asked Liz who was safely in arms.

“Yeah.” Liz answered, slowly getting up, helping him off of Elaina and Vanessa in the process.

“I will be, once Maria gets her elbow off my nuts.” Michael coughed as Maria quickly removed her arm and tried to help him up off of Tess and Isabel.

“What the hell happened?” Mr. Rameriz asked as he rubbed the back of his head, hearing electronic sparks and a few coughs and groans in the background, while Eddie helped Alex and Brody to their feet.

“We crashed, if you didn’t notice.” Coach Clay answered as he and Miss Topolsky helped Courtney and Eileen up, coughing even harder once the dirt started entering the lowered windows of the bus and engulfing the interior.

“There was someone out there.” Larry winced as he appeared from the stairs of the bus that lead to the door.

“What?” Coach Shellow exclaimed, looking out from the window of the Emergency exit, trying to search for the mysterious person. “I don’t see anyone.” He announced and then turned back to Look at Larry, who was trying to get a signal on the CB radio, but only managed to get more sparks from it.

“I think we should get the kids out.” Eddie suggested, rubbing the back of his neck.

“He’s right. These kids are not safe in here.” Miss Topolsky added as she untied her rattled hair and looked from Coach Shellow to Coach Clay for their cooperation.

“Alright, everyone. Out the emergency exit.” Coach Clay ordered.

“This way guys.” Coach Shellow signaled, ramming his arm against the red bar of the door, causing the emergency buzzard to go off and then ducked out to help everyone one by one. “Stay to the side and off the road.” He ordered, until everyone was out.

“Jesus, Larry. What’d you see?” Coach Clay asked as he stretched the strain on his back.

“I saw…I saw a girl.” Larry announced frightened as he wiped the sweat and dust off his glasses with the end of his shirt.

“Where? I don’t see anything?” Mr. Rameriz questioned, standing on the middle of the road and looking in the direction they came in, not seeing a soul in sight.

“I’m telling you I saw someone!” Larry shouted, noticing the kids jump by his tone and then began pacing back and forth.

“Should we check it out?” Miss Topolsky whispered to Coach Clay.

“It couldn’t hurt.” Eddie commented with his hands on his side.

“If there was really someone out there, they’d be trying to see if we’re okay.” Coach Clay debated.

“Or maybe they’re too hurt to.” Coach Shellow suggested. “Like Eddie said, it can’t hurt to go check.” Coach Shellow concluded and then looked at Mr. Rameriz and Eddie for support. “We’ll go see. You two stay here and watch the kids.” Shellow ordered as he, Mr. Rameriz and Eddie started walking up the road.

“Coach?” Max called out, curious on what was happening.

“Just stay there, Max. We’ll be right back.” He assured him, holding out his hands to get Max to stay back and then continued up the road.


Side of the Road

“I don’t like this Maxwell.” Michael confessed in suspicion as he watched the three men get farther and farther up the road.

“Coach said we stay put.” Max ordered and then looked over to the left of him to see Isabel with her arms crossed. “I’ll be right back.” He informed them before making his way to her. “You okay?” He asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah.” Isabel answered blankly as she moved nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Do you want to stand over there with us?” Max asked, pointing back in the direction he came in with his thumb.

“It’s okay. I’m good.” Isabel answered shaking her head, watching Max stare at her for a moment before he headed back to his group.

“I take it, there wasn’t a family reunion?” Michael asked, when he saw Max return with a gloomy expression and into Liz’s arms.

“Hey. Hey. Check it out.” Sean whispered, pointing with his chin to Eddie, who was jogging back to Coach Clay and Miss Topolsky.


By the Bus

“What is it?” Miss Topolsky asked, seeing how jittery Eddie returned.

“He was right. There was a girl.” Eddie puffed out as he tried to catch his breath.

“Was?” Larry repeated as he stepped closer to them. “What do you mean, was?”

“I guess when you swerved…the back of the bus hit her.” Eddie replied, seeing the news take the color from Larry’s face. “She’s dead.”

“It-it was an accident.” Larry stuttered as he ran his fingers through his hair. “She-she jumped in front of the bus. She was asking for help.”

“Well, looks like she’s not gonna get it now.” Coach Clay mumbled under his breath.

“What did you say?” Larry asked in shock and then lunged to him. “She’s dead!” He shouted dropping down to the ground with him as he held on to his shirt. “She’s dead!” He repeated, this time finding himself being pulled off by Eddie, while Miss Topolsky helped Coach Clay up.

“Hey! The kids are watching.” Miss Topolsky warned extending her arms to stop both Larry and Coach Clay from charging at each other again. Coach Clay looked over her shoulder to see she was right, all eyes were on them, but that was the least of his worries once her saw a single raindrop land right on Miss Topolsky’s shoulder.

Wiping the raindrop away, Miss Topolsky felt a warm breeze brushed by her, sending her hair in all directions. Moving the hair out of her eyes, she looked over to the students to see that that they had snuggled closer to each other as they all looked up at the sky.

“This is not good.” Maria voiced in worry as she held tightly to Michael’s arm and looked around them to see the wind brushed against the blazes of grass, nearly breaking them from their stalks once the wind started to pick up.

Suddenly a bright flash was seen zagging down to the field a couple of miles away, where about a minute later the roaring thunder was heard, startling them all for the awkward delay.

“Uh, Coach?” Kyle called out as he scratched the back of his head, waiting for instructions.

“Great.” Coach Clay sneered and then looked to the rest of the teaching staff. “Anyone brought an umbrella?” He asked sarcastically.

“It wasn’t suppose to rain today.” Eddie informed them as he kept his eyes up at the dark sky.

“Yeah, tell it to the rain once it’s pouring down on us.” Coach Clay huffed and then spit on the ground. “Alright, lets get these kids back on the bus.”

“Are you brain dead?” Larry vented, stuttering in shock as he shook his head.

“I beg you pardon?” Coach Clay questioned as he wiggled his finger in his ear before leaning forward to hear Larry better.

“The CB is busted, there’s glass everywhere, who knows how many wires are in the dashboard, and not to mention the bus is knee deep dirt that’s about to get wet.” Larry explained. “We’ll either sink or get electricuted.” He pointed out as he took of his glasses and cleaned them off. “Stay off the juice, Rocky, and then you can see we’re more in danger of staying inside the bus than outside.”

“You got some balls on you, boy.” Coach Clay sneered sizing himself up to him.

“Knock it off.” Miss Topolsky shouted. “We sure as hell can’t stay out here either. These kids could get pneumonia, hypothermia, God knows what else being out in the rain.”

“Well, what about the girl?” Coach Clay suggested, seeing them look at him in confusion. “She just didn’t magically appear, like some God damn leprechaun now did she? She had to come from somewhere.”

“He has a point.” Eddie agreed, looking over to Miss Topolsky as she held her hand over her eyes to look around.

“I don’t see from where though.” Miss Topolsky announced.

“Hold on.” Eddie requested as he jogged over to where Alex and Brody were standing. “Mr. Whitman, can I borrow those for a moment?” Eddie asked, pointing to Alex’s binoculars.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.” Alex replied in a ramble, swooping his head out of the binoculars’ straps and handed them to him. “Um, one of the lens broke from the crash, but you can still see alright from one side.”

“Thanks.” He replied and then looked over to Max and Michael. “You two, come with me.” He ordered, turning his back before he could see the worried look Max and Michael exchanged.

Liz and Maria watched beside Sean and Billy, as Max and Michael boosted Eddie up to the top of the bus, and then return back to the side of the road.

Once Eddie got to his feet, he started looking through one side of the binocular in search for a safe haven. First, he spotted Mr. Rameriz and Coach Shellow talking while they stood by the mysterious girls’ lifeless body. Then he scanned around the field until he spotted what he could have sworn to be a person…a dark figure, crouched and hiding in the cover of the grass. Removing his eye away from the lens, startled, he shook his head, telling himself it was nothing and then looked down to the bottom of the bus to see Coach Clay at the bottom.

“What? You see somethin’?” Coach Clay asked, noticing Eddie’s face suddenly turn pale.

“I thought I…” Eddie trailed over, looking again in the area where he saw the dark figure to see that it was gone. Searching frantically in the patches of grass, he noticed a dark building in the far end of the field. Adjusting the focus to the lens, he noticed the building was an old manor type mansion that appeared to be rundown and abandoned.

“Well, do you see something or not?” Coach Clay asked impatiently as he rested his hand against the bus’s roof.

“I see something!” Eddie announced, squatting down before he jumped off and fell on the ground, just as another flash was seen. “Ugh.” Eddie puffed once he hit the ground and then looked up to see that no one had seen him or cared to see him fall, seeing as their attention was grabbed to the show in the sky.

“Ah, what in God’s name are you doing down there?” Coach Clay asked when he finally spotted Eddie on the ground, getting back up to his feet as he dusted himself off. “Never mind. Did you see anything?” Coach Clay asked, making it perfectly clear that he didn’t care.

“Yeah. There’s a house, back that way.” Eddie informed him as he pointed in the direction that he saw the building in.

“Well ain’t that somethin’? You’re little science club came through after all.” Coach Clay chuckled in sarcasm as he hawked and spit on the ground beside Eddie and then went to regroup with the Larry and Miss Topolsky.

“So?” Larry asked holding his hands out to display his desperation to hear the news.

“Pipe down, Esmerelda. Don’t get you panties in a bunch.” Coach Clay snickered as he flapped his hand to Larry to hold on. “Eddie here spotted a place not far from here.”

“That’s great, what are we waiting for?” Larry cheered in relief.

“Wait.” Coach Clay ordered and then placed his hands on the side of his mouth in “C” formation and began to shout. “Hey! Shellow!” He called out.


By Laurie’s Body (Away from the bus)

“Shellow!” Both Mr. Rameriz and Coach Shellow heard a faint call in the wind but ignored it, returning to what they were talking about.

“Are you sure?” Coach Shellow question skeptically as he and Mr. Rameriz crouched down to the body.

“Laurie.” Mr. Rameriz read the name that was on the gold nameplate he found beside her. “I’m not a doctor, but I can tell you she was definitely not hit by a bus. I’m mean if she were, we’d see blood, broken bones, something.” He speculated as he removed her wild hair from around her neck and face. “This girl’s neck was broken. Her chain was just ripped off in the process.” Mr. Rameriz concluded, pointing out the purple bruise forming around her neck and the scratch the appeared to go from the front of her neck to the back.

“You sure you’re not a doctor?” Coach Shellow asked impressed.

“Nah, it’s those CSI shows. Can’t get enough of them.” Mr. Rameriz replied and then looked again to the wounds.

“What do you think? Maybe an animal did this?” Coach Shellow questioned noticing the marks on her neck.

“Could be.” Mr. Rameriz shrugged, not excluding the possibility.

“Shellow!” They hear again this time, Coach Shellow rolled his eyes and let out a breath of annoyance.

“I’ll be right back.” Coach Shellow informed him before he went jogging off, unknowingly leaving Mr. Rameriz under the watchful eye of someone he was soon to meet.


‘Well aren’t you the clever one. Mr. Investigator to the rescue. Pity. Pity. Pity.’

“Hello?” Mr Rameriz called out, trying to look passed the moving grass when he could have sworn he heard someone chuckle. Standing up, he looked in the direction Coach Shellow ran, to see that he had just made it. Suddenly another bright flash of lightning sparked across the sky grabbing his attention.

‘Yes. Look at the pretty light.’ The voice thought to himself as he slowly made his way through the grass. Following the direction the wind was blowing, in order for his movements to be undetected. Slowly and carefully a snaked and crawled his way through the grass to the point where he was right beside Laurie’s body. ‘Hello Poppet.’ He thought to himself in amusement, when Laurie’s face was facing him with her eyes wide open. Wide enough for him to see his reflection in her pupils. Fixing his feathered mohawk from the reflection in her eyes, he turned his attention back to Mr. Rameriz, who was trying to see what was going on by the bus. ‘Pity. Pity. Pity.’ The voice taunted mental as he slowly made his way to him, to the point where he was staring at the word “Nike” on the back of Mr. Rameriz’s shoes and slowly straighten himself up to his feet, standing about a few centimeters taller than Mr. Rameriz himself.

Watching the teachers exchanging words, Mr. Rameriz’s arms dropped to his side when he no longer was feeling the warm moist air against his skin. Instead, he felt a heated bull-raging huff of breath hitting against the back of his neck and making all the tiny hairs stand up. Trying to look behind him from the corner of his eye, all he could hear was a dark chuckle. Taking a breath, his impulse was to shout for help, but the second he was about to release his plea, he saw the longest fingers cover his face and mouth before he was pulled into the field of grass.

"Mmm!!!"


By the bus

“Did you hear something?” Coach Shellow asked, looking behind him suspiciously.

“In case you haven’t noticed, a storms coming.” Coach Clay reminded, ignoring his question. “So I suggest we haul ass to the shelter that’s that a-way, until the storm dies down. Maybe even find a phone.”

“This isn’t the 5th century, Grandpa.” Larry retorted as he stepped up and faced the students. “Anybody gotta cell phone?” He shouted and then watched smugly as 6 cell phones were volunteered.


By the side of the road

“Don’t you got a cell, man?” Billy asked Sean.

“Are you kidding? Out here, I’m roaming. No dice.” Sean replied, cutting the air with his hand and then eyed Billy quizzically. “What about you?”

“Prepaid. Out of minutes.” Billy confessed as Sean shook his head in amused disappointment. “What about your sis? Hey, Maria, you got your cell right?” He asked as he, Sean, Max, and Michael turned to look at her.

“Sorry guys. Club rules.” Maria sadly announced.

“We weren’t allowed to bring them, something about it messing up the frequency of this new equipment we’re using to map out coordinates.” Liz explained, seeing they were more lost than what they started with and then looked to Maria to translate.

“Hey, I’m here for the extra credit I so desperately need, now more than ever.” Maria shrugged off getting them to laugh and then return their attentions to the teachers who were desperately trying to get a signal.


By the Bus

“Damn Sprint phones. Cheap bastards. Can’t even get Verizon Wireless.” Larry cursed under his breath as he pounded the numbers and “Send” key, to get the same “No Signal” message as before.

“It’s probably the storm.” Miss Topolsky suggested as she hung up the phone assigned to her, just as another loud thunder echoed through the sky after a series of flashes.

“Alright, let’s move it to the shelter.” Coach Clay, signaling Eddie and Miss Topolsky to lead the students to their destination.

“I’ll go get Jesse.” Coach Shellow volunteered.

“The hell you are?” Coach Clay debated, stopping Shellow from moving. “Are boys well kill each other before we even step foot in that house, so you watch your players and I’ll watch mine.” He ordered, seeing Coach Shellow eye him up and down before following after the group. “And you?” Coach Clay called out, pulling Larry by the collar of his vest to keep him from running. “You got an emergency kit right?”

“Yeah?” Larry replied suspiciously as he held his arms close to his chest defensively.

“Great. Be a doll and grab it…after…you get Mr. Rameriz.” Coach Clay smirked, emphasizing his point on the word “after” before letting go of Larry’s collar. “Thanks Sugar.” He teased, smacking Larry on the left butt cheek, startling him and leaving him alone to watch him leave.


Inside the grass field

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had visitors. Laurie was the last of the visitors from the last time. But please, by all means, allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Investigator. My name is Trickster.” The voice introduced himself as he dragged Mr. Rameriz through the field by his arm. “Okay. Okay. Okay. So my name is Thomas. But "Trickster" adds a little something to my persona, don’t you think?” The Trickster asked, stopping his rambling when he turned to see that he was no longer dragging Mr. Rameriz through the grass, but instead, pulling on his torn arm that appeared to be pulled out of the socket. “Damn.” The Trickster pouted, snapping his long fingers in sarcastic disappointment. “I guess this mean the Tae Bo is working.” He shrugged with a chuckle, dropping the arm on the ground and placed a fist at his side while he stroked his chin pensively. “Now what do I do?” He asked himself dramatically until he heard laughing echoing through the field.

“This way.” The Trickster heard to the left of him, moving his head side to side until he spotted a line of people heading towards his house.

“Jackpot.” He hissed in satisfaction watching them all regroup. “Hmm.” He murmured as twiddled his long fingers in excitement once they reached the front door. “There are so many, I don’t know who to choose first.” He pouted, placing his hand on his cheek as he tried to come up with a resolution. “I guess I have to do it the old fashion way.” He shrugged and then placed his left hand, palm down, under his right elbow as his right hand bent to appear as a hand puppet swan, and began pointing to each person one by one. “Ennie meanie minnie mo,” He commenced mumbling the rest of the phrase, slowing down once he was getting to the end. “…let ‘em go. Ennie…meanie…minnie……MO.” He stopped, keeping his finger pointing straight at his selection. “Fe fi…” He paused as he took a step forward and split some of the grass apart to get a better view. “Fo fum…” he smirked with a grin that happened to reach ear to ear. “…I spot me a Blondie that’s-about-to-have-some-fun.”

lizard_queen wrote:Now, with this Isabel/Max thing. I'm sensing some tension. Maybe the family love just aint running that smoothly these days. Whats happening there?

No dice. Wait for it.

mmcherron wrote:1. Was the Trickster crawling in the grass? Like a snake?
2. Was Jesse still alive or did he kill him fast?
3. What does he want to do to the bodies after?

1. Yeps.
2. No, he killed him. I'm trying to write it as I see it, you know with the killer like pulling someone from somewhere and you can automatically assume they're dead, LOL.
3. Sorry kiddo, that's a bean. Can't spill it yet.

mmcherron wrote:I hope that everyone will be ok...Hummm so his next person is a blonde...we have Pam, Courtney, Maria, Sean, Isabel and Mrs Toypolsky and maybe a few others....

I hope everyone is ready to fight if you have too. Tell me this is this killer can he bleed too.

There isn't a Pam in my fic, but for some odd reason the name Pam Dawson comes to mind. Where? I don't know. LOL. Oh! Wait, it's from Mr. Deeds. As for the bleeding part....no dice.

janesdilemma ~ Man I was laughing my ass off, um...LMAO, LOL, the entire time I was reading your feedback.

Devilishly Charming wrote:When will they ever learn? Have they not seen any scary movies? They have broken nearly every rule in the book.

Yeps, and they'll break many more.


Author's Note: Aren't they pissing you off??? Isn't there enough horror flick cliches going around that you just want to choke 'em for doing them...or me for writing them. :twisted:Now I'm glad to see you guys have a list of the possible Blonde victim, so here's all the blondes:

Courtney, Sean, Topolsky, Vicky, Eileen, Tess, Isabel, and Maria...is Michael a blonde <stroking chin> LOL.

Thanks for reading everyone and thank you so much for the awesome awesome awesome feedback!!!!

Jason's Lover, LovinGuerin2much, icequeen, Sternbetrachter, Lizza, urpersonaloddball

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<center>Chapter 3</center>


Trickster’s Mansion

Front Door

“Don’t touch shit!” Coach Clay warned, pronouncing his threat with a passion as he held the door open, watching them walk in one by one as they looked around nervously. “Break something and I swear to Christ I will be having a Vietnam flashback on your juvenile asses.” He threatened, shouting louder when he saw Sean and Billy entering next. “And the last thing we need is a ‘possession of stolen property’ charge so DeLuca, Darden, try to keep habit on check.”

“Asshole.” Billy mumbled under his breath as he moved to where Max, Liz, Michael, and Maria were standing and laughing, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sent a glare to Coach Clay, who was rushing everyone to get in.

The first thing noticeable once inside the mansion, was the long staircase that led up to the second floor. To the right of them, the sliding doors had been closed, and to the left of them, a back of a covered sofa could be seen through the half-opened sliding doors, from where they stood. Further down the side of stairs, the hallway had become darker and darker, but still allowing visibility on one door that was directly beneath the stair.

“Man, this place is a rat whole.” Maria retorted in disgust as she cuddled closer to Michael.

“Well, then, this should feel just like home, huh, Guerin?” Kyle asked with a smug smile. “Throw a few empty beer cans around and a few roaches and you’d be practically be kicking off your shoes.”

“Yeah, I’ll remind your mom to bring them the next time she swings by.” Michael retorted seeing Kyle’s smirk drop and then walk straight to him to confront him.

“Knock it off!” Miss Topolsky ordered as she split the two up.

“Hey. He started it.” Michael informed her as he pointed to Kyle, who smacked Michael’s finger away from pointing to him. “Touch me again.” Michael vented, about to charge at Kyle if it wasn’t for Sean and Billy that were holding him back.

“Knock it off!” Topolsky shouted louder, getting the coaches attention this time, who walked over and took their assigned players by their jackets. “Maybe you should keep the guys apart, okay?” Topolsky advised in irritation as she scratched her forehead. “That way we can continue trying the phones and maybe find out what’s taking Jesse and Larry so long?”

“Relax.” Coach Clay brushed off. “That retard bus driver probably got distracted by a bug or whatever retards like him do.” He stated with annoyance and then looked to Kyle, remembering why he was there in the first place. “And as for my guys, well, hell, if it’ll keep Shellow’s boys from crying…” He paused with a chuckle as he scanned Michael up and down. “Guys.” Coach Clay called, seeing Paulie, Tommy and Angus rush to his side while he released his hold on Kyle. “We’ll just go to the “big kids” area, the rest of you can stay in there.” Coach Clay huffed, pointing them in the direction of the right room and then turned on his heel to lead the football boys into the left room, closing the sliding doors behind them.

“Everyone. Into the room.” Coach Shellow ordered as he opened the sliding doors to the room on the right and pushed Michael inside while Max, Sean and Billy followed behind.


‘Tricky. Tricky. Tricky.’ The Trickster thought to himself as he pressed up against the wall and watched them from the shadows of the hallway. ‘How to get to you?’ He asked himself as he took in an erotic breath of air that made his eyelids flutter and his lip arch in thrill.

“Don’t push.” The Trickster heard Eddie instruct as the kids as he was taking head count while they enter the room on the right one by one.

‘That’s my cue.’ The Trickster growled subconsciously as he tipped toed over to the door under the stairs and slipped in, leaving it open just a crack to continue watching his selection.


“God, I hate him.” Maria huffed to Liz, rolling her eyes as they waited for everyone to go in the room.

“Why is he always so hard on them?” Liz asked Maria, moving her focus from the direction Coach Clay left in to Isabel, who spun around in front of them, nearly whacking them with her long blonde hair.

“Maybe they shouldn’t have quit the team then.” Isabel commented with an indifferent shrug.

“Max hated football.” Liz reminded, giving Isabel a look to imply that she should’ve known that tidbit. “Your father was the one that forced him to join the team.”

“It was for his own good, but Max had to be an idiot and quit, loosing all opportunities…”

“What are you talking about?” Liz cut her off, aggravated by Isabel’s factless debate. “Max met with scouts today. Maybe you would know that if you’d stop bashing on your brother once and a while.” Liz shouted, feeling her blood boil and the urge to smack Isabel for her stubbornness.

“He’s not my brother.” Isabel proclaimed bluntly, pronouncing each word with hatred as she stepped closer to Liz. “Max is what I call, my mother’s side project…ugh!” Isabel gasped before finishing her statement when Liz’s hand smacked her across the face.

“Hey!” Miss Topolsky warned as she approached them. “You just got yourself a week in detention Miss Parker.”

“A week?” Liz repeated smugly as she looked to Isabel who was rubbing her cheek. “It was worth it.” Liz huffed moving around Topolsky with Maria and entered into the room on the right while Topolsky and Isabel watched the entire trip.

“Isabel. I expected better from you.” Topolsky declared in disappointment with her hands at her side. Isabel just lowered her head and walked into the room embarrassed to where the other cheerleaders were waiting to comfort her.

“Eddie you got that cell phone.” Miss Toplosky questioned by the doorway.

“Yeah.” Eddie replied pulling the cell phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Great. I’m gonna give this thing another try and then maybe see what’s taking Jesse and Larry so long. Do you mind watching my girls for me?” Miss Topolsky questioned as rubbed the screen of the cell phone.

“Sure thing Miss Topolsky.” Eddie answered with a nod.

“Please, Kathleen.” She suggested, flashing him a smile as he nodded in compliance and stepped back into the room. “Keep it down.” She ordered as she shut the sliding doors and then turned around, pressing her back against the doors and let out a sigh of relief.

Tapping on her lip with the cell, she arched her eyebrow in realization and then bent down to her right boot and pull out a wrinkly packet of Marbol Reds with a matchbook tucked on the wrapper.

‘Hello Poppet.’ The Trickster hummed as he watched Topolsky looking down at the screen of the cell that was in her left hand, she took a long drag from her cigarette by the post of the stairs and then moved slowly towards the left room. Tapping on her chin pensively with her ring finger and thumb, while her index and middle fingers pinched the cigarette securely, she twisted her lips to the side to release the smoke from her lungs just as he had slipped out of his hiding spot and crept behind her.

Before she attempted to get another drag from her cigarette, the Trickster covered her mouth with his long fingers, causing her to drop the cigarette and cell on the floor as she instinctively covered his hand with hers, to try and pull it off.

“A fighter.” He growled in her ear.

“Mmm hmm.” Topolsky cried when she turned slightly, catching a glimpse of him, this time crying in fear.

“I just love it when they fight back.” He exhaled in her ear. “That just makes me want you even more.” He adds thrillingly as Topolsky started to cry even more. “Uh, you’re a crier too.” He whispers in excitement. “Oh happy day.” He chuckled devilishly as he tighten his grip on her neck, crushing her larynx to prevent her from screaming, and then quickly dragged her back into the room under the stairs.


Outside

“Mr. Rameriz!” Larry called out after the tremble of another thunder. “Mr. Rameriz!” He called out again as he walked towards the area he last saw Jesse in, holding on to the first aid tin box under his arm. “Mr. Ra…” He trailed off when he noticed Laurie’s bent thin ankle over the ground line of field and road.

Walking closer to her, he soon started to see her legs and then her body and then her face, and then without warning he fell over to the side and began throwing up.

“Ugh.” Larry coughed out as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then slowly got back up, just as it started to pour. “Screw this.” Larry cursed with shrugged shoulders as he started parting the long blazes of grass to make his way through. At first the rain started slowly, but by the time he made it to the center of the field, the wind was making the raindrops beat down on him unto the point where visibility through his glasses was obsolete.

Picking up the pace, he stumbled forward on his stomach and nearly came in inches of smashed his head on a football-sized rock in front of him. “Whoa.” He gasped at the nearness and then turned on his back, propped up on his elbow, to see what he had tripped over while using his finger to smudge off the water collecting in his glasses.

“Ah! Fuck!” He screamed, as he scrambled away when he realized he had tripped over Jesse’s mangled body that was missing a limb and was buried in the stalks of grass with deep lacerations across his face. “Ah!” Larry shouted, throwing up all over himself as he frantically ran through the field.


Old Mansion

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” The Trickster asked Topolsky’s lifeless body with a deep humoring tone, closing the door as his long fingers flapped up and down to wave good-bye to her. Strutting his way to the fallen items on the floor, he picked up the cigarette, inhaled some smoke, and puffed little “O” out before reaching down and picking up the cell.

Once he stood up, he heard a creek on the wood from behind the front door. Quickly extinguishing the cigarette on his tongue and then eating it, he tipped toed his way to the door and waited for the visitor to open it.


Front Door

Larry quickly climbed up the rotting steps of the old mansion and looked around him suspiciously as he opened the door.

“Tricky. Tricky. Tricky.” Larry heard a growling voice warn in front of him.

The second Larry turned to look to the source of the voice, two long hands met up with him, one palm under his chin and the other holding the back of his head. “Mr. Muyagi.” He declared in a low sensei tone as he quickly jerked his hands, both towards and away from him, causing Larry’s neck to break and his body collapse to the floor. “Hummm.” The Trickster snarled as he bowed to Larry’s body, before he grabbed his arms and dragged him to the little closet where Topolsky was.

After tossing his body inside, the Trickster glided to the door and looked around the fielded area with playful suspicion, arching his eyebrow one by one repeatedly. Just as he took a step back inside, about to close the door, he quickly popped back outside and peeked in his mailbox. Seeing it was empty, he arched his eyebrows one by one again before finally slipping back in and closing the door behind him.


Right Room

“A week, huh?” Max asked Liz with a sympathetic smile as he watched her pout in his arms and then planted a kiss in her hair.

Aligned on the wall, Liz sat between Max’s legs, while Billy sat to the right of them, the closest to the door in the corner of the room, Michael and Maria sat in the middle with Maria sat on his lap, and Sean to the left of them.

“Man, that sucks.” Sean commented to no one in particular as he scratched the back of his head and then turned to see Michael and Maria looking at him in puzzlement. “I mean, to me, it’s like a fucking slap on the wrist, but her?” He paused, pointing towards Liz with his chin and then scooted up to see her while his hand that was pressed up against the wall kept him balanced. “You’re like the perfect student…”

“Sean.” Maria called out.

“What?”

“Shut up.” Maria ordered with an annoyed huff.

“All I’m saying is that in a nerdy romantic way, Liz like took a bullet for Evans in a matter of speaking.” Sean continued to explain, seeing Max and Liz exchange amused looks before they looked back at him.

“Sean, seriously. Shut up or I’m gonna hurt you.” Maria threatened as Michael wrapped his arms around her waist, laughing.

“Heads up.” Billy coughed by Max, signaling them to look in front of them, where they spot Isabel walking to them. Max instinctively holds Liz tighter to him in protection and waits till Isabel stops right in front of him.

“What?” Max asked in an indifferent tone, looking up to Isabel who had her hands on her side.

“You’re not my brother.” Isabel answered coldly as she crossed her arms.

“Yeah, I know.” Max replied bitterly, feeling Liz’s hand give his calf a light squeeze for support.

“You came all the way over her to say that?” Michael asked in annoyance.

“No. I came to tell Max that the rest of his things are packed in the garage…”

“I know where my stuff are Isabel.” Max cut her off as he bit his rage down.

“Good. So, Dad wants to know if he should drop them off at Liz’s or…”

“No, we’ll get his stuff later.” Liz answered before him and then turned to see Max nod in approval and then looked forward to see that all eyes were on them.

“Whatever.” Isabel shrugged as she walked backwards towards the sliding doors. “Just so you now Max…”

“Leave her.” Coach Shellow ordered to the rest of the cheerleaders that were about to get up to follow her when the saw her opening the sliding door a little, still facing Max.

“I really, really hate yoooooooouuuu!!!!!!!” Isabel gasped with a scream on the word “you” as two long hands pulled her out from the room in one jerk, by her waist, leaving everyone stunned and shock to register what they had just witnessed while they stared at the empty doorway.

That was really good ecspecailly the part with Jeeses body

The ending really freaked me out though

dumb joke or the trickister dude, thing

Sternbetrachter wrote:how high are the chances that some jock scared Isabel?

Um, not that high, lol.

icequeen wrote:what is Isabels problem? Did her mother have an affari ro something? Or does she want to be the onlu chicld THAT bad? Why are his parents kicking him oout of the house? He's still in High school?

So many questions, one simple answer.....NO DICE.

Icequeen wrote:Who is next?

Good question. <stroking chin>

lizard_queen wrote:1. Okay, finished reading. Now, which was the blonde he wanted to kill? Topolsky or Isabel?
2. And did he seriously *gulp* have his way with her *gulp* or did i just interpret that part funny? I mean, i got that he killed Topolsky but there was something else there, was there not?

1. He wanted to kill Topolsky. That's who he picked in the Eenie Meanie Minnie Mo thingy.

2. No rape, he referring to the killing. If the killing was as good for her as it was for him.

janesdilemma ~ Too funny man. LMAO.

Smac ~ Whoa! So angry. Damn that rap music, lol.


Author's Note: Nope. It wasn't a joke folks, the Trickster has Isabel.

Now, I'm following the killings in the order that was randomly selected, so whoever's next....it's out of my hands.

But think, if a major character like Isabel goes bye-bye, that means that any of the other major characters can go bye-bye in any minute.

Thanks for reading and thanks for the amazing feedback.

Sternbetrachter, urpersonaloddball, icequeen, janesdilemma, mmcherron, RoswellLuver*16, Jason's Lover, Devilishly Charming, FamersAmers, lizard_queen, Smac, LovinGuerin2much, Lizza, and Natz.


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<center>Chapter 4</center>


Old Mansion - Right Room

“Isabel?” Max choked out, holding Liz’s waist as he slid up the wall with her, causing everyone to slide up to their feet as well. “Iz?” He called out again taking a step forward in front of Liz, still not hearing a reply. He was too busy ignoring her declaration for her hatred towards him that he only caught a glimpse of her hands and feet wiggling in the small access to the sliding doors.

“Did you see…” Michael trailed off as he pointed to the door.

“Big mother fucking fingers?” Sean answered with his eyes opened wide in shock as he continued to stare at the open space.

“Settle down.” Coach Shellow ordered as he stood beside Max. “It was probably one of Clay’s boys messing around.”

“Coach, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone with long fucking fingers on the football team.” Sean commented, looking to Shellow with an unsure expression.

“Watch your mouth DeLuca.” Shellow warned pointing to him in warning while Sean replied by holding his hands up in defeat. “You guys stay here. I’m gonna go have a word with Coach Clay.” He informed them as he moved to the door, turning back to spot Eddie behind Tess, Vanessa, Elaina, and Vicky. “Eddie.”

“I got ‘em.” Eddie answered, coming out from behind the frightened cheerleaders and moving to where Coach Shellow once stood.


Somewhere Upstairs

“Well don’t you look like prom queen material.” The Trickster rhetorically asked Isabel as he eyed her cheerleading uniform.

“Please. Please. Let me go.” Isabel cried as the Trickster took her hands and pulled them behind her, cuffing them together with black tie straps.

The Trickster’s head popped up from behind her when he heard her begging him to let her go with promises of not telling anyone and rolled his eyes in disbelief. “Sure. Fine. No problemo.” He replied cheerfully as he walked over her and then turned to pick her up from the floor and sit her down against the wall, seeing her lean away in suspicion. “I swear. Cross my heart and hope you die. Stick many needles in you eyes.” He swore, batting his eyelashes as he crossed an “X” over his heart and then pouted innocently as he held up two fingers, imitating a Boy Scout vow.

Isabel began sniffling with a hyperventilating breathing pattern as she continued looking at him suspiciously. His face was bumpy and long, his nose was pierced with a tiny hoop earring on his left nostril and his eyes traced with deep dark black eyeliner that highlighted his blue icy eyes and red Mohawk.

“I promise I’ll let you go, but in return I want a kiss.” He requested wiggling his tongue to her as she turned away in disgust, closing her eyes tight and pressing her cheek on her shoulder to prevent his tongue from touching her. “No kissy-wissy. No letting go.” He threatened in a light tone, moving his finger side-to-side like a windshield wiper as Isabel opened her eyes and look down to his lips in nausea. “That-a Poppet.” He smirked as he watched Isabel slowly moving to him in distaste. “Oh, now you’re just killing the mood.” He exhaled as he rolled his eyes, stomping off and throwing his hands as he moved to the single wooden chair that was in the center of the room and then sat on it, crossing his long legs and his arms.

“Ok.” Isabel cried with her eyes closed.

“Now I want tongue.” He added with his nose in the air making Isabel cry even harder.

“Ok.” She replied.

And before she knew it, the Trickster had slid to her, causing her to jump back startled, and then coughed out a cry when he held her head in place.

“Open wide.” He ordered, seeing tears streaming down Isabel’s face as she opened her mouth, like she was mouthing the word “aw”. “Wider. Wi-der. If I don’t see tonsils, you don’t see freedom.” He threatened and then watched as Isabel opened her mouth even wider. “Perfecto.” He smirked before opening his mouth as well and lower it to hers, wiggling his tongue with hers as he heard her crying in sickness.

“Mmm.” Isabel sobbed with her eyes closed tight as she felt his tongue wiggling around in her mouth. But then she suddenly felt a sharp pain on the inside of her mouth and opened her eyes wide as she tried to pull away from the kiss. “Mmmmm!!!!”


Left Room

“Well, well, well, look who figure skated their way over to the men’s section.” Coach Clay commented sarcastically, leaning back on his seat with his hands behind his head, when he saw Coach Clay enter the room.

“Where is she?” Coach Shellow questioned as he looked around seeing Paulie, Angus, Tommy and Kyle scrimmaging with an imaginary football.

“Where’s who?” Coach Clay questioned in aggravation as he sat up and rested his forearm on his knee.

“Isabel Evans.” Coach Shellow answered in an angry tone and then looked back to the four guys. “One of your boys went over and grabbed her…”

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” Coach Clay interrupted as he waved his hands back and forth and stood up from the couch, grabbing the boys’ attentions. “What are you babbling about? My guys haven’t stepped foot out of this room.” He enlightened him as he placed his knuckles on his side in confusion.

“You sure?”

“Am I sure? Boy, you are the God-damn-Devil. Tempting me to shove my foot up your figure skating ass with all your nonsense and risk me losing my job.”

“Look, can you stop being such a fucking prick for like two seconds. Right now a student is missing.” Shellow stressed, attempting to hold his hate for Coach Clay until the Isabel issue was resolved.

“Where’s Miss Toplosky?” Coach Clay asked looking to a clueless Shellow.


Somewhere Upstairs

“You know.” The Trickster paused in annoyance as he began tying Isabel’s feet to a pulley, while she whimpered on the floor, attempting to take off the tight wire tags that bound her hands behind her. “I’m a reasonable guy. I was gonna play all nice and kill you guys one by one, let you guys kick and scream, but this…” He exclaimed pointing down to his shirt that was stained with Larry’s vomit and Isabel’s blood, and just shivered in disgust. “This just pisses me off.” He vented tossing Isabel’s legs down in rage and then moved to the chain of the pulley. “Ugh, even if I pre-soak, this is never coming out.” He whined as he held his shirt to look at the stain. “Ruined.” He huffed one last time before he looked to Isabel who was mumbling and bent down two her, mimicking her cry. “Boo hoo hoo.” He sarcastically whimpered as he twisted his fist by his eyes, pretending to be crying.

“Muax!” Isabel choked out. “Muax!”

“What’s that Poppet?” He asked cupping his ear to her as he wiggled her tongue in front of her face.

“Muax!” She cried out again at the sight.

“Mu-Mu-Max!” He imitated with a cry and then chuckled in amusement as he tucked her tongue in his pocket, watching Isabel struggling to get out of her binds. “Tricky. Tricky. Tricky, my little Poppet. But I doubt your dear old Max can come between me and my precious Barbie collection, I mean honestly, how could anyone pass on the collectible Tongue-less Malibu Barbie?” The Trickster shrugged and then spit on his palms before he rubbed them together and then grabbed on one side of the chain and yanked it down with all his might, seeing Isabel's body being lifted from the ground by her feet.

“And now for the other chickadees.” He whispered in mischief before pulling on the opposite chain and walked away without watching Isabel drop down, but stopped dead on his tracks when he heard a snap. “Ooo Hoo hoo.” He shivered in enjoyment as his upper lip twitched and his eyes flickered before he exited out of the room, closing the door behind him.


Right Room

“What do you think Maxwell?” Michael questioned as they stood by the sliding doors waiting for Coach Shellow to come back.

“I think that if Kyle or anyone did this, Coach Shellow would’ve been back with her already.” Max answered, looking over to the group of cheerleaders who were hand in hand as they waited too for Coach Shellow.

“All this for a pop princess.” Eileen cursed in irritation as she looked over to her right to see the hockey players whispering amongst each other.

“Jeezus, why don’t you go over there and jump his bones already.” Courtney huffed in annoyance when she noticed Eileen looking at Sean.

“Bite me.” Eileen retorted, pushing Courtney back a little and then continue to eye Sean. “Besides, it should be you that should be going over there.”

“Nah, Michael’s taken but Billy is looking mighty fine today.” Courtney growled as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“What is it with you and musicians?” Eileen questioned in confused amazement as she shook her head.

“Well, I’m a musician.” Alex interrupted poking his head in as he waved to them for recognition as Brody watched Alex smoothly introduce himself.

“Noted.” Courtney replied, winking to Alex before her and everyone else heads snapped to the door in the corner of the room, where Max and his friend were once sitting by, when it flung open and in walked a tall man in a form fitting suit and big red feathered Mohawk.

Courtney, Eileen, Alex and Brody all walked backwards, close together, to the point where they bumped into Max, Liz, and Michael, who were standing in front of Sean, Billy and Maria, as the mysterious man walked further into the room.

“I am the Trickster.” He introduced himself, rolling his hand as he bowed properly before them and then lifted his head looking dead lock in Max’s eyes. “And this is the part where you run.” He advised as he looked like he was about to pounce on them. But despite his warning, they all stood stunned as they watched him straighten back up and then move to Eddie and the cheerleaders, leaning his head down in order to be face to face with Vanessa. Then, in a blink of an eye, the Trickster took the sides of Vanessa’s face, like he did Larry’s, and snapped it to the side, hearing her neck break and watching her thin frame fall to floor.

“Ahhh!!! … Holy shit! … Move! … Run!”

Everyone yelled simultaneously as they all scrambled to get out of the door at once.

“And now you run.” He repeated, annoyed as he shook his head in disbelief.


Left Room

“Ah!!!”

Both Coaches and the four football players rushed to the sliding door when they heard screaming from the next room.

Once they opened the doors, they saw everyone piled up at the door while Brody struggled to open the front door.

“What’s going on?” Coach Clay questioned, but watched as they all ignored him as they tried to get out.

“Open it! Open it!” Sean shouted impatiently as he looked back to the doorway to the room on the right to see if the Trickster was coming.

“I can’t.” Brody shouted back.

“Move!” Sean ordered as he pushed Brody away and then stared at the door as his eyes widened.

“Open it Sean!” Maria stressed as she looked to the room on the right as well in fear.

“There’s no doorknob.” Sean yelled to her.

“What?!” Michael shouted as he pulled Sean back by his shoulder and saw that he was right.

“There’s no fucking doorknob man!” Sean panicked.

“It opens from the outside only!” Brody added as he ran his fingers roughly through his spiky hair.

“He just killed her. Like nothing. We were standing there and he went up to Vanessa, oh God Vanessa.” Tess rambled in shock as a tear escaped her before Maria walked over to her and slapped her.

“Snap out of it.” Maria shouted and then returned to Michael. “What do we do?”

“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Coach Clay questioned vexed that they weren’t paying attention to him.

“He’s after us!” Vicky shouted in tears as she pointed to the room on the right.

“Who is?” Coach Shellow asked as he and Coach Clay moved to the room to go check it out, then turned to look at them confused.

“No one’s here.” Coach Clay shrugged, losing what little patience he had.

“What?” Eddie came out from the group of kids and moved to check the room out as everyone moved together to check it out themselves. “She was there. She was right there.” Eddie coughed out in shock when Vanessa’s body was no where to be found.

“Just what in the hell is going on?” Coach Clay asked, seeing everyone eyes opened wide in shock.

“There’s some psycho killer in the house and we’re trapped inside, that’s what the fuck is going on.” Sean hyperventilated.

“Where is he?” Elaina asked in a low tone.

“What?” Sean asked frustrated turning to look at her.

“Where’d he go? If he’s not here, where’d he go?” She repeated, pale as snow, seeing everyone exchange looks.

‘Yes. Yes. Yes. Where am I Poppet?’ The Trickster thought to himself as he watched them carefully from the balcony of the stairs. ‘But I have a better question. Who’s next my pet? Let me see. Ooo, nice. I’ve always wanted a school jacket. I wonder who’s wearing my size.’

Believer2 wrote:Crashdown_51 - where are you?!?!?!?!?

According to my location:

<------ it says "The monkey's his uncle???" LOL. Don't ask, Lizard_Queen already did.

FamersAmers wrote:as for the killing of Isabel...I wanted to know about the whole brother sister thing...Oh well Max is still alive!

But for how long???

janesdilemma wrote:Great update, but you really had me fooled with the isabel thing!

Thanks. I try.

alana wrote:So, who is going next?

The million dollar question.

icequeen wrote:Why is it that they can't get out of the house? The door's won't open?

Yeps, and you'll find out why else too in the beginning of this chapter.

Smac wrote:I guess french kissing wasn't the Trickster's forte, huh?

Too funny.

Smac wrote:I was shocked you killed Isabel so quickly but oh well. I won't try to second guess anything else you are going to do here.

Good.

Jason's Lover wrote:Whoa, Isabel's dead?

Yep. Isabel is bye-bye.

TVQueen wrote:I just found this fic and I'm loving it! I haven't read a horror fic with this much attention to detail. I can make out each scene perfectly. These types of fics can be so cliche and fake if written the wrong way, but you're doing an excellent job with this fic and it's so incredibly real that it's almost...scary. lol. Please update again really really soon!

Thanks. I try.

LilMsPredictable wrote:*shudders* ugh, everytime I'm standing outside in the dark I think about that ...thing and I notice my breathing increase slightly. I great story, I assure you. I grew up on scary movies and this is definitely in that quality category! I try and try not to read this 'cause I know I'll freak but I just can't stay away!

Good to know. Let's me know I'm doing this writing thing right.


Author's Notes: Thanks everyone for your amazing feedbacks and patience, and welcome to the new readers.

FamersAmers, janesdilemma, alana, icequeen, LovinGuerin2much, Devilishly Charming, Baby_Bre, Lizza, Smac, Jason's Lover, TVQueen, Believer2, LilMsPredictable


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<center>Chapter 5</center>

<center>Room on the Left</center>


“Where is he?” Elaina asked in a low tone.

“What?” Sean asked frustrated turning to look at her.

“Where’d he go? If he’s not here, where’d he go?” She repeated, pale as snow, seeing everyone exchange looks.

“Who gives a fuck where he is?” Sean declared as he moved into the left room and picked up one of the wooden chairs that were in the far end of the room, near another door, and then returned back to the window as everyone gathered by the sliding doors.

“What are you doing?” Paulie questioned when he saw Sean gripping tightly on the sides of the seats’ backrest.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m getting the fuck out’ve here!” Sean shouted for adrenaline as he lifted the chair over his shoulder and slammed it against the window.

“Ho-ly shit.” Billy gasped in shock when he witnessed the chair breaking into pieces instead of the glass.

“Watch out.” Michael proclaimed as he lightly pushed Sean back with his forearm for space and then took a few steps back before he charged at the window and kicked it as hard as he could.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Sean exhaled in defeat when he saw the kick had no effect on the window.

“Again.” Michael ordered this time signaling Max, Billy, and Sean to join him. “On three. Ready? One, two, three!”

“Fuck!” Sean shouted holding the back of his head as he looked at the window after they kicked it.

“Unreal.” Billy huffed as he kicked the window again, causing it to crack but not break. “Who the fuck is this freak?” He yelled rhetorically as he paced in the room grabbing his hair.

“We’re trapped.” Michael announced in defeat as he looked at the cracked glass of the window still up.

“Calm down, Guerin. There are plenty of windows in the house, I doubt they’re all like this.” Coach Shellow speculated as he examined the glass.

“Wait.” Maria declared as she stepped out of the group. “I know you don’t want us to go deeper into this house right?”

“Why not?” Shellow questioned as he moved to the door inside the left room and placed his hand over the doorknob.

“Why not?” Maria repeated in shock as she took another step forward. “Because this is a house of death, that’s why.”

“Look, it’s obvious we can’t get out through here, so if we separate…”

“And on top of it you want us to split up!” Maria exclaimed as she looked back to Sean and Michael for support. “We’re you deprived as a child from classics like Friday the 13th or Halloween? People always die when they split up, and usually the first one to go is the one that suggests it, so if you think I’m going anywhere with you, you gotta another thing coming Pal.”

"No one is asleep and no one is swimming, so I think we're safe from those two." Coach Shellow sarcastically replied.

"Yeah, but what about from their long lost cousin?" Billy snickered under his breath.

“Coach.” Sean stepped forward and glanced at Maria before continuing. “My sister may have a big fucking mouth, but she’s right. We can’t separate.”

“Fine.” Shellow let out a defeated breath and then looked at everyone’s frighten expressions. “We have to search the house though.”

“Un-believable.” Maria huffed as she threw her hands up in annoyance and then returned beside Michael.

“Listen! The reason we crashed in the first place was because some girl almost ran into the bus when she tried to escape from here.”

"What?" Max asked in shock.

"And you're just saying this now?" Kyle questioned.

“How do you know that?” Eddie questioned, while the students gave each other quizzical looks, wondering what he was talking about.

“She didn’t get hit by the bus…her neck...it was broken and I think that rules out coincidences.”

“Jesus Christ!” Coach Clay huffed as he roughly set his hands on his side. “Just when in hell were you planning on letting us in on this Shellow?”


Just then, The Trickster tipped toed his way behind the door Coach Shellow was at and pressed his ear against the wooden material to hear them speak.


“Look, it doesn’t matter now, the point is, is that if she was able to get out, so can we.”

“Yeah, and from the sounds of it, she didn’t get very far.” Sean vented as he signaled Maria to stand by him.

“What about Isabel?” Max questioned desolately.

“She’s not the only one missing.” Coach Clay replied looking from Max to Shellow. “Miss Topolsky, Mr. Rameriz, and the bus driver.”

“This is just great!” Sean exhaled in frustration while Elaina, Tess, and Vicky started to cry.

“They’re not missing, they’re dead.” Alex voiced in despair and then looked to Max, whose head snapped to look at him in rage before Max rushed over to him and grabbed Alex by his shirt.

“Take it back!” Max shouted angrily as he pushed Alex against the wall.

“Hey.” Michael called out as he quickly made his way over to the two and tried to help Liz pull Max away from Alex.

“Max. Stop.” Liz pleaded as she held on to his arm.

“Knock it off.” Coach Shellow shouted as he moved away from the door and pushed Michael out of the way to try and get Max off Alex himself.

“She’s alive! Now take it back.” Max shouted as he struggled to hold his position.

“Well, now, I beg to defer.” The Trickster debated as he popped in the room waving his long finger around, seeing everyone’s heads snap to his direction in fear.

“Run!!” Vicky screamed causing everyone to scatter out screaming.

Max quickly grabbed Liz’s hand and pushed passed the panicked crowd until they were out the left room and up the stairs with Michael, Maria, Sean, Billy, Courtney, and Kyle following right behind.

“Go. Go. Go.” Kyle rushed Courtney by pushing her on her back to run up the stairs faster while glancing down the side of the banister to see Eddie leading Brody, Paulie, Angus, Tommy, and Tess down the long hallway. And at the same time, Vicky, Coach Clay, Eileen, Eliana, and Coach Shellow went running into the room on the right.

“What?” The Trickster asked with his hands out to his side aligned with his shoulders and then cupped his hand over his mouth to smell his breath. “What?” He questioned again as he watched everyone run off before he finally stalked down the long hallway.

“Run! Run!” Tommy shouted as he ran closely behind Angus.

The six quickly ran down the long dark hallway, passing five doors, three on the left and two on the right, before they reached a cross hallway, with options of either going left or right or continue straight ahead. But without stopping, the six quickly turned the left and found themselves running down another hallway.


<center>Upstairs</center>

“Run!” Kyle continued to push Courtney, who was following closely behind Billy. The eight passed three doors, two on the left and one on the right before Max opened the 4th door and suddenly threw up at the sight while Michael and Maria gasped.

“Ammmmmm.” Michael quickly covered Maria’s mouth before she could scream and then turned her around to let her bury her face in his chest as she cried.

“Oh my God!” Liz gasped in tears after leaning to the side, since Max was blocking her view, and then wrapped her arms around Max for comfort while Sean and Billy stood on their tippy toes to see over the four that crowded the door.

“Max…” Sean stuttered not knowing what to say.

“We have to get out of here.” Max answered as he fought back his tears and then grabbed Liz’s hand as he led them further down the hallway.


<center>Hallway</center>

“Hurry up, he’s coming!!” Tess screeched pushing Tommy to run faster after she looked behind her to see the Trickster had just cut the corner.

“Tricky. Tricky. Tricky.” The Trickster whispered as he watched them run down the hallway. He followed behind them until he saw them enter into the doorless room at the end of the hallway, heading left once inside the room. But instead of chasing after them, he started to whistle as he turned to face the wall and then pushed on a section to see a panel pop open and reveal a bunch of switches. “Now which one is it?”


<center>Kitchen</center>

“Go.” Eddie ordered, pushing Brody further into the room.

The room they entered into was shaped like one of those lowered red flags on an old fashion mailbox, which looked an old, grotesque restaurant kitchen. There was a double counter island in the middle of the room. It divide little walking space between the row of stoves and ovens that were to the left of the island and a row of sinks and drainers that were to the right while a hanging rack of pots and pans dangled above it from their handles. There were storage-like doors directly in front of the island, where along that the side there was a narrow corridor that led to another door.


<center>Hallway</center>

“Ah!” The Trickster cheered when it dawned on him and then turned one of the antique switches.


<center>Kitchen</center>

“What the hell was that?” Paulie asked frightened, feeling Angus grip on his letter jacket as he looked up from the creaking floor to Eddie and Brody, who were already at the open doors doorway.

“What are you doing? Let’s go.” Brody stressed when he saw Paulie, Angus, Tommy, and Tess standing like mannequins between the island and oven.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked as he took a step forward.

“Paulie?” Tess called out as she clutched tightly to Tommy, who was looking down at the floor when he heard it creaking like old wood.


<center>Hallway</center>

“Ahhh!”

“Eureka.” The Trickster clapped when he heard a quartet of screams as he strolled his way to the doorway with his hands on his back and looked in to see the floor trap had sunk three of the six. Tess was struggling to hold herself up on at the edge with her forearms and Eddie desperately tried to reach her.

“Oh my God! Let’s go.” Brody ordered as he pulled Eddie when he spotted the Trickster, who was watching in amusement.

“No! Don’t leave me!” Tess cried as she watched the Trickster walk slowly to her.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” The Trickster tsked in warning to Brody and Eddie as he unhooked one of the iron skillets that hung from the pot rack and darted it to Brody before he could run away. “Touchdown!” The Trickster roared with his hands in the air when the skillet hit Brody hard on the side of the head, rendering him unconscious.

“Brody.” Eddie called out as he tried to pull him.

“Hey. Hey. That’s mine.” The Trickster defended as he continued to unhook pots and hurl them to Eddie. Eddie fell back when one nearly hit him and then hesitated to help again before he scrambled to his feet and continued down the hallway.

“Yes, go. But not too far.” He growled and then crouched down to twirl one of his fingers in Tess’s curly hair. “This won’t take long.”


<center>Downstairs</center>

The second Coach Clay, Coach Shellow, Elaina, Vicky and Eileen ran into the room on the right, after spotting the Trickster, they entered the door The Trickster made his surprise appearance at and saw it lead into another room. They spotted another door in the corner as well as one to the left, which they could only assume led to the hallway and decided to take the door in the corner.

The five had made there way down four windowless joined rooms, where in the fourth room was designed with four doors, one at each wall. Coach Clay peeked out the door to the left of them to see the hallway and then held up his closed fist to signal them not to move.

“We’re not in the army. We don’t understand that.” Shellow whispered in annoyance by the action and then looked to the girls that were huddle up together in tears.

Coach Clay released his tight grip of his fist and lifted up his middle finger before looking back to Shellow. “You understand that?” He asked sarcastically as he crept his way to the door in front of them and peeked out of it to see that it was another hallway and there was another door across from them. Closing that door, he moved to the door on the right and saw it led to another joined room and signaled Coach Shellow to follow him.

“Sh!” Coach Shellow hushed a hysterical Elaina, Vicky, and Elieen as they followed behind.


<center>Basement</center>

“Help! Help!” Paulie shouted as he looked up the long shoot he, Tommy and Angus had fell through, and could see Tess’s dangling legs.

“Shit.” Tommy vented as he spit out the liquid in his mouth.

“Calm down.” Angus advised as he limped. “I think I broke my foot.”

“No. We’re knee deep in shit.” Tommy pointed out in a panic, causing Angus and Paulie to see that they were soaked in yellow liquid that had feces floating on the surface with flies everywhere.

“Oh my God! Help!” Paulie shouted in disgusted as he looked up to see Tess still hanging.

“How could you not smell it?” Tommy questioned in shock as he scratched away the feeling of droplets running down from his hair to his cheeks.

“I think I was a little more worried about the psychopath punk rock killer that’s out to kill us, Tommy.” Paulie retorted as he moved to the plastic wall.

“Are we in the basement?” Angus asked as he peered through the plastic wall to see a blurry furnace in the distant.

“I don’t think we should be worrying about where we are, Angus. More like what we’re in.” Paulie advised as he pounded on the plastic wall.

“What are we in?” Angus questioned with a shivering panic.

“I think this is a water tank.” Paulie answered.

“Yeah well, this ain’t water.” Tommy snickered sarcastically.

“Yeah, no shit.” Paulie commented making Tommy and Angus let out a faint chuckle before reality set in.

“What do you think he’s doing to her?” Angus asked as he looked up.

“Frankly, I’m more worried about what he’s going to do to us.” Paulie answered desolately as he and Tommy joined Angus, looking up to see the tip of the Tricksters Mohawk.


<center>Kitchen</center>

“Please.” Tess cried as the Trickster traced his long finger on the surface of Tess’s forearm and growled in excitement.

“I was thinking.” The Trickster declared as he stood up, scratched his chin and then moving over to the sink area, where Tess heard the clattering of utensils being moved before he returned. “Since I have three of your friends, why don’t I give you three…of…mine.” He said placing three items, one by one, down in front of Tess with his last three words. “Pick.” He ordered, giving her the option of a mallet, a butcher knife, and a piece of paper that listed things he needed to buy. “Oh, one minute.” He apologized as he turned the paper to himself and then patted himself down for a pen but frowned when he didn’t find one. “Marbles.” He cursed as he snapped his fingers in disappointment and then crouched back down in front of Tess. “Would you be a dear and remember to remind me to buy a 2000 Flushes toilet cake? I’m having a bit of an indoor plumbing issue. I’m telling you, those bran muffins.” He voiced as he patted his stomach and opened his eyes wide in warning. “They’ll come back to haunt you.” He pointed to her before he snapped his fingers. “Which reminds me.” He broadcasted as he stood up and then unzipped his zipper while Tess shut her eyes tight.


<center>Basement</center>

“Is it raining?” Angus asked naively as he held out his hands.

“You idiot! He’s peeing on us!” Tommy shouted as he and Paulie struggled to get to the sides of the tank and out of the Tricksters range.

“We’re swimming in piss.” Angus pointed out.

“So you’re just gonna let him pee on you?” Paulie question in disbelief.


<center>Kitchen</center>

“Ugh, that’s one sick cookie.” The Trickster shivered in disgust when he heard the bickering and then zipped up his zipper before crouching back down to Tess. “Okay, times up. Did you pick? No. Okay. Paper it is.” He rambled congruently, not letting Tess have a here say in the selection. Taking the piece of paper, he held the two ends tightly and then watched as Tess grabbed the knife and threatened him with it as she struggled to keep herself up.

“Stay back!” Tess threatened in a panic when she could feel her arm and elbow giving out from holding her up.

The Trickster let out a deep sigh and then shook his head, “Sweetie, come on now. Really?” He huffed sarcastically, not intimidated by her threat.

“I mean it!” Tess cried.

“Yeah, sure you do. Come on, put this down before you hurt yourself.” He suggested as he snatched the knife away from her and then set it down beside the mallet just as Brody was starting to react.

“Ugh.” Brody groaned as he held the side of his head and slowly rested on his elbows.

“You. Lay down.” The Trickster order as he took the mallet and darted to Brody, hitting him again on the head and watched as his upper body dropped, again unconscious. “He better not be died.” He threatened Tess and then leaned to the side to see Brody’s chest still moving in and out, showing signs that he was breathing. “Oh good.” The Trickster sighed in relief as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “For a second there I thought I had to go fishing. Now where were we? Ah, yes.” He recalled and then grabbed the piece of paper again and moved it towards Tess’s hand just as a wet shoe popped out from the tanks shoot.

“Help!” He heard one of them shout before another shoe popped out.

“Pipe down! Daddy’s trying to work!” The Trickster shouted as he looked down the shoot to see the three jocks looking up at him. “Don’t make me come down there.” He threatened and then returned his attention back to Tess. “Okay, this time for sure. I promise.” He assured her, annoyed by all the interruptions and then slid the paper real quick on the surface of Tess’s hand, giving her a paper cut before she cried and released her grip on the edge and fell into the tank shoot. “Oh! Oh! Come on! One?” He shouted in disbelief as he watched her fall in, causing a big splash, and then bent down to close the hatched of the tank.


<center>Basement</center>

“No. No. No. No. No. What is he doing? Hey!” Paulie shouted when he saw the Trickster close the opening.

“He’s locking us in here.” Tommy panicked as he and Angus helped Tess up.


<center>Kitchen</center>

“It was one little paper cut.” The Trickster vented as he stood up and dusted himself off and then moved over to the panel on the wall that had 8 different light switches and then flipped on the 3rd from the end.


<center>Basement</center>

"What is that?" Tommy asked as they looked up, hearing the pipes shift.

"Sounds like..." Paulie pause when his eyes focused on the drain that was 10 feet above them. "Oh, no." Paulie swallowed when he heard a loud clatter and then suddenly more feces and urine sprayed out from the drain.


<center>Kitchen</center>

"No!!!"

The Trickster heard them scream and cry as he glanced at his watchless wrist and tapped his foot. His curled up finger's knuckle lingered over the third light switch until a few minutes passed and the screaming stop. He then flipped the third switch off and then switch the 2nd to the end on before he turned to see the trap door reseal itself.

“Was it two much to ask for her to hang in there until I got at least a dozen cuts?” He asked himself as he walked over to Brody’s body and then starting pulling him by his leg towards the refrigerator. “Women. All they do is take, take, take. Never want to give a little.” He continued to complain as he picked up Brody over his shoulder and then tossed him inside the locker like fridge.

“Mmm.” Brody moaned as he slowly regained consciousness.

“Oh, good! I thought I had to wait until you got up.” The Trickster cheered in relief and then closed the door.

“Hey!” Brody shouted when he saw the Trickster close the door. Scrambling to the door with a splitting headache, Brody rose to his feet to look out the small visor to see the Trickster smiling.

“What? What’s that? I can’t hear you?” The Trickster shouted as he cupped his ear and then looked back to Brody who was still yelling and pounding on the locked door. “What? You’re hot? Okay.” The Trickster leaned forward and turned up the temperature to the freezer.

“No.” Brody whispered in shock when he turned to see a cloud of smoke coming from the vents.

“There you go Buddy.” The Trickster declared with a smile as he gave Brody a ‘thumbs up’. “I know. Brrr.” The Trickster chuckled as he rubbed his arms and shivered to imitate how Brody must of felt before moving to the door Eddie escaped out of and then shrugged when he didn’t see him. “Oh, well.” He sighed as he moved back out the kitchen entrance and spotted both coaches and the three girls at the far end of the hallway, running into the room that was opposite to the kitchen when the spotted him as well.


<center>Room</center>

“What in tarnations was that?” Coach Clay questioned in shock as he and Shellow pushed their weight against the door.

“Oh my God he saw us!” Vicky cried as she, Elaina, and Eileen huddled by the wall underneath a painting of the Trickster.

“Calm down. There’s only one way in in this room.” Shellow announced to the girls as Coach Clay crouched down and peeked in the keyhole to see an icy blue eye outlined by black eyeliner looking back.

“Peek-a-boo.”

“Holy hell!” Coach Clay shouted in surprise when he saw the Trickster and then pushed his weight on the door when the doorknob started to shake and turn frantically. Coach Clay and Shellow both pushed their knees to the door as their hands pressed against the door and the girls continued to cry until the doorknob finally stopped shaking. Both coaches held their stand, giving it a minute before Coach Clay slowly started to crouch down.

“What are you doing?” Shellow whispered in panic as he watched Clay align himself with the keyhole.

“Sh.” Coach Clay hushed as closed one eye and then cautiously leaned forward to look out the keyhole.