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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 28, 2006 20:14:01 GMT -5
Nny walked swiftly down the stairs to the text book room, wiping most of the blood off his face absent-mindedly. I sincerely hope that you won't be doing that again. Eff said sourly. Just as I have always said; they are filth who will never understand or accept you. They should be punished for their crimes. "Yeah. You were right, Mr. Eff. As always." Johnny said with a sigh. He slammed open the doors and walked into the huge room where the school stored the books. He went straight to the end and began pulling a shelf out of the way, grunting and groaning. Finally, he had it far enough away from the wall to admit him. He slid between the cold steel shelf and the white wall and drew a knife. The slender boy ran the point around the wall in a rectangle. It cut deep into the paint, outlining a door. When they had expanded the text book room last year, they had simply removed the outside door knob and painted over the door, not wanting to spend the extra money. Johnny slammed himself into the door, knocking loose the extra paint. Finally, it gave way. It revealed one of the secret passage ways, in all its damp glory. Spotty, unpainted concrete walls, floor and ceiling, dark pipes snaking their way along and old light fixtures set at intervals on the walls. When he switched on the lights, many were burnt out and others were dim and made an irritating, faint, high-pitched whine. He entered, pulling the door shut behind him. He would lurk in here for a while, before coming out again and resuming his work. Luckily for him, it wasn't cold, thanks to the hot water pipes. He walked for a ways, then entered a storage closet. It was empty save for an old desk and a chair. He threw down his bag and sat down, placing his boots on the chipped wooden desk. He hummed to himself and picked drying blood out from under his nails. Despite his boredom and his lack of sleep, there was no danger he would nod off. He suffered from insomnia and had for about three and a half years, starting shortly after Psycho Doughboy started talking to him. At first he had missed a night or two here of there, but it started to get worse. When Mr. Eff started talking to him a year and a half ago, it got much worse. He wouldn't be able to sleep for up to a week at a time. Right now he had been awake for two and a half weeks, a new record. It didn't really bother him anymore though. He didn't like sleeping now. When he woke up he always felt unsure of himself, like it destroyed what certainty he had left. No flinching this time, my boy. Don't disappoint me. "Shut up, Eff. Not right now." he growled. Suit yourself, Nny. I'm not leaving though. You're stuck with me. For life. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Don't make me regret it more than I already do. Just leave me alone for a little while."
Oh no! She had heard him! He had just come near her, right at the bottom of the stairs, talking away to himself. Dee sat up straighter, curiosity piqued despite her fear. Why would he possibly go down to the text book room? Nothing was down there. But, after a few tense minutes, she realized he wasn't coming out again. In fact, she couldn't hear him at all anymore! If she wasn't locked here, she might go and investigate; either that or trick someone into going for her. She reached out and rattled the lock. Yep. She wasn't going anywhere for a while.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 28, 2006 20:42:59 GMT -5
Rachelle had eventually passed out in the arms of some other jock who had the guts to go into the bloody hall and save her from suffocating herserself from screaming so long and hard. The others who had heard her screaming (Who wouldn't?) had told the teachers. Some thought that she was the one that had killed the burly jock. (He did just dump her for some brainiac a few months ago) But there was no evidence that she had a knife or anything. She woke up in a puke-smelling cot in the nurses office, only a little while after she had passed out. Lucky her. She couldn't get the images of Nny killing the jock who was trying to save her. Nny...she really regretted things now. The other girls who hung around her acted worried when she woke and asked her who killed the jock but she just shooed them away. Everyone. She wanted to just wallow in her own insanity and fear on the cot. The nurse had insisted that she sleep again. Rachelle had refused. Now she was alone. "...Johnny." "Who?" A rather muscular blonde male entered the room despite the nurse's objections. He smiled at Rachelle who just stared up at him. "I tried to find you, sweets. But you weren't around." His smiled faded. "I guess you witnessed some bad stuff, eh?" "...I...can't talk about it. I don't want to." Rachelle murmured. She stared at her blood spotted boots. "Rach..." The male murmured grasping Rachelle's shoulder. "Who did it?" "I don't remember!" Rachelle said, shaking off the boy's shoulder. "I don't remember, Mak!" Mak sighed then sat next to her on the cot. "I don't want you going crazy, Rach. Try to control yourself, all right?" "I need to find him...he who killed that boy..." Rachelle murmured, shivering. "...Its cold."
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 1, 2006 3:14:11 GMT -5
Nny dropped his boots to the dark floor with a bang. Enough waiting. Time to unleash more delicious vengance. He picked up his bag and began trotting along the spotty, damp passage. He emerged from a door in the closet in the teacher's lounge. Nervous voices filtered back to him. He opened the door slowly, peering about like a hunting cat. Three teachers were sitting in the room, holding cups of coffee in trembling hands. One teacher turned a lighter over in his yellowed fingers, itching for a cigarette. "Who do you think did it?" he said worriedly. "I don't know." replied a pudgy older woman, graying red-brown hair in a frazzled mess, like she had been tugging on it. "It was a boy though. That's what she was saying. I heard it from the nurse. Poor dear." "Probably one of those damn goth or satanist or whatever kids. The ones with no friends. I knew they would cause trouble. They always do." Johnny was outraged. His hands shook with the urge to seize one of his knives. He never liked that male teacher, Mr. Gerun. He had tried his damndest to fail him in English in grade 10, always leaving nasty comments scrawled in scarlet ink across the centre of the work he submitted, trying to make him leave the class though he was one of the best writers. Prejudiced bastard. "Shh! We don't know who did it! We'll just have to wait until the police can get in here. The thing we have to do is keep them calm and from panicking." he dumpy woman hissed. "Yeah, right. There's only a great pool of blood in the middle of the hall, I don't think they'll notice a thing! After all, they are teenagers!" the skinny teacher in dire need of a smoke scoffed. "I think that we should round everyone up and put them in the gym. They can't do anything to hurt anyone there. It would be a good idea to question all of them, find out what they know." Mr. Gerun growled. Johnny had heard enough. He slipped out of the closet and eased open the door, ducking out quickly before they saw him, slamming the door behind him. "Effing kids!" Mr. Gerun spat. "This room is off limits!" He got up from the worn blue couch and lumbered over to the door, yanking it open and storming out. He rounded the corner and... met a pipe swung by Nny, straight upside the head. He went down like a rock. Nny leaned on the pipe, taken from the secret room and grinned horribly down at him. "Great idea with the whole round-up idea, Hitler. What next?" he said brightly. The teacher moaned and struggled to roll over and crawl away. "Oh no, you don't!" he swung the pipe again, hitting him in the stomach with a heavy, meaty sound. He vomited noisily all over himself, too dazed to turn his head to the side. Johnny leaned over him and peered at his eyes. "You've got a nasty concussion there. That alone is your death sentance." He sniffed and made a face, standing up and leaning on the pipe once more. "Disgusting creature. I despise all human fluids, especially that one! You wouldn't dare throw my work away now, would you? You won't crush another student's dreams again." He raised the pipe and brought it crashing down on the large man's face again and again, obliterating all identity. Nny's own face was a manic, contorted mask of rage as he beat the frustrations caused by this piece of offal out.
((I like your new pics! They are spiffy. Didja know that this school is based off my old high school? From the ghosts to the stupid classroom numbering to the secret passageways to the glorious bathroom-ness. I don't know where the passages are, but they do exist. Same with the ghosts. There are two in my school, I think both are in the drama room area. One was from a girl who died after a light fell on her.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 1, 2006 17:27:42 GMT -5
Rachelle sat for a few moments with her bestfriend looking at her seriously. Thats right, not her boyfriend, her best friend, since they were little kids. Her boyfriend was lucky enough to get out of this whole mess. She stood up finally. "Mak, I guess I should tell who did it...to prevent any other mishaps." She murmured. Mak stood up, grabbing her shoulder again. "Tell me first. I want to kill the bastard that scared you so bad!" "He's INSANE, Mak! You'll be no match for him! His skinny little ass killed that jock! Don't do anything stupid. I'll just go tell the teachers, right?" Rachelle watched Mak with the same determination in her eyes when she told him not to fight the older boys when they were in grade school. Most of the time, Mak listened to her. He never showed that he regretted it. "Stay close to someone, okay Rach?" Mak said. "He tried to kill you too...didn't he?" Rachelle nodded but said nothing. "Who was it?" "...Nny."
"RACH! WAIT UP!" "LIKE HELL I WILL, MAK!" That was it. She didn't want to say anymore than she had to. Mak had tried to make her give him every ounce of information she knew. SHe headed for the teacher's lounge but stopped short when she stared at Johnny, beating on Mr. Gerun. "JOHNNY! Stop, you're killing him!" Rachelle screamed again. Mak had followed her and stood behind her with his hazel eyes wide with horror.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Feb 2, 2006 1:00:32 GMT -5
Justin was wandering through the halls, trying to clear his mind. There's a killer in this school...I really shouldn't be here. Hey, this is the way to the teacher's lounge. Justin had a short frame and messy black hair. As he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, he heard Rachelle and her friend walk past him. Rachelle... Just like most people in the school, one time a rumor had been spread about that was started by Rachelle and her group. Obviously, he disliked her. "I thought she was the one who saw the killer..." he told himself and quietly followed her. Shortly after her yelling, he saw Nny savagely beating the teacher. Holy crap! He stared in horror as Mr.Gerun's face was disconfigured and covered with blood and puke.
Looking from his face to Nny, he couldn't believe what he was watching. It was like he was in a horror movie...except it was for real. "What the hell?!" He yelled loudly. Even though Nny was bigger than him and was with a weapon, Justin felt a need to stop him. Taking a step back, he ran into Nny with his shoulder and attempted to knock him onto the ground. He turned his head while ramming Nny and shouted, "Help!" to the two behind him.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 2, 2006 8:32:52 GMT -5
(....Rachelle)
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 3, 2006 0:28:44 GMT -5
Nny paused in mid strike, grinning horribly at them. "Correction. I've killed him." Then he raised the pipe again, and swung it across the dead man's face, spraying blood and chunkier bits along the floor at them. Another student backed a couple steps off a determined expression on his face. "Do you really want to try that?" he asked the boy. He charged. A second before impact, Nny simply stepped aside, earning only a glancing blow that he recovered quickly from. He dropped the sticky pipe, its clanging echoing down the hall. The door of the teacher's lounge burst open, the other two teachers staring out at the carnage before them. "Oh my god..." the smoker teacher wheezed. "JAMES!" the female teacher shrieked. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?" She burst out of the room runningto his side, but hesitating because of the mess. Nny backed into the shadows calling, "If you want to stop me, you roaches, then come and get me!" He moved away slowly, just waiting for one or two of them to be stupid enough to follow him. He'd be ready for anyone; he knew this school.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 3, 2006 17:41:28 GMT -5
Rachelle watched Johnny's wavering figure in the blurr of her tears and her mind. As he dashed into the shadows she became all too aware of the blood on the floor, her english teacher's head smashed in, someone's strong arms around her. She realized it was Mak holding her. He was pulling her away. "M-Mak!" She said suddenly, gasping for air. She didn't know she had been holding her breath. "We have to go back there! We have to get Nny!" Make shook his head and led her to the nurse's office again. "You need to stay in here. You were a target." "We're all targets!" Rachelle yelled then lied on the cot anyway. "All of us, Mak. We're all targets in this revenge game of his..."
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Post by InsanexBandit on Feb 6, 2006 19:57:47 GMT -5
Then he raised the pipe again, and swung it across the dead man's face, spraying blood and chunkier bits along the floor at them. . OoC| Eww. Lol. I don't know why that made me laugh. | When Justin had ran forward, blood had been sprayed across the lower portions of his pants. When Nny dissapeared, he turned around and quickly turned around as he saw his teacher's face. The urge to retch was becoming stronger as he felt that there was something on his legs. Something warm. (Haha, it sounds like he wet himself XD) As he brought his leg up closer to his face, he almost let out an "Eek" and he realized that it was blood. Not even his own. He coughed a few times, with a feeling that he was about to throw up. He leaned against a nearby wall and slowly slinked to the floor. The female teacher was sobbing over the dead one, and the male teacher walked up to Justin. "Did you do this?!" He yelled at Justin. Justin just shook his head slowly, and muttered, "...Johnny." OoC| Is it alright that I did this? Were the teachers not supposed to know? |
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 6, 2006 22:09:47 GMT -5
(XD Me loves Insanity's avatar!)
Rachelle was dragged back to the nurse's office. Dragged back kicking and screaming. Mak wasn't as scrawny as he used to be, she realized. He sat with her on the puke-smelling cot, his arm around her shoulders. Rachelle's eyes looked sick and clouded. Her vision was blurred still. Her pupils were enlarged fiercly and she shook violently at first but now it was just small trembling. "Mak...he's going to kill everyone." She murmured. "Don't say that!" Make said, looking at her. "He's insane!" Rachelle screamed then ran back into the hall again. Mak followed her and watched her enter the girl's bathroom. He sighed then leaned against, the wall waiting for her to come out. There were other girls in the bathroom that truly tried to comfort the popularity queen. She didn't react to their comfort, just sat on the floor with tears running down her face, her hand continually rubbing them off.
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 6, 2006 23:02:30 GMT -5
((It's alright! I pictured what Nny did and went, "Ew." Don't you hate it when you disgust yourself? I'm good at it. I have mad skills. But violence is so funny...))
"Come and get me!" he said in sing-song, taunting voice. "Come and get me, you cowardly holes!" He glared down the hall. No one came. Rachelle and her male companion left and the teachers started screaming at the foolhardy boy. Rachelle. She was... Different. She made him uneasy. He had tried to hide it, but it didn't change the way she made him feel. It was not attraction; he didn't really know of he was capable of it, at least with not with these people. It was that she had actually meant what she said, that she was actually sorry. It bothered him. Nny kicked a locker suddenly, denting it further. He continued backing away slowly, watching them. NNY! You disgusting thing! bellowed Psycho Dough-boy. How dare you do something so foul, so bestial! This is not something any human being should do! This is something an animal would perform. You disgust me! You do not deserve to live. You should end your life because of the deeds you have done! "No. NO!" Johnny yelled. "I'm not listening to you! Mr. Eff is right! I'm not killing myself, so you can stop talking NOW!" FOOK! D-BOY! How dare you treat our boy like this! Eff screamed right back. Stop trying to confuse him! Let him do as he wishes! Let him kill, let him revenge himself! NO! He should kill himself! It is what It wants! Nny should punish himself for his horrible deeds! Johnny's eyes bulged and he clutched his head as the two figments screamed at each other. He sank to his knees, teeth bared in a grimace, breathing hard. It felt like his head would explode with all the noise! The noise. Oh the noise, driving him mad, scattering his thoughts! He growled, hands buried in his black hair, made even spikier by the blood dried in it. "Shut up! Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup! SHUT UP!" he shrieked, rocking back and forth.
Dee jumped as a sudden noise rattled down the dark bleacher hallway. Wide, terrified eyes stared down the corridor, like a deer caught in the high beams of a semi. She had forgotten the stairs at the other end of the hall! They had a gate too, but it was not locked! Her breath caught in her throat as the footsteps kept climbing. She whimpered, tears streaming down her face, sure that this was the end! The person reached the top of the stairs and she saw... A girl. Dee almost fainted with releif, going limp. The girl stood up and said, "What's happening?" Dee was glad her voice didn't have even a hint of a fearful tremor in it. The girl, Amanda, replied in a terrified squeal, "He killed a teacher! The killer beat a teacher to death!" "Who was it?" "I don't know, some big fat guy. It's horrible! There's blood everywhere! You have to come with me!" "Why?" Dee said. "We have to stick together. I'm trying to find as many students as I can. We're going to hide in the office. There's three in there right now. I dunno if they've found anymore. Everyone is really scared!" "Nuh-uh! I'm not leaving this hall! I will be safe here when both gates are locked!" she said, resisting the insistent tug on her arm. Amanda bit her lip and rubbed her bare arms. It was cold in the hall. "Please?" she said and looked so pleading that Dee relented. "Alright." she said, following her. Maybe she'd feel better if she wan't alone to stew in her own thoughts.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Feb 7, 2006 18:05:50 GMT -5
"You're annoying me." Rachelle murmured without much emotion, just standing up. One girl had offered to lend Rachelle a pair of jeans that she had in her locker just in case she was caught with a skirt that was too short but she probably wouldn't...blah blah blah. It was true. Rachelle's pants were covered in blood, just like that boy Justin's. A simple change of clothes wouldn't matter, no. She needed to BURN her clothes. Burn her whole body. Maybe, she though, public humiliation with burn scars all over my face will set me straight. She went out of the bathroom and completely ignored Mak who tried to catch up with her. He spoke but then stopped following her. Where was she headed? Past the bloody hallway where that jock was killed, past the other bloody hallway where the teacher's lounge was. Her boots tracked blood all the way down the hall. She eventually gave them up, stripping her boots off and walking down the hall in her socks. She was headed to the gym. Some basketball jocks were discussing who killed the teacher and the football jock, why, and how exactly. They watched Rachelle come in and started to ask her some questions, strangely one being "Will you go out with me?". She almost had the mind to scream but no. Her mind was dark. She wasn't really seeing anything. She went into the girl's locker room. Luckily the boys didn't disregard her privacy and go into the locker room but one perverted boy challenged anyone to go in but no one did and neither did the boy. Rachelle fell down on the hard floor of the room after tripping over that deadly step to the shower. But she didn't get up yet. She just curled up and thought, tears running down her face once again. She hated crying. It was idiotic and babyish. She suddenly screamed but it was soft and could really only be heard in the room. She stood up and started ramming her head into the wall, trying to give herself a cuncussion like Johnny probably gave the teacher before another few blows to the head. She wanted to forget so badly. She screamed louder and louder. "I'm sorry!" She screamed as she rammed her head into the wall again. Blood was mixing with tears on her face as a nice bruise and cut shown on her forehead, blood matting her light colored hair. She was trying to be subdued by the basketball jocks who heard her louder screaming. Why? Why did all these people come to rescue her? She didn't want to be rescued. But really, why? Did they really care if she died? Would they still be her friend if she wasn't pretty or the popularity queen? Maybe? Most likely no. Would she be prom queen? No, probably not. Eventually the boys just got her onto the floor and she curled up again, just crying as her blood dripped onto the cement floor. Two killings. She SAW them. She watched them take place. Who could want to live after that? There was so much blood on her jeans. SHe gagged and choked as she cried. One of the boys went to get help. She heard the nurse sigh and try to get her to stop crying. The nurse said, "This one's been crazy all day!" Who wouldn't go crazy after being targeted then watching the insane kill. Rachelle wondered if Nny was suicidal like she was at the moment. MOSt signs said no. But Nny was human...at least thats how he looked.
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Post by lavana on Feb 10, 2006 22:31:46 GMT -5
(Sorry to ask so late, but may I join?)
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Post by raptor-chick on Feb 11, 2006 18:22:53 GMT -5
((Yeah! Join!))
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Post by lavana on Feb 12, 2006 22:02:14 GMT -5
Rae walked cautiously around the school after hearing that there was a killer loose. She had never guessed that they would be trapped in the school, but here they were and in danger. Surprisingly she was the only one that had stayed after today so she walked friendless around. She worried that she would be alone for the whole time and would dare not talk to anyone in fear that they were the killer.
Rae was not really popular she rather avoided all that gossip stuff and remained behind the scenes, which is very easy for her. Her passion was for writing, singing, and acting though she barely talked when she was around others. Gracefully she sat on a bench as the school light barely made it easy to see her green shirt, jeans, and black Chucks. Yet she was always seen with a black jacket that kept her warm inside.
Not sure what to do she gently lay down on the bench as she used her book bag for a pillow. Though her eyes never closed as she watched for any sign of someone.
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