FATE UPDATE ! 8/5

[` fate]

Hello, lovely residents of Winterthorne. I have more unfortunate news for you...

As it would, your lazy asses have not yet found out the killers. Way to go. You might be the next to die, and there you are, reading this bulletin, probably thinking you're safe.

Well, you're not. So there.

Funny enough, I'm in a pretty damn good mood.

So instead of just descriptions of each death, you'll get a short little clue.

But before I begin with the death stories, the following people have gone missing:

Hana-Jeremy "Monster" Rue
Cole Kerrang
Dominique de Luca
Annabel Gregors

Better get to them first, because I promise you, they will be next.

Now, onto the deaths...

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Death #1: Professor Marylenn Jo Hille, nymph, Mythology teacher.

"Oh, come on. Indulge in a bit of fun," the demon mocked.

The woman screamed yet again, strands of hair clinging to her sweaty face as she threw her head back in pain. The veins throbbing in her neck were clearly visible, and it would have pained any good-hearted person to watch the scene. Her wrists were bound to the wooden chair she was sitting in, the binds cutting into her flesh and producing a searing mark; they were only cut deeper as she attempted to pull out of them. The hissing sound couldn't drown out her shrieks. As her skin melted off, and her last breath gave way, the quieter of the two demons pulled the other outside.

"What the fuck, man!?" the spiky-haired one shouted, smacking the other across the face.

The raven-haired one stumbled back a few feet. "Take a fucking chill pill...” he grunted, wiping the bit of blood off his face. Taking a look at his watch, he froze. “Shit, it’s two-thirteen. We have to get out of here. C’mon.”

x x x

Death #2: Pamela Hawthorne, fairy junior.

“B-but...you?! Of all...of all people...” she cried out, looking up at the boy who held her wings in his bloody fist. They looked about as crumpled as she was, the silvery-white edges twisting off into curls of ripped tissue. The bloody stumps on her back let the thick, red liquid trail down her sides and shine through her shirt. Surprisingly, the cuts on her face had healed a bit and were now only a sore pink instead of the scarlet that drowned out the rest of her body. She was already soaked to the bone; the tears that splashed down her face made no difference to her. As she leaned against the tree, ignoring the echoing voices of the forest, she winced at being kicked again. “I...I thought...”

“Of course you thought. People always think like that. They assume that when something is said, another thing is referred to. They always fucking assume...”

Pamela wept helplessly as the boy fell back into the shadows and out of sight. The last thing she heard was the crunching of footsteps through the grass...

x x x

Death #3: Vincent Young, werewolf sophomore.

The werewolf groaned out in pain as he was struck again. He fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and shaking. His eyes fluttered, barely open now, as he tried to push himself off the ground. He barely moved. Granted, a few of his fingers had been sliced off. He knew the end was coming. As the other bent over him, tracing flames along the tips of his arms, a few tears dribbled down his cheeks as he turned his head sideways. He didn’t want to look into those eyes as he died. Focusing his gaze on the lake, and how the moonlight radiated across its surface, he closed his eyes as the warmth of the flame settled around him.

....

The next morning, a girl and a few of her friends jogged by the edge of the lake, the mist creeping in. She tripped over something hard, and, assuming it was a rock, got back up again to catch up with her friends. It wasn’t until she saw the upcoming pile of charred body parts that she realized what had actually happened.

And she screamed.

x x x

Death #4: Evelyn [Evie] Wynter, human senior.

Biting her lip in concentration, the girl made her way across the rooftop, her orange and black hair swaying in the wind. She had been blindfolded, and when she could see again, she found herself at the highest point in Winterthorne—which was not a good thing, considering heights freaked her out. At this point, she was on all fours, trying to make it to the edge where she could access the decks on the third or fourth floor. “Come on, Evie...a few feet away...think of Jay! Think of how you can brag your ass off when you tell her what you did!” she muttered, taking a few more steps forward. “Think of gummii worms...think of friends...think of music...” It was then she saw the giant bug. At first she thought it was an illusion, but then it jabbed at her with its metal claws. She screamed, backing up a few feet to the edge of the room. Think of music, think of music...

“C-cause if y-you j-j-jump I w-will jump t-too...” she sang weakly, watching for any sudden movements from the creature. “W-we will f-f-fall toge-eh-ther—”

It lunged again.

And she fell.

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Death #5: Avery Huntington, vampire junior.

“Everybody who’s anybody will be there!”

There are no words that could explain the horrified expression on the vampire’s face as she backed up a few more feet. Hitting the root of a tree, she fell backwards and down a small hill. The boy followed her patiently, shaking his head as he did so. The bloody stump that used to be her arm spilled the warm, red liquid all over the grass as she tried to shake him off from burning her more. “I’m s-sorry...s-so, so s-sorry...” she managed to stutter out in between whimpers and inaudible screams. He neared her again, and she put her hand in front of her face, as if it’d do anything. He forced her arm down to her side, lifting the other one.

“Sorry’s never good enough, is it?”

He left her to her screaming as she burned away...

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Death #6: Alice Meyer, fairy senior.

“Christ, Bliss, you know it was never like that...”

The raven-haired demon laughed as he pulled the vampire to his side again, smoke drifting up into the air from the cigarette that hung lazily from his mouth. “There were a billion, and not one of them liked me back.” He scratched the back of his neck as they headed down the back alley. Sometimes he wished he had night vision. He always took this route out of the Secret, and today he was showing Bliss how to easily escape any fight at the club. As if she needed to. That girl could kick ass.

“Except for Sammii.”

“Except for Sammii,” he agreed, pulling her around the corner and through the next part of his “short-cut”. There was nothing short about it, frankly; it would’ve been much easier to just go out the normal way. Then again, he had parked a few blocks down the other way—it was pretty obvious he had forgotten that. It would take them a long time either way.

“Alice. Alice Meyer,” the vampire said as they stumbled along.

“What?”

“She liked you back.”

“Oh.” Well, what was he supposed to say about that? He had a boyfriend now, was quite happily in love, and didn’t much care for other people. Well, like that, he didn’t. They neared a hunched figure that seemed to be scavenging through a dumpster. She was doing a pretty bad job, seeing as she wasn’t moving much (or, so it seemed like to him). “It wouldn’t have worked, anyway.” He fought the oncoming blush as he looked up at the figure again. It wasn’t moving...at all. “You okay there?”

“Something smells.” Bliss wrinkled her nose, and both looked up as she pulled the blanket off of the body. Eyes widening as it fell to the ground, she backed up a few feet and looked from Ezra back to the body again.

“A-Alice...?” he choked out.

Her glossy eyes stared back at them, her body seemingly untouched.

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Well, there you have it.

Better get cracking, killer-wise. Or...

...maybe I’ll see you on the other side.

- Fate