Murder and Mayhem

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Ten years had gone by…

Ten years since they had been together. Ten years since they had stood up on that stage giving speeches and receiving their diplomas. Ten years since they had passed through the doors of that school, hoping to never see it again. Ten years since Angela Wilcox’s body had been found butchered in Blackwater Lake…..

Michelle shook her head and looked up from the stack of invitations she was addressing. It wasn’t good for her complexion to dwell on such thoughts. After all, she didn’t want to get any wrinkles.

‘The only good thing about working on this reunion committee is having access to all of the addresses that those geeks had managed to acquire.’ She thought to herself. The only reason she was even helping out was because she owed a favor.

For a while now she had known where all her old school ‘buddies’ lived… but did she write to them? Hell no. Did she email those who had email? Hell no. They were of no use to her. She gazed down at her perfectly polished nails and thought about that night so many years ago and smiled…the best thing that bitch had ever done was get herself killed. If anyone deserved to die…it had been Angela Wilcox.

Still smiling, she walked over to the other members of the reunion committee and placed the invites with the rest. In just a few days, she would gaze upon all the people that she had pretended to adore.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Kara stood on her patio in Flordia looking through her mail. "Grabage, Garbage, bill, gar.. no wait what is this" opening it she was surprised to see it was an invitation for the highschool reunion. "Has is really been ten years" she murmured softly as memories assailed her. Pushing them away she stood up heading inside her house. Once inside she grabbed her calender. The week of the reunion was clear. Only a few luncheons with Clients that she could reschedule. Picking up her phone she called her office "Hello miss Favilles office can I help you?" her secretary and good friend Melissa Holdings answered "Hello Melissa" she said "oh hey Kara, what can I do for you" Kara was not put off by the informality her and Melissa were more friends then business associates. "ya Melissa I need to cancel all next week for me and reschedule, I have a highschool reunion to go to" she hear a chuckle "Sounds fun, ok I'll do that, anything else?" "nope nothing else" Kara said "thanks for the help Melissa, Bye". "Bye Kara, and have fun" chuckling kara said "I'll try, Bye" she hung up the phone. Thinking for a moment she hurried upstairs to pack for a week of vacation that hopefully was also a week of answers.

 

[Guest]

Angus MacTaggert

Angus eyed the old high school, through the windshield of his beat up GMC Blazer.
He had so hoped he never had to set foot in this place again. But somehow he had been drawn to this reunion thingie, and he had no idea why....maybe some of the nerdy Chicks had grown into hotties, so perhaps he could get a little poon tang.

Angus stepped out of his Blazer and put his long hair into a pony tail, put on his long jacket, and started to walk towards the entrance.

Damn, last time he had walked these stones...the cops had hauled him away from here putting him into jail for 5 years.
It had been just after that ditzy smelly cunt Angela had been carved up and dumped in the lake.
Angus only remembered Angela as a stuck up bitch, who needed to be bitch slapped around for a bit. Come to think of it, Angus had tried to get her in bed once....right after a fight with her pussy boyfriend...whatever his name was.
She had had a killer body, thats for sure...Dump as dirt, but what a fuckable body.

Everyone had made such a great mourning deal out of her death...hell half the school hated the ditzy squard she had been a part of. Angus himself had only shrugged his shoulders, and smoked weed. No great loss, and he still thought that.
had she lived she would probaly be unhappily married living in a Trailer too small now, with 5 kids to look after. Hell whoever had off'ed her had done her a favor.

Angus walked though the main doors of his old High School, and winced...Jeez, the same old acid foul smell.
he shook his head, and headed down to the auditorium....with any luck there would be some booze there.

 

[Xander]

Ops the unregistered one was me.

 

[Valdimer]

Joesph Monroe

The morning sun shown in Joe's window. Rubbing his eyes, he rolled over to check his alarm clock, "9:30, ugh." Dressed in only boxers and a white sleeveless shirt, Joe made his was to his mail box, in the apartment complex he lived in. Unlocking the box, and pulling out the mail, he started to rummege through. " Electric, gas, phone, hmmmm, an invitation?" Tucking the remaining mail under his arm, Joe opened the invitation. "Reunion? Has it been ten years? " Returning to his apartment Joe thought to himself, 'I dont even know why I sould go, none of them will remember me anyway. The only one there that would be worth talking to would be Robert, if he even goes. Joe found himself looking through his closet, rummigeing to find something decent to wear, "I hope Angus isnt there." he said, pulling on a new pair of jeans.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Catherine "Cat" Garcias

"OBJECTION YOUR HONOR! He is badgering my witness!" Screamed the tall latino woman.

"Sustained." Said the judge.

"It doesn't matter, I will reword the question your honor." The slimy man grinned at her. She grimaced.

Cat toyed with the sleek pen between her fingers. This case was the hardest she had ever even attempted. How was she supposed to defend the victim, when the victim told her that she wasn't. It was complicated. The 'victim' of this attempted murder, actually...attempted to murder....oh....she couldn't even think about it. Eight months of work, down the drain.

Cat had moved to New York and now was one of the most well-known homicide lawyers. She had been struck with a few cases as of late, she had never been challenged in all her career up until she.....well....got the letter.

She scribbled down a few notes and a bead of perspiration formed upon her brow. She wiped it away, the letter was really really bothering her. It gave her this odd feeling. Suddenly she felt the need to leave. She was panicking. She was hyperventilating.

She got up, knocking over her chair.

"Miss Garcias....MISS GARCIAS!" shouted the judge, his gavel knocking and resounding...fading....fading just her self-esteem.

She got out of the building. Fumbling for her keys, she told herself to calm down. Her plane didn't leave for two more hours. Everything was packed and in her car. She knew that. She was ALWAYS prepared.

She pressed the small button on her key ring, the electronic beep told her her sleek Jaguar was no longer under security protection.

Ever since she moved here she drowned herself in luxuries. It numbed the pain.

Her confidence suddenly came back, she smoothed her black Armani suit, she would change when she got to the airport.

She was suddenly sick of all these, 'luxuries'. They did nothing for her.

She jumped in the car, and speed through the traffic. Probably wrecklessly....but nonetheless.

She was dreading this. This reunion, this torture. The last time she was at this high school, she had caused something....she wished with all her heart that she didn't have ANYTHING to do with it, but in her heart, she knew it was her fault.


Well, wait until they saw her. She could say she improved. She went from the 'odd', braces clad, skinny, gangly, and very ugly ....the one and only latino girl in the whole school.

To...well......5'11", luxurious hair, and her filled out form. The form only a personal trainer can achieve. But what else was money for? She had it, she had to use it somewhere.

Before she knew it she was at the airport.
She checked in.
A thought crossed her mind.
Frank. Her heart skipped a bit.
Would he be there? would he blame her? would he.....still be the same....would he still.....feel the same about her? would he even remember her....

She fell asleep aboard the plane, she didn't have much more time to think. She awoke, her laptop on the tray table, her cell phone ringing like crazy. Forty seven messages. She turned it off. No more.

The plane landed, she gathered her luggage.

She ducked out of the bathroom, her sleek black hair, brushed....her makeup, just perfect, her dress, a caramel color, dipped low and crossed over her breasts, the expensive fabric dipped just to her knees. She wore tall heeled sandals, wrapped along her ankles, the exact color of her dress.

Her office arranged everything. The luxuries were actually making her feel useless.

She hoped into the limo and handed him the slip of paper with the location.

 

[poohlive]

Frank woke up in a bead of sweat. The moon shone out, brilliantly opening the world to what was around him. The dark forest surrounded the luxury car as it made it's way down the hiway. Frank just watched it pass, not trying to think about anything.
Every time he did, he could only think of one thing.
Her.
Rolling over, Frank pulled the jacket tighter around him. Somehow it had gotten colder.
"How are we doing?"
The driver turned, smiling at the guy, "We're making great time. I think we'll be there tomorrow afternoon."
Frank smiled, "Great."
The driver shifted slightly in his seat, "Can I ask you a question?"
Frank closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep, "What is it?"
"If you don't want to go to this reunion, why are you going?"
He sighed, a question he really didn't need right now. The truth was stupid, what he kept trying to convince himself why he was going was actually worse than the truth, so he said the only thing he could.
"To get laid."
The driver laughed, and silence followed. Frank let sleep come, and eventually it did.

 

[Guest]

Robert Summers:

With the wind whipping his shoulder length hair about, Robert pulled into the old highschool parking lot. His Shelby Cobra purred as he flashed himself a smile in the rear view, his eyes masked by ray bans. Though he was no big time movie star, the two movies he had to his credit had landed this beauty of a car right in his lap. The last few years had been kinda dry as far as movie parts went, but it didn't bother him, he'd been working at a killer bar, just enjoying life. Locking the car up as he hopped out, Robert wondered who all was gonna be at the reunion. As he looked up at the school he brushed at the pant leg of his black dress pants and adjusted his blue button down shirt.

"My god, I don't remember the school looking this small..." He mused as he began for the thick double doors. Several people were already there. Casually walking into the old gymnasium, Robert looked about only to find he recognized no one there. Smiling and shrugging he went to the table where all the name tags were laid out. He found his and slapped it on, then whipped his sun glasses off. He scanned the room again with his vivid blue eyes.

Ravenloft

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Catherine, Cat, Garcias

I sat outside the school. Not much had changed.

I glanced at my watch. Nothing like being ten agonizing minutes early. It was going to be torture. She should have brought a date. Why was she fooling herself?

She stopped herself, the school was making her turn into that shy timid, trapped young girl.

Straightening her dress, she picked up the phone in the limo to tell the driver to come when she paged.

Stepping out from the sleek black car, she began to walk towards the building.

Every moment, fear, welling up......consuming her.

She straightened up.

Her heels resounded on the concrete.

She chickened out, she panicked and headed back to the limo.

TO sit, to wait....to watch.

TO come out when she could get the nerve.

 

[MissTaken]

April

April was nestled in her classroom preparing activities and lesson plans for Monday. She didn't generally come in on Saturdays, but as this was the day of the reunion, she wouldn't have stayed away. She couldn't have missed the opportunity to see Angela's class mates stroll in in their fancy cars, with their beautiful clothing and their smug looks. All of which should have been Angela's.

Then, she felt the scissors slit her finger as she saw Frank come up the walk. April was stunned. After ten long years, you would think he would have the common decency NOT to return after killing her sister. Of course, they say the murderer always returns to the scene of the crime.

"Odd," thought April,"before Angela's murder, I thought of nothing but Frank. How silly I was to envy her him. And, since her death, I still think of nothing but Frank."

For April, this reunion has taken many years to plan.

 

[Xander]

Angus MacTaggert

Standing in the auditorium, watching people arrive. he reconized some of the fcaes...others seemed totally unknown to him.

Angus shrugged his shoulders, Of course he still didnt know why he was here.....He spotted one of the people he had used to beat up atleast once a week. Ah well.

He noticed Frank coming through the door, looking like a moron.

Angus turned around...now where the hell is that bar??

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Catherine, Cat, Garcias

Leaning her head back, she stayed in the limo , parked directly in front of the school. In the way of everyone.

She saw many students begin to enter. (This would be so much better if it wasn't held at the school...oh well) She recognized a few......and many of the men caught her breath...was it him?

She didn't know waht to do.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Kara's plane arrived early a couple days later. She hopped out and walked over to a waiting Limo. The drived smiled and opened the door for her. She handed him the directions and climbed into the car. Leaning her head back she took a deep breath then glanced around the interior of the car. "Good a bar" she muttered as she made herself a quick drink and drank it down almost as quick. This was going to be a long trip.

 

[poohlive]

Frank woke up to the shining of lights. Outside they had entered a quaint little town. He shook the sleep out of him, remembering some of the old places. There was the dine they had spent so many nights hanging out at. It had turned into a dairy queen, but it still looked like the old Burger Palace. Frank smiled.
Out of all the bad memories he had of this place, he had to admit there were good ones too. Finally, the school emerged from behind a newly built building. That same bad feeling hit his gut again. He shouldn't be here, really he shouldn't.
the driver stopped the car out front. A Limo was blocking the way to the entrance, but it seemed like most of the other traffic was doing rather well. He leaned over, looking at himself in the mirror.
"How do I look?"
The driver smiled, "Like a million bucks."
Frank sighed deeply stepping out of the car. In an instant some woman recognized him, he put on an "I can't believe I'm here, I love it so much" face, talking to her about the ten years that had gone by so swiftly.
She was about to ask him something else when another person she knew came up. She was gone in an instant, her rump bouncing as she left. Frank took one step up.
He smelled it. It was unmistakable. A fragerance he had smelled in the back of his car many times. He turned, a renewed feeling entering him. At first he didn't realize what it was. It wouldn't be for another half hour til he realized he had become horny in that instant.
There she was, standing by herself. She seemed to be looking at him from the corner of her eyes. Frank walked up to her, looking into her eyes.
"Catherine, it's been ages. You look terrific, amazing. What have you been up to all this time?"
Old memories began floating back, and to tell you the truth, he welcomed them.

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Lucy rode her motorcycle into the space in front of the 7-eleven. She lifted one slender sculpted leg over the machine and stood up. Her 5'4" frame was curvy and enticingly displayed in tight black leather. Taking off her helmet she shook out her long silky dark hair. Possibly her best feature... by a thin margin. Her dark brown eyes were considered exotic, highlighted as they were by her pale flawless skin. She carried the helmet under her arm as she started to walk towards the store. She was stopped by two girls she had known from her school days.

"Lucccyyyyyy!" One of them wiggled their fingers at her.

Lucinda rolled her eyes. She couldn't seem to ditch these two. They'd somehow decided they were friends of hers... probably they thought a chick riding a bike would improve their own ratings... or maybe they thought she was a lesbian and wanted to play? Who knew... or cared.

"Lucccyyyy!" They weren't giving up. Lucinda stopped and let them approach.

"Have you heard about the reunion?" One of them gushed.
"Reunion?"
"OH... didn't you get an invite?? The high school reunion... everyone'll be there... gonna be a blast... YOU MUST... come with us!" They waved said invitation in her face and she noted the date.

She wouldn't have gotten an invite... she didn't have a permanent address to speak of and the school was like the LAST place on earth she'd inform of her current where-abouts. Suddenly all the memories of her last year there flooded her mind. She shuddered. That murder... she'd almost forgotten. She wondered... did anyone else think about it? It hadn't been officially solved... who knew what had happened that night.

"Why not?" She responded without emotion.. "probably have good food there at least"

She strode past the girls before they could start making plans to 'go together' as they so quaintly put it. Honestly... you'd never have guessed 10 years had passed to listen to them.

She bought the packet of cigarettes she intended to buy and can of soda before stalking back to her bike and roaring off before the girls could harrass her again. She wondered if she had anything decent to wear back at the motel she was currently staying at.

She opened up the small back-pack she travelled with and pulled out her fail safe lil' black number. She showered quickly and slipped the dress on. It was clingy... good material to have when you travelled as much as she did. The material draped across her curves leaving nothing to the imagination. She didn't bother with underwear or stockings... she just slid on a dainty pair of silver strappy heels and brushed out her long dark hair. She pulled her hair back into a long swaying pony tail and highlighted her lips with a deep pink gloss. Done.

Riding her bike to the school she enjoyed the feel of the cool night air on her skin. As she arrived she saw the limo... among other fancy cars pull up. As she got off her bike and adjusted her clothing she noticed people. She saw Frank as he approached Catherine. There was a story.

She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder and walked towards the school for the first time in ten years.

 

[Mistress]

Grace Marshall

Timidly she watched from the corner of the building, her cat-like green eyes staring in wonder at all those who had come. A slight frown settled on her face, the reunion might not be a good idea not after what happened so long ago. She blinked her eyes and looked away then cautiously stepped out and headed for the door. What if someone recognizes me? What would I say?

Her thoughts ate at her....

Please, no one would recognize you anyways Grace, you were a nobody back then, hell you still are!

Growling to herself she shook her thoughts and took in a deep breath as she approached the building flash backs of memories began to hit her.....


Ten Years ago.

"Shit I'm late!” Grace raced out of the hall onto the campus of the school. Her next class was across the campus and she had spent the last two minutes finishing up her chemistry project, she'd never get there on time. She swerved out of the way of some of the cheerleaders and ignored the rude remarks she got. Glancing back she yelped as she ran smack into someone, the impact knocking her and the other to the ground, her books out of her hands.

"Oh God! I'm sorry" She stuttered and looked over at the other girl on the ground. The girl was laughing, and her eyes shone bright, she stood and helped Grace to her feet.

"It's ok, everyone has their rush days." the girl smiled and picked up Grace's books handing them to her. "I'm Angela, see you around." She shook Grace's hand and smiled warmly then walked away leaving Grace in a daze. Grace blinked, had someone just been nice to her? She smoothed down her tousled blonde hair and slightly smiled.

"Angela..." she mouthed the name and blushed then ran the rest of the way to class.



Present Day

Blinking Grace's bottom lip trembled, and she glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed her. Quickly she made her way into the building...........

 

[Guest]

Michelle

Michelle stood in the cafeteria of the school making the last minute arrangements. She enjoyed seeing to all the little details. Details were her life. She knew everything looked beautiful, after all...she was the decorator.

She happened to glance at herself in the window and scowled. She definately needed to fix a few things. Grabbing a bag, she walked down the hall to the teachers lounge. It was unlocked, of course, just like she had asked. Slipping inside, she closed and locked the door behind her. Pulling all of the contents out of her bag, she set about getting ready. She pulled off her clothes and slipped on a red body molding dress. A small laugh escaped her lips, she worked hard for this body...she had to show it off. She slipped some black thigh high stockings up over her legs and then added a pair of red heels.

Quickly and expertly, she applied her makeup. Then checking the mirror to make sure it pleased her, she dragged a brush through her hair and updid. Within 20 minutes, she was ready and out the door...heading towards the auditorium where people were already gathering.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Cat Garcias

I had gotten out of the cab. I told the driver to drive away, to the other side of parking lot. So I could not reconsider.

I stood there. Someone caught my eye. He...it.....oh....my....It was him.......I just kept him in the corner of my vision.


Oh dear heavens, he is coming towards me. He locked eyes with me, he is speaking to me....

"Catherine, it's been ages. You look terrific, amazing. What have you been up to all this time?" His voice was warm, a bit deeper than I remember, but the same.

I drew in a breathe sharply.

I am an attorney, successful, and I had to remind myself that.

"Good afternoon Frank." My voice sultry, distinctively different from the last time we spoke. It fit me.

I smiled, shly. "I should ask you the same thing......you look.....amazing." My words were breathless....his cologne...his scent.

I had to knock myself out of it.

"I have changed a bit." he smiled in appreciation, my shyness was really making this agony.

I couldn't believe that he actually recognized me. At all......

"I am a homi...." I stopped the word from coming from my mouth, this was not the time or the place to be speaking of homicides. "I am an attorney in New York."


"Things have changed drastically for me." I stared at him in awe, his height surpassed mine, which is no small feat in itself.

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert Summers:

Just scanning the auditorium, Robert started to focus in on everyone's lips, just a passing interest he had, reading lips. He wasn't that good at it but practice makes perfect he always said. As he caught snippets of words out of several conversations his mind started to wander

10 years back:

The last thing he saw before he leaned in to kiss her was her lips, soft and moistened by an anticipatory run of her tongue. The kiss was magic, for him at any rate. She was a popular girl, his best friend, Joe had introduced them, she was just getting over a rather nasty break up, and it was obvious that he was just a rebounder, he'd seen it happen plenty enough. So he hadn't expected to feel the way he did when he kissed her. When it ended he pulled away, a sparkle in his eyes, she just sorta laughed it off and tapped her finger on the end of his nose dismissively. That was the only kiss they ever shared. But he knew he would remember it for a long time...

Present:

The auditorium doors swung open, Robert shook out of his memories to crane his neck back to see who it was. It was Joe, looked pretty much the same as he remembered him from the days back in school. Robert was slowly begining to feel not so happy about being here. He was remembering his first kiss, with a girl that died only a couple days after. Seeing Joe just brought the memories more and more into focus. With a heavy sigh, Robert shook it off and made to meet up with Joe, his hollywood smile plastered on his face.

 

[Valdimer]

Joesph Monroe

Making the 15 minute drive to the school, Joe flicked the cigarette out of his beat up Chevy Nova, and proceeded to grab another winston from his pack. Lighting it, he said to himself, "Man, I wasnt even looked at twice in that school, why the hell am I so nervous?" Robert would be there, at least he knew someone who gave a shit about him. 'Ah well, just like the old days I guess.' he thought, as he turned the knob on the volume control to his stereo, blasting the lyrics and sound to the latest AC/DC song. Pulling into the school, he noticed, limos, a few of them. "What the hell?, did we have a superstar go to school here or what?"

Dressed in his newest pair of jeans, and a fairly decent, blue button up shirt, Joe pulled his hair back, and let it fall down agian. Taking a long, deep sigh, he entered the doors to the school, eyeing Angus as he walked by. 'God, what a dick he was. Why is he even here. After the shit he pulled, and plus beating the crap out of me on a regular basis....'. He could feel his fists clench up, but let the feeling pass, as quickly as it came. Joe scanned the room, seeing all the people he remembered from high school, but knowing most of them wouldnt even recognize him, even if he was right in front of them. Finally his scanning fell apon Robert, Joes best friend in school.

Joe made his way, genuinly glad to see his friend agian.......

 

[poohlive]

"A lawyer?" his eyes shot unexpectantly at her, "Wow, you certainly did well for yourself."
He turned back to the school, seeing the forthcoming crowd. It was unbelievable, so many students actually came back. If it weren't for Angela...
He stopped his train of thought.
"Listen, this is a big event, and I'd feel a little awkward going in there alone. Do you mind being my escort for the evening?"
A smile brightened on his lips as he held out his hand.

 

[Guest]

Killer

I still remember the first time I used a knife.

And it wasnt on that Angela bitch either. Ohhhh, she did squirm though, I'll tell you that. The first time I ever used a knife was actually on someone they still havent found, or even known of yet. A homeless railroad bum.

He didnt put up to much of a stuggle, but still, it was wonderful.

Just standing there, watching him, and knowing he knew nothing of what was about to happen to him, that knife held in my hand, almost felt like a part of me.

I still cant belive he didnt hear me. I mean, I moved like a heard of wild elephants. But when he turned around, the look on his face was something I'll never forget.

That knife crashing down in his chest, and him screaming.
*Shivers*
It still gives me goosebumps, anyway, pulling it out, blood flying everywhere, and then doing it agian, repeatedly.

I think I stabbed him somewhere around 20 times, I cant remember.

After it was done though, I had this overwelming sense of calmness. And knew who had to be next...........

There are reasons for why I killed her, mind you, but to let you know now?

Why, that would just ruin it all.......

 

[Moneytalks]

Lucinda Li

Lucy tried to stiffle a yawn. She'd been up until 5am the night before and gotten barely any sleep after that. The motel being on a major interstate. Usually the sound of traffic didn't bother her... but lately.

She dawdled at the entrance to the gymnasium watching the growing crowd of people. She had been editor of the school magazine and her natural progression into the dog-eat-dog world of journalism hadn't come as a surprise to anyone. She had had to get a lot tougher out there in the real world and though she wasn't exactly world famous, she was well known in literary circles. Still, she glanced back at the limo's outside, obviously her line of work didn't pay as well as others. She shrugged and turned back to scan the crowd.

Her fingers itched to be holding a pad and pencil. She could probably interview a few people, poke around a bit. The killer never had been found after all. She shook her head as if to shake off the silly idea, but the thought remained with her as she finally entered the throng of people.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

Cat Garcias

I timidly took his hand. I felt a surge of hope and renewed energy.

"I would love to." I purred. I smiled at him, and took his hand. His warm, protecting hand...the hand that I remember all over....

Then...I realized, if people saw us coming in together....they would think such bad thoughts.....

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I walked in with him, smiling as he opened the door.

 

[Ravenloft]

Robert:

"Joe! Joe Monroe!" Robert greeted his old highschool buddy with a solid whap on the back. His smile still beemed as he took Joe's hand, and imediatly went into the old hand shake he and Joe had made up. It was kinda a test to see if he had remembered, sure enough he did. It instantly felt like old times for Robert. "Man! How the hell are ya?" He asked with genuine interest.