Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Trick or Treat ❯ The Test of the Killer Schoolgirl ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own fairies, princesses, ninjas, pirates, pirate ninjas, schoolgirls of the killer or dead variety, foxes, fox-girls, hobos, or candy companies of any sort. I also do not own the idea of haunted houses or portals to other dimensions. And I definitely do not own Nancy, Katy, Sapphire, Jaci, April, or David, although I do own myself. I think. I own The Voice, but not the person behind The Voice, whether that person be real or fictional or both.

 

Trick or Treat

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Chapter Five

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© 2007 Ohne Sie

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“This is ridiculous,” April mumbled, concentrating on trying to fit her key into a lock on a door. It didn't fit. She looked up for a moment, just to see who else was left, trying to find their doors. She, Nancy, and Sapphire appeared to be the only ones left. April wondered how long it had been since they had begun their search. She shook her head, trying to forget her thoughts, and instead simply focus on the doors. She tried door after door, occasionally looking up to see if her friends had found their own doors. Finally, she found her door. She turned the knob and walked into what appeared to be a classroom.

 

“What the…”

 

“Greetings, April. Welcome back to high school. Your goal is to kill people.”

 

“Wait, what?” April raised an eyebrow. “Come again?” She giggled. “Haha, I said, `come again.'”

 

“Yes, well. Anyway. You'll have to kill your classmates in order to find an object for me.”

 

“Uh…how does that work?”

 

“The object will be inside of one of them.”

 

“Dude, what the hell?! Are we in the movie Saw or something?”

 

“Um, no. Although it would seem that way. April, you must kill your classmates and search their…insides…until you find an object that doesn't belong.

 

“Ew,” April said. “Couldn't I just…you know…kill them like it's a video game, and have them sort of vanish, and I get, like, a hundred points or something?”

 

“Hmm…that's not a bad idea.” The Voice paused. “No. You have to kill them, and it will be bloody and messy. Don't worry, the object will be easy enough to find. I'll give you a hint, too. It's in the place of one of the person's vital organs.”

 

“Ew,” April said again.

 

“Do you understand what you have to do?”

 

“I guess. How much time do I have?”

 

“Luckily, I froze time for you, so you still have an hour and thirty-eight minutes. You'll probably need all of it. Now, go.”

 

April's ears were suddenly assaulted by the sound of hundreds of schoolchildren, all talking at once. She narrowed her eyes as a group of girls, clearly the popular crowd, approached.

 

“Look at that stupid emo girl,” one of them whispered. April smiled.

 

“You just made a huge mistake,” April said, pulling out her rubber dagger, which had mysteriously become a real, steel dagger. She stabbed the girl, who fell to the ground. The girl's friends kept walking as if nothing had happened. “Strange,” April muttered. She dropped down next to the wounded girl. Then she stabbed her again. She turned the girl over so that she was lying on her back, and she cut the girl open across her chest. April began pulling bloody organs and other body parts out of the girl, searching for whatever object she was supposed to find. “This is so disgusting.” Finally, she realized that this girl was not the vessel for the object. April stood.

 

Another group of students was walking by. April walked toward them and stabbed quickly at a random boy. He fell, and she cut him open in the same way as she had done to the girl before. He also did not contain any strange objects.

 

“How many of you people do I have to kill?” April screamed. A few children stared at her, but then they turned and continued walking as if nothing was amiss. “Weird…” April sighed, stabbing another random girl, and removing her organs, again, finding nothing. She repeated this process four times, to no avail.

 

April ran through the hallways, looking for someone who might be promising. Finally, she saw her target: the head cheerleader. April smirked, wielding her dagger, and charged at the girl. The cheerleader saw her, but she didn't run away. She fell as April stabbed her through the heart…or what should have been the heart. Instead of a “squish” sound, the heart made a “clang” sound. April frowned. She cut open the girl, and pulled out the strange object: a monkey holding cymbals, sitting on a box. She picked it up and almost dropped it when it started playing music. “Uh…weird.” April walked to the main entrance of the school and opened the doors. Instead of finding herself outside, she was in a strange room, with a single desk containing three items (a candelabrum, sheet music, and a diamond ring) and several paintings on the walls.

 

“Put the monkey on the desk and leave through the other door,” The Voice instructed.

 

“Okay, but you're making it way too obvious to people who you are.”

 

“You're not allowed to spoil this, April. Put the monkey on the table and leave through the other door.”

 

“Fine, fine.” April did as The Voice told her and arrived in the crimson-colored room.

 

“What happened to you?” Katy asked, pointing at the additional blood adorning April's uniform.

 

“Don't ask.” April shook her head. “Hey, do you guys know how much time is left?”

 

David pointed to a timer at the far end of the room.

 

“Forty-five minutes? Seriously? That took an hour?”

 

“We're so screwed,” David said. “So completely and totally screwed.”