PART 3

When Thomas awoke, he was back in his room; his body ached from his injuries last night, why was he targeted? He knew he wasn't The Scar-Face Reaper, but they kept saying he was. He looked around his room, hung his right hand, and rubbed his eyes. He saw across the hall that his mom and her friend were still sleeping, so he decided to get up, after all, the sun was up. He scanned his room, noticing the story he was working on was moved only slightly. Thomas was a decently successful author, primarily writing romance tales because it was the genre which garnered him the most views online. Thomas looked like a young Stephen King, he even wore glasses too. He began to walk into the living room, when he heard a knock at the door. He walked to the door and slowly opened it. It was J-JOE.

J-JOE was a massive horror movie buff, he could name every 80's horror movie from A to Z with thinking about it, while Thomas never really liked that stuff, but would watch them with him occasionally.

"Why did you knock?" Thomas whispered.

"I heard you getting up and figured I would see you before school. You looked a little shaken up last night, so I thought I would say that," J-JOE answered, with concern in his voice.

"So...," J-JOE smiled at Thomas like he wanted something, "My Dad scored some movies, like, some difficult to find kind of movies, you in?" Thomas nodded and smirked a little.

"Yeah, my Dad got them from a dealer who stole them. He didn't mean to, they're on his hard drive, and there's even music on some of them, really good stuff. What do you say?" J-JOE smiled and looked at him.

"Sure, yeah, um, what kind of movies though?" Asked Thomas.

"Slasher movies." J-JOE smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Slasher movies? Like, kill people in a summer camp, right? Kind of an old school flick?" Thomas looked at J-JOE like he had no idea what he was talking about.

"Nope, not just old school, like, some of them are actually recent. Anyway, my Dad wants us to watch them, kind of see if we think there's anything worth copying." J-JOE nodded his head and smirked at Thomas.

"Like, you know, maybe someone would want some of those." Thomas shrugged and looked at J-JOE, confused, "What kind of movies are on it? A Nightmare On Elm Street? Friday the 13th? My Bloody Valentine?" Asked Thomas.

"Dude, there's tons! I'm talking about the ones you just mentioned, plus, like, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Scream but the one you're thinking of, it's the other one. And, like, Prowler, all three Halloween's, the Maniac Cop trilogy, and also I think Terror Train." Thomas' eyes got wide. J-JOE nodded and smiled and then said, "It's a ton of slashers. Kind of, like, if you want to make the next Freddy you have to watch them, like, now." Thomas smiled and nodded, "That's cool."

"Cool, no pressure there." J-JOE chuckled and smiled, "You know, I think I could survive one of those films. I know enough about horror, I should be able to do it."

"I don't know man, I wouldn't make any promises, but I probably could." Thomas smirked.

"Are you saying I would die? Bitch, I would kill it in a horror movie scenario." J-JOE snapped his fingers.

"You would probably live." Thomas chuckled.

"Yeah, like, that's the movie, I go in there and all these people are staring at me, and someone like, I don't know, like, the guy from Poltergeist or something, but he kind of just stares at me and, like, I don't know what to do. And then I turn and face the killer and then I get it over with." J-JOE shook his head and frowned, then frowned and smiled, "I wouldn't die, I'd be the final girl." Thomas and J-JOE laughed at the same time.

"You can act, can't you? Are you, like, a drama major or something? Or, are you a theater guy?" Thomas grinned.

"Also, you would probably die too, because I don't want to offend you, but just because your name is Thomas doesn't make you Tommy Jarvis."

"Hey!" Shouted Thomas.

"It's true."

"No it's not! I could survive just as much as you can." Thomas pouted.

"I'm just saying man, you never know."

Thomas glanced at J-JOE; he was wearing a white hoodie, black shoes, jeans, and a photography camera strewn about his neck; his back was turned to Thomas. Thomas saw J-JOE wink, and J-JOE walked out.

Thomas sighed, knowing that his only friend left was talking to him again. He walked back to his room and pulled on a black sweater with a white collared shirt underneath and a pair of jeans. Thomas then got his backpack, and pulled out the iPod he bought. He put his earphones in and pulled up his playlist.

He needed to get into shape before the end of school. As he pushed play on his iPod, he sat down on his bed and began to run through his playlist. He was listening to "What Would You Say," by 'N Sync, when he saw some headlights turn into his driveway. Thomas glanced at the clock and saw it was 7:50 AM.

"J-JOE's probably waiting for me," Thomas thought, leading him to jump up from the bed.

He opened the front door and walked outside. When he got out, he heard a screeching of tires behind him, and looked in the direction of the sound. The car then sped off into the distance. He turned to the left and began to walk down towards his bus stop.

His song finished, and Thomas pressed play on his playlist. Thomas's song, 'Ice Ice Baby,' began to play. He walked down the path leading to the bus stop, staring at the full moon in the sky. As he walked, Thomas heard a car roaring down the street behind him, when the sound grew closer he realized it was the school bus. He made it just on time. Thomas got on the bus and headed to school.

On the bus, Thomas sat by himself and closed his eyes, when suddenly his earphones stopped playing. He sighed and opened his eyes. He heard people talking to each other; they were whispering. He thought it was mildly interesting. He sat in his seat and began to ignore the whispering. He didn't pay any attention. He looked out the window, and glanced at the students getting on the bus.

Thomas closed his eyes and sat there quietly until he opened his eyes. He saw a guy in his Science class, Liam. Thomas's eyes widened, and Liam noticed it. He spoke up and said,

"What do you think you're doing?"

Thomas replied, "Sleeping."

His song finished, and Thomas pressed play on his playlist. Thomas's song, 'Ice Cold,' also by Vanilla Ice, began to play. He walked down the path leading to the bus stop, staring at the full moon in the sky. As he walked, Thomas heard a car roaring down the street behind him, when the sound grew closer he realized it was the school bus. He made it just on time. Thomas got on the bus and headed to school.

On the bus, Thomas sat by himself and closed his eyes, when suddenly his earphones stopped playing. He sighed and opened his eyes. He heard people talking to each other; they were whispering. He thought it was mildly interesting. He sat in his seat and began to ignore the whispering. He didn't pay any attention. He looked out the window, and glanced at the students getting on the bus.

Thomas closed his eyes and sat there quietly until he opened his eyes. He saw a guy in his Science class, Liam. Thomas's eyes widened, and Liam noticed it. He spoke up and said, "What do you think you're doing?"

Thomas replied, "Sleeping."

Liam smiled and said, "No, seriously, what are you doing?"

Thomas turned and stared at Liam, then replied, "Sleeping."

"Right...," said Liam. "But, I mean what are you doing specifically? Are you falling asleep or you're just dozing off? Do you have a special reason for sleeping at this time of day?"

"I don't know," said Thomas, "I just woke up. You know.

Liam gave Thomas an incredulous look, he was surprised that Thomas was not completely clueless. Thomas was listening to the song, "Ice Ice Baby" which can induce a mild state of hypnosis, and if the listener wasn't careful - Ice Ice Baby could smoke an MC like a pound of bacon.

"Well...I guess that's a good enough reason," said Liam, as he turned back to the front of the bus.

Liam told Thomas, "There's this really cool drug called LSD. I took it a few times and it was really fun. I told this guy about it but he wouldn't believe me. You know, people these days, they don't believe you when you tell them about stuff. I'm surprised they believed you about that sleeping thing. But, I think you need to get some LSD."

"He what?!" Something in the back of Thomas's head nagged at him, like an incredible urge to murder out of nowhere.

"No, you'd be OK. If you do it right, there won't be any long lasting side-effects. Some people go completely crazy but there's a way to take it and it won't ruin your life. I think you should try it."

"I don't know. I mean, it'd be cool but there's no way in hell I'm taking any drugs. There's no point in messing with the brain. Besides, the bus driver will see me..."

Liam interrupted, "That's exactly why you should do it. It's the bus driver that could ruin your life. I know he's scary, but it's up to you to do what's best for you. It's not a problem, you just take the right pills and he won't have any idea."

Thomas was silent. It was like he was debating something internally, Thomas didn't feel right about this. Liam was kind of insistent that they should try LSD.

"Yeah, no..." Thomas declined Liam's offer, "Okay, don't do it...," said Liam.

"Thanks a lot," said Thomas.

Liam, a guy who would have been on the cover of any magazine, looked down at Thomas and said, "Well, I tried.

Thomas replied, "Whatever."

Liam said nothing and he looked at the ground. The bus driver turned on his headlights and the rest of the bus's passengers began to sit up straight.

Thomas looked back out the window and saw the school. It was nearing 7:45 in the morning and the bus started to pull away. Thomas smiled a toothy grin. This was going to be fun.

Eventually, the school bus arrived at its destination, and everyone got off. Bayboro High was a typical American high school with a rich athletic history: football, basketball, softball, baseball, soccer, tennis, track, volleyball, golf, cheerleading and student council, along with a slew of clubs and organizations. Its marching band, the Falcons, was nationally ranked. Its dance team, the Sugar Drops, was consistently competitive.

But when it came to bullying and harassment of students, things got a little odd.

For four years, school officials, and even the students themselves, didn't know anything about an annual "paint party" where a handful of students, wearing gorilla suits, would stand in the school lobby and defecate in front of as many students as they could. They would then proceed to throw the feces at each other.

At the end of each day, the pranksters would put the costumes back on, make their way to the school's exit, and wash away what little was left of their work. To Thomas, they all deserved to be expelled, and that's why school officials, after a complaint from parents, did what most schools do and expelled the most egregious offenders.

Thomas made his way to the front entrance of Bayboro High, where a uniformed deputy waited by the front doors, ready to greet him. Thomas smiled and walked up to the officer, and as he did he noticed one of the new students, a red-headed boy whose name tag read, "Reed." Thomas wondered if Reed was new. They probably assigned the redhead a locker on the opposite side of the hall from the rest of the freshmen. The red-headed boy looked the other way as Thomas approached.

When Thomas walked into the hallway, he was immediately assaulted by the smell of bleach.

Thomas gagged, but somehow managed to force down the sour saliva in his throat. The bleach had a peculiarly awful smell, and it was mixed in with some other chemical, maybe from an industrial laundry somewhere. It made his eyes water and caused his skin to break out in hives.

The smell was so horrible that it had an effect on the other students. A few of them stopped to cough. Even worse, a few students had run from the hallway to escape the awful smell. Even more disturbing was the fact that other kids, students who weren't coughing, were making jokes about the odor. They laughed at the sight of a bunch of kids all bent over from the smell.

But it didn't stop there. For some reason, the school custodians chose that day to do the weekly clean-up in the high school, so they had a bunch of big, industrial, industrial-strength, chemical-powered, steam-and-water cleaners and a bunch of cleaning chemicals in the school.

Thomas couldn't handle the smell anymore, and he didn't know what to do. So he walked right out of the front doors and into the parking lot. There were only a few of the freshmen there, and none of them seemed affected by the bleach odor. They all had their backpacks on their backs, and they seemed like they were going about their day. Then Thomas felt someone tap his shoulder, "Guess you couldn't handle bleach too, huh?" J-JOE joked.

J-JOE was a friend of Thomas, he was the club president of Bayboro High's morning news program, as well as the school's photography club. He always talked in a stupid jokey manner, but it always made Thomas chuckle.

Thomas looked over at J-JOE and smiled. "Not really," he said, taking a sip of water from his plastic bottle. J-JOE smiled back, and when he did his braces caught Thomas' attention. J-JOE's braces made his smile seem even bigger than it had before.

"I see you have all your teeth, you didn't go the Braces Make You Look Good route, did you?" Thomas grinned and winked. J-JOE smiled back and winked back. Thomas didn't have time to think about the braces. Something else had caught his attention. It was Liam, except he was looking around suspiciously, as if he was making sure nobody was watching. His eyes seemed so suspiciously bright, as if they were lit from within. He was looking at the red-headed boy, Reed, but the boy just kept walking.

Liam then turned around and went inside Bayboro High's science center, and even though Liam had a reputation as a science geek, his action of entering the science building this time felt off.

"Hey man, I gotta go." Thomas then walked away from J-JOE.

"Alright, I'll see you later," J-JOE said as Thomas walked away.

Thomas made his way down the halls of Bayboro High. He followed Liam into the science lab. A few of the science teachers were there already. They were in the back of the lab, talking about some science thing. It was pretty hard to tell what the science was about, and it was even harder to tell if it was something Liam might have done or not. Thomas kept his eyes on Liam, trying to see if Liam had seen what he had done.

Liam was the only one inside the science lab. He was there by himself. Not the kind of place that he would ever be found in if Thomas was to walk in.

Thomas stopped a few feet from the entrance to the science lab, and he couldn't help but grin. The grin spread from his face down to his chin. His grin didn't show his excitement, but it still took up most of his face. His eyes were bright, almost more bright than they normally were. Thomas wasn't in control anymore, The Scar-Face Reaper was. With the smile spreading like wildfire down his face, The Scar-Face Reaper stood still and started to tremble with excitement. Liam was about to be punished for his crimes: owning LSD.

Putting on his outfit, The Scar-Face Reaper suddenly busted out laughing, "Oh boy!" The Scar-Face Reaper laughed, and he laughed as loud as he could. He almost fell over from the sound. "It's a good day to be evil!" The Reaper grinned.

Liam heard the Reaper's maniacal laughter as he was about to finish his experiment, and as usual, Liam was nervous to begin with. He was not even supposed to be in the science lab that day, but with the recent rash of thefts from the science department, Liam had been instructed to begin a new safety measure at Bayboro High.

It involved Liam getting a security pass to go into the science lab when he was done with his experiment. Liam felt nervous, but he tried to act the part. With a nod of his head and a smile of sorts, Liam walked to the wall where his pass was attached.

As he walked over to the wall with the pass attached to it, Liam couldn't believe it. All of his paranoia and fear seemed to hit him with a punch in the face. There stood The Scar-Face Reaper.

"Oh, Liam," The Reaper said, sounding as if he was in complete control. "You're my boy, always have been, always will be. I don't care what you're doing. I don't care what kind of crime you're thinking of committing. This is the day that you decide what kind of person you want to be. Right this moment, Liam, you can choose to be a hero or you can choose to be an evil monster."

Liam just stared, shocked and speechless. What was the Reaper talking about? Why would he be talking like that? The Scar-Face Reaper was his hero, the only hero that ever really made a difference. The Scar-Face Reaper had a reputation of only killing criminals, like a murderous hall-monitor, Liam wasn't a criminal, at least he thought he wasn't.

The Reaper then stood up and put on a pair of blue-tinted glasses, he had become a scientist! He started saying things like, "Now, in order to find the answer to our question, we must first find out the speed of light, and how a photon interacts with an atom!"

He started waving his arms around like it was the start of a science experiment, and he started talking to someone. The person didn't even notice him, Liam could tell. The Scar-Face Reaper had started talking to himself. He had always been a very weird person, and this was just further proof that he was a nutcase.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy," The Reaper said as he stared at Liam. The Scar-Face Reaper then suddenly got a weird look on his face. He then stopped looking at Liam and started looking at something up in the rafters. He put his hands in front of his face and started pointing at something.

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it! This has never happened before!" The Reaper excitedly proclaimed. He then turned around and he started walking towards the back of the lab, still yelling, "I can't believe it!" The Reaper was moving as fast as he could move, with his hands still in front of his face, he was like a maniac on a mission.

It was then that Liam could feel the panic starting to set in. He didn't understand the feeling at first. He was just scared, really scared.

"Don't worry about anything. I have it all under control."

The Scar-Face Reaper had to say that, because otherwise Liam was going to start screaming for help.

"Don't worry about a thing, '' he said, "It's going to be alright."

Liam began to cry, "Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything, I'm not a criminal, honest!"

The Scar-Face Reaper couldn't say anything back. He had no words, only actions. In his left hand, he had Liam's security pass, with his right hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hunting knife. Liam could feel his body tense, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. His mind raced.

Reaching the end of the wall, the Reaper made a sharp thrust with his knife and tore open Liam's stomach, gutting him like a fish. Blood spurted like a fountain as he landed face-first onto the hard concrete. Liam watched in shock as the Reaper climbed up the wall with his knife held in his right hand, keeping the bloody knife in his left. Something was very wrong with this image. Liam's breath came in wheezy gasps, while the Reaper watched him with empty eyes. Then Liam's vision began to get weird, not weird like he was going blind, but the kind of weird that only one type of drug could do: LSD.

"So that's why, huh? Because I had a little LSD? Hahaha!" Laughing maniacally, Liam said, while the Reaper stared at him in disgust.

Then the hallucination got worse. Liam was inside a cave, walking along on a path made of dark, heavy rock. The wind was whipping around him, threatening to push him into the crevices and caverns surrounding him.

"Oh, come on, man. I've seen this before. I'm not the first person to do drugs." Liam was saying as he felt a small drop of blood trickle down his cheek. A bit of it smeared off onto the stone as he tried to wipe it away, but it wouldn't come off. It was like he was trying to wash a giant scar off his face.

His body trembled and he began to feel sick to his stomach. Suddenly, the wind seemed to get even more angry. It felt as if a hurricane was coming, and something inside of Liam was afraid of what was going to happen. The cave got darker and more eerily still as the night fell upon the valley. The wind grew louder, and finally, it started to rain. The drops of water landed on his face like the face of a god, striking every pore in his body, but not making him feel any better.

The rain lasted for a good long time, and the longer the rain got, the more Liam's heart started pounding. He tried to call out for someone, but no sound came out of his mouth, not even a croak. He wasn't sure if he was able to. He was just hoping that something would come out of his mouth and maybe, if it did, he would know what it meant.

Maybe it meant he wasn't going crazy.

Finally, the wind and the rain subsided, and the valley fell back to its quiet, still state. Liam looked down at his hands, and sure enough, they were bleeding. One of them was dripping blood onto the ground while the other was dripping blood into his pants. He didn't know how it happened, but Liam was bleeding out of his hands.

Then, as the day dawned, Liam began to realize how heavy his head felt. He was sweating a lot. He felt weak and weary. The feeling of being exhausted was so foreign to him. All he could think about was how much he wanted to sleep. He had been having such strange hallucinations and a strange body reaction to LSD, it was as if his body was going through withdrawal. His brain and his body wanted him to go to sleep. But his mind was too alert for that.

The hallucinations started to disappear as the days passed. The sun got higher and higher, and the valley was coming into bloom, as green as green could be. Then Liam watched as the sun fell, night returned and the moon rose, Liam was confronted by a pack of masked figures holding knives. Liam could see the moonlit blade of one of them when he blinked, but he had no idea how it got there. The figures were surrounding him in every direction, except the one he was facing. Liam felt trapped, with nowhere to go. It was like there was nothing he could do about it. His arms and legs were tied with chains, making it impossible for him to escape. He closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

When he awoke, he felt no different. The people were gone. All he could see was a bright, white light radiating around him. Liam's body felt warm and sweaty, and he felt rested for the first time in months. Slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed around him, taking in his new surroundings. He stood on a grassy hill looking down at the valley, his arms and legs bound, making it impossible for him to move. He was on a grassy hill with a small garden below him. Next to the garden was a small hut made of thin logs that were covered in shingles. The shingles glowed brightly in the pale moonlight. The garden was all lit up as if it was ablaze.

Liam's body felt weaker, he felt as if he was losing his energy to keep moving. He felt like he could sleep for days. Not a day, but what seemed like a lifetime. Liam felt a sudden burning pain in his chest and he screamed in agony. A loud screeching noise was made by the other creatures, and a large, black wolf was staring at Liam from several yards away. Liam's vision was getting blurry again. He looked up and saw the wolf was growling and had its jaws open, ready to strike at him.

Then, suddenly, the wolf was gone, leaving Liam alone, with no explanation, and feeling more exhausted than he'd ever felt before. The night was still full of life, but all that was in the world was Liam. Liam closed his eyes, laid his head back down and fell back asleep.

Liam was now awake, and he could feel the sun shining directly on his face. He couldn't really see much beyond the bright light, but he could see what looked like a fire. It was burning and the flames were throwing shadows, one shadow looked like a man, then another, another, another. He was starting to get afraid. It looked like there were dozens of people there, some holding knives, some others had guns. Liam felt weak and his body ached from all the pain he was feeling. And, he could hear screaming, just a little bit, but it was getting worse by the second. He began to panic.

The people approached Liam slowly, grins dawning on their faces, as they approached Liam realized one of these people wasn't dressed similarly to the others; they were dressed as The Scar-Face Reaper. He was the leader of the pack, and the most vicious of the lot. The Reaper reached Liam and he grabbed Liam by his throat, choking him. Liam wasn't sure if he was in hell, but he knew this place wasn't hell. Hell was the dark, cold, and endless place that no one who goes there ever returns from. This was worse.

The Reaper took Liam's blood from his hands and held it up to the sun. A small drop of blood splashed onto the earth below, and turned the grass red. Then, all of a sudden, the Reaper stopped. Liam watched, with bated breath as the Reaper released his grip on his neck. He looked at Liam, and Liam stared back at the Reaper, who then took out a knife and raised it to his throat. He turned to the people behind him and said, "I said I wanted his blood, and I will have it, and he better hope to go to heaven because he will not be going to hell."

Liam's heart was pounding so fast, it was echoing in his ears. All he could see was his own blood on the Reaper's blade. Then, as if the Reaper was possessed by something evil, he plunged the knife into his own throat. He released Liam from his hold, and Liam watched in disbelief as the Reaper just stared blankly at him. He put his hand to his throat and Liam watched as his blood came out, in the same manner the water did, and rolled down his neck. A small, red drop of blood trickled down his neck and then his chin. And then he was gone.

Liam couldn't even move, he was feeling so weak. He knew the smell of blood that was coming from his hands, so it couldn't be too bad. That would be a sign that it was bad. He felt as if he was going to die. As if he was going to bleed out. Liam was weak, and very scared. He had no one left to turn to, no one left to be scared for, but himself.

Liam sat there and waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he was sure it was going to happen any moment.

A soft, gentle breeze blew on Liam's face. He closed his eyes and laid his head back down. He felt the soft grass and he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin. He could hear the chirping of the birds that sat on the trees nearby, and he felt happy that there were things around him that made him feel calm and happy. Liam grew weaker by the minute, but for some odd reason, he grew to accept this outcome. He was happy here, it was like heaven. Liam never awoke.

The Scar-Face Reaper watched as the lights left Liam's eyes, he looked so peaceful in his final moments. The Scar-Face Reaper then walked over to the sink in the science lab, turned on the water, then took off his gloves, and washed his hands.

"I wished I didn't have to kill you Liam, Thomas really liked you; it's a shame you became a druggie, a real shame." The Scar-Face Reaper said with a sigh of regret. The Scar-Face Reaper watched as the lights left Liam's eyes, he looked so peaceful in his final moments. The Scar-Face Reaper then walked over to the sink in the science lab, turned on the water, then took off his gloves, and washed his hands.

The Scar-Face Reaper left his crime scene untouched, scanning the hallways The Scar-Face Reaper noticed there were no students present, exactly as he hoped The Scar-Face Reaper then took off his mask and threw it into the water. The Scar-Face Reaper then took off his outfit and threw it into his backpack.

Thomas stood there confused, had he been standing in front of the science room for 5 minutes? Either way, it was weird. Why had he come here in the first place? It was then he remembered he saw Liam suspiciously enter the science building, and that he followed him to this room, so why was he just standing there for what seemed like 5 minutes? Was he nervous? Was this him being nervous?

This question was never answered. Instead, he opened the door and saw the lifeless body of his friend. He gasped. Liam's throat had been slit, his stomach torn, Liam laid there dead.

"Oh my god!" Thomas gasped. He then ran over to Liam, grabbing his shirt and checking for a pulse. "Liam? Liam! Please... Liam! Please wake up!" Thomas said with a loud voice. Thomas then walked over to the sink to see what he could do, he put on some gloves, opened the tap and turned on the water, putting his hands under the water, and cupping them, he then felt a pulse.

"Liam! Liam! Please! Wake up!" Thomas screamed again. He felt more than just a pulse, he felt like it was growing stronger. Thomas thought maybe Liam could hear him, and he wasn't really dead after all.

"Liam! PLEASE! Don't die on me now! PLEASE!" Thomas said as tears were welling up in his eyes. He then stopped crying and walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed the body of Liam, pulling him over to him and holding him in his arms. "No... don't go, please..." Thomas said, holding Liam.

Thomas then ran to a storage closet and got a plastic bag, ripping it open he grabbed some towels and a towel rack. "Maybe I can wrap you up?" Thomas said, placing the plastic bag over Liam. "Maybe I can heal you?" Thomas asked, placing the bag over Liam's wound, and trying to make it as tight as possible. "That should hold you right there, don't let go..." Thomas said as he tried to tighten the plastic bag as best he could. "Don't die on me Liam, please... I can't lose you... PLEASE..." Thomas said through tears as he sat down on the floor next to Liam, and took his shirt off.

"You're lucky to have a friend like Thomas as a friend, you know that right?" A Voice said from the darkness.

"Who was that?" Thomas asked, holding Liam in his arms, a tear ran down his face.

"It's me dude," J-JOE said as he moved further into Thomas's view, "Jesus Christ, what happened to him?!"

"I don't know, but he needs help!" Thomas's heart was racing; he was the first to discover Liam's lifeless body, he wanted to save Liam, after all, Liam was a good person with a minor drug addiction. The thought of this made Thomas sick.

Thomas didn't even think of any alternatives, he just wanted Liam to live. He was more likely to save him, rather than let him die, Thomas knew this. Thomas then looked down to see that the plastic bag was tight, he was almost there; he held Liam's hands as tight as possible.

Thomas then placed his hand on the inside of the bag and started to pray. "Please don't let go of me now, I'm gonna wrap you up as tight as I can, you're not going to die, I promise..."

"I...I, uh... I'm gonna call 911." J-JOE stated. He quickly took out his cell phone, smacking his camera in the process, and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"We found one of our classmates murdered in a classroom, send help! For the love of God, send help!" J-JOE panicked.

"Okay, okay, slow down, what's your location?" The operator asked.

"He's in the science lab, um... Oh, he's in the science lab at Bayboro High" J-JOE said as he continued to hold his camera up to his eye, filming Liam, Thomas, and himself.

"Ok, and what room is this located in?" The operator asked.

"The science room, um, A-203, I think?" J-JOE couldn't think straight.

"Okay, just stay on the line please, I'll get my unit on the way. What's your name sir?" The operator asked.

"James Jonansburg!" J-JOE yelled back, "Just get here, please!"

"Thank you, we're sending officers over to you now, please stay still." The operator instructor.

"Thank you, we're sending officers over to you now, please stay still." The operator instructor.

"Okay, okay, I will, I will!" J-JOE said, "Thank you! Thank you!" J-JOE said, "God bless you!" J-JOE said as he hung up his phone. He turned his camera to Thomas, filming him for a second before handing it back to his phone. "I've got to get out of here, get to class. I'm not going to be able to live with myself if this gets out to the whole school! They will know who did this! They'll know who I am, they'll know what I've been doing! I have to get out of here!" J-JOE panicked.

"Okay, okay, calm down, I've got you! You're not going anywhere, alright? You need to stay here and wait for help, if they'll think you did it, and you know how our justice system is!" Thomas said as he kept on praying.

J-JOE just sat there for a few minutes. Thomas was still trying to pray for Liam, J-JOE was starting to get freaked out, he had to tell them, his friends at school, the ones that would keep him in school, all of them, they would know who the murderer was. If they'd think he did it, the school would come down on him, he couldn't go to school, he'd be outcast. This was his chance to get out of Bayboro, and just get the hell out of the Bayboro area. But, there was something else he had to think about. Why was Thomas the one to find Liam's body? What the hell was going on? He needed to get his story straight, before his friends at school came up with all kinds of shit. And all this talking about Liam dying in the science room, that could look really bad. But, he had to get out of there now. This would just have to be his story, because for some odd reason; he couldn't trust Thomas right now.

J-JOE thought to himself, "Could he have…? No… But, maybe?" He didn't know what to think right now, could Thomas have killed Liam? He didn't want to think about it, but it was the most likely idea. J-JOE left Thomas with Liam.

"Well fuck me then…" J-JOE waited for the police to arrive.