ACT 2 - Their Eyes.

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A grim night.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

The whispers of yesterday have stopped.

The roar of today has been silenced.

Their screams for tomorrow have been muffled

"Three is such a lonely number don't you think?"

"Well... that depends. And what do you mean three? Don't you know how to count anymore?"

A passing conversation.

There voices were low and cynical.

"Uh-huh, no—I'm right, you need to check your head up, I'm the one who killed them, I'm pretty sure how many people I've killed."

The other figure shook their head

"Whatever. Just be cautious. That bastard almost caught you last time."

"Please, the student council president is powerless, he isn't even here anymore."

"I suppose. But then again, our next move is truly risqué."

"Mark the calendar then. In 5 days time, we'll have a wonderful celebration!"

"Yes, well it truly is wonderful."

The two laughed. A sickly harsh yet sweet laugh.

"Let's have more fun!"

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