Teenagers in 1994 try to put an end to their town's curse before it is too late. Being 1 out of 3 survivors of a massacre can take a toll on a person. Y/n Berman and her sister Ziggy Berman are both survivors of the Camp Nightwing massacre. Both sis...
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Martin spoke as we walked. "As the mall's lead custodial engineer, I ensure that all retail establishments come equipped with the StoreSafe 250. This is your Cadillac of store gates. Now, the 250 prevents your standard smash-and-grab, graffiti, all while complying with the 70% visibility ordinance. Best part..." he lifted up the gate with ease. "Easy to operate."
"Why was this whole speech needed, if you could just do that?" I mumbled before hitting Ziggy hit me in the back of the head.
"Be nice." She whispered.
"Can read rig them for quick release?" Josh asked, thinking up a plan.
"Little grease, these things go down faster than a Sunnyvale cheerleader." Martin smirked at Ziggy. I faked a gag, causing them to roll their eyes.
Josh started talking. "Deena's the target now so the killers will go after Deena's blood just like they did with Sam. And then we use that to lure them into the stores, and then..."
Martin pulled down the gate. "Welcome to the clink, motherfucker."
"The killers will be locked up, then it's us versus Goode." Josh finished.
"OK, sure, awesome, but then what? Like how do we take out Goode?" Deena spoke.
I looked around at the shops. "Once they're down, how quickly can we get the gates back open?"
"Why would we want to do that?" Deena questioned.
I turned to Ziggy. "Science and Nature."
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Ziggy and I walked up to the Hanging Tree. Memories of that night filled my mind. Her's too. I stopped and closed my eyes. "Ziggy, it's happening again. The flashbacks, her death, everything."
She took my hand. "It's all ending tonight." Deena walked up behind us, causing me to jump.
"This is it." Deena spoke.
"Yup." Ziggy and I both answered before we walked away.
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We all stood underneath the hanging tree. Deena was giving us a pep talk. "Everyone says Shadyside sucks because it's full of shitty people, that bad things happen here because we're bad, that we deserve what we have coming. That's how it was for Sarah. And that's how it's been for us. But it's all bullshit. OK, just because we're weird and smart and different, doesn't mean they can feed us through their meat grinder. Not any more. It's been three centuries. No one else has gotten this far. It stops here...tonight. It stops with us. We're gonna kill this motherfucker. For Sarah. For Kate and Simon. For Cindy. For all of us. For Shadyside. Now let's do this."
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Squatting with her hand over a bucket Deena cut her hand. Squeezing it, so blood comes out. So it begins.
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a/n: this chapter is unedited. Hope this chapter met you expectations. Tysm for reading <3
