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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"Jesus, careful!" Martin seethed as Ziggy pulled his arm.
"Be quiet!" I whispered to both of them.
"Why?"
Ziggy looked around. "There's someone here." The sound of heavy footsteps behind us, and a flashing light was enough to make the three of us jump.
"Police! Hands up! Hands up!"
Non-compliantly Ziggy argued. "Listen! You don't have any idea what's going on! You're gonna die if you don't listen to me!" Martin put his hands up without argument, trying to talk over Ziggy. These two act like an old married couple. Martin started squealing in order to stop Ziggy from talking.
"We cool." Martin interrupted.
The cop turned his flashlight before putting on a surprised face. "Are you kidding me? Drop your weapon." My eyes quickly wandered to my water gun that the cop hadn't seen yet. He was focused on Martin and Ziggy. They did what he instructed, sliding it to him. "We got the 5150—" The sound of the officer being stabbed was enough to for me. Once his body fell limp, the 'Milkman' killer was revealed. Martins screams were soon to follow.
"Shit." I muttered before getting up and running, Ziggy was pulling Martin along.
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"Ok, I need you to focus because the plan is still on, OK?" Ziggy coaxed a traumatized Martin. We prepared to leave before Martin pulled her back.
He gripped onto her arm for dear life. "Wait, wait, wait. You're leaving?"
"Hold fast. Stay out of their way. They'll walk right by you." I put the rope in Martins hand before signaling for Ziggy to come on. We split up. I crouched down in front of the gate, preparing to pull the rope. The sound of Ruby Lane's singing was heard quite clearly. The sound of footsteps behind me were from the 'Skull Mask Killer'. He walked into the store, knife at the ready. As he got further in, I pulled the rope, leading to the gate falling down. Tying it back the sound of multiple gates rattling was imminent.
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"Tommy..." I whispered as he sprinted into the store. Memories of what he had done came back. Quickly pushing them aside I pulled the rope. Once I was all out of rope, I expected the gate to close. Getting up, I pulled it down with my hands, in hopes for it to close. Tommy got closer and closer but the gate wouldn't close. Pushing it down with my foot, it finally gave in. Tommy tried to hit me with his axe but the gate stopped him. "Who have you become?" I mumbled before running away.
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"Four. We have four. I got half of them. Ziggy took the other half." I spoke, crouching down near the rest of the group. "SkullMask, Nightwing."
"No Ruby?" Deena questioned, her voice laced with fear. We shook our heads no.
"Y-Y-Yo!" Martin called, gaining our attention. "Why's it get so quiet?" We all peaked over the counter.
My breath hitched once I understand what was happening. "It's him."
"You don't have to do this." Deena whispered to me.
"Yes, I do."
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a/n: this chapter is unedited. Hope this chapter met you expectations. Tysm for reading <3
