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Delilah looked at Eugene, her eyebrow raised in question. "Wait, where do you think you're going?" She asked as she grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop amd look at her. She shook her head. "Youre not going by yourself. I'll go with you. We'll have better luck with more people." She then looked around at everyone else, hoping that they'd all be in on it, but secretly hoping not. More people would be more help, but it also meant more kills for the fucker in the halls.

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A soft, unsteady voice spoke up.

"I'll go with you guys."

Ramona had calmed down considerably, and her face was determined, even with the remnants of tears on her cheeks.

Lila turned towards her, "Ramona..."

"I want to help out. Safety in numbers, right?"

Lila gave her a doubtful look.

"Don't worry," Ramona stood up, taking a knife from the table, "I'm not helpless."

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If Ramsy knew anything about horror movies, he knew that they'd just be picked off one by one You know everyone....no...wait...more than likely, my black ass will get fucked up before any of you. Even if I'm with you, I'll probably be the first to die...but shit...probably gonna die in this cafeteria too....fuck it...

Delilah looked at Ramona in shock. She was the last one an expected to volunteer for this little search party of theirs. Ramsy too. She chuckled nervously at his comment, then looked back at Eugene. A small flicker of hope filled her eyes and she raised her eyebrows, a small smile spreading across her lips.

Looking back at everyone else, Delilah felt he heart rate spike, and adrenaline started to surge through her. "We can do this." She said softly as she released Eugenes arm and stood up a little straighter. "One guy against all of us? He doesnt stand a chance." She hoped to lighten and strengthen everyones spirits with her comment, even her own.

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"yeah, one guy can't go against all of us!", he was sure they would all be able to take on the clown, he was sure. "grab what's left of the knives and we'll go after it." he said triumphantly, triumphantly, sure. He still had his knife out, holding it in both hands he looked out the small window in the door, he couldn't see it, nor Aaron.

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With a sigh, Ramsy looked at them. Alright...my scary ass is ready but I swear, if you guys try to use me as a sacrifice,
I will haunt y'all asses. He had to mention before looking around for a knife to join the party. Damn....I wish my cousin was here...he's usually strapped.

Again, Delilah chuckled at Ramsy. He was so dramatic sometimes. She watched as Eugene looked out the door window and her grip on the knife tightened. "Please be alright, Aaron. Please still be alive."

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The maniac had heard the boy that had run off. Heard him making noise as if he were digging through things. Sounded like it came from an area he figured was the Gym. If that was the case, he was probably looking for something to attack him with.

He continued down the hall and rounded the corner. There, he decided to stay for a time. Wait. Surely someone would come out and he'd be waiting. Underneath his mask, he grinned.

Despite her confident words, Ramona was terrified. Her hands were shaking so much, it was a wonder she could keep her grip on her knife. Even though she felt terrible, she would only feel worse cooped up in the cafeteria.

Ramsy’s words made her laugh a little, “I think if anyone’s going to die, it’ll be me. I’m, like, the least badass person ever.”

Plus, if we’re in a horror movie, they love killing off lesbians, she wanted to add, but decided against it. Nobody here knew that about her. Nobody at all, actually. She had kept her orientation a secret ever since she had stopped denying it. Logically, she didn’t think anyone would give her shit about it, but she was still afraid to come out. Plus, if Lila knew she liked girls, she might put the pieces together and recognize Ramona’s crush on her.

She started shaking a little harder, thinking about the situation. She didn’t want to die before she could come out.

No, stop. You won’t be any help to anyone if you’re freaking out.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She hoped no one had noticed her mini-breakdown.

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Aaron slowly edged out into the hall. "H-h-hey f-fucker! Come and g-get me!" He wasn't about to slowly fade into the dark, afraid and nothing accomplished. "At the v-very least I'm t-taking you with m-me!" He readied his bat, his grip slippery and sweaty. He walked down the hall. "I swear to f-fucking g-god if you of all f-fucking people are b-being a c-coward I'll kill you myself!" He yelled. He wasn't afraid anymore. He just wished he had done something in his life instead of hiding from the rest of the world, playing video games on the couch with his few friends. "Do it." He said, quieter. "Kill me." His grip on the bat was tight again, ready. "At least I'm going with a bang."
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Ramsy always had something to say, hearing the girls chuckle a little from his comment, he shrugged Shit, for real though.
It's always someone that wants to be the hero that survives and the ones that wants nothing to do with this, get slaughtered and ass raped.
The ones that always die are blacks, sexy hos, and innocent people. he mentioned while looking at Ramona Well...shit...you a little cute too...yeah you dead like me....but that straight though...means we gotta stick together.
But if you get caught.....*sigh* nice knowing ya.. Ramsy wasn't trying to be cruel but he just complained about things at times and spoke out of fear. In reality, if something was to go down in front of them, he'd have their back.

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Despite being scared shitless, Delilah laughed out loud. It was a nervous laugh though, but a laugh nonetheless. "No one is going to die." She felt terrible for saying rhat, because chances were, someone would. With another sigh, she turned and reached for the handle, pulling the door...

It didn't budge. Delilah pulled again. Still, nothing. Her eyes widened a bit and she put both hands on it, pulling and yanking over and over again. The doors moved, by never opened. Then she noticed a sound on the other side. A jingling sound. "No. No, no, No! No! You fucking bastard!" Delilah yanked on the doors Again before hitting them in anger and throwing her back against them. She sunk to the floor and felt tears burn her eyes."He chained them. He chained the fucking doors shut." She said as she dropped her knife beside her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her elbows on them, her palms on her forehead.

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He could hear the boy talking, calling out to him. Trying to get him to come out. He took his knife and slowly dragged the tip of it down the lockers he was up against. The sound, like nails on a chalkboard, didnt bother him much. In fact, his smile widened. When he stopped, he finally stepped out, head tilted as he stared the boy down. Aha. He had been searching for something. The slasher took his free hand and Pointe to himself, as if asking the boy if it was him who he was talking to. Like there was anyone else he could be. He was just fucking with him. Playing with him.

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They say your life flashes before your eyes as you die. For Aaron, there was no life to speak of. He had no girlfriend, no friends, no money, nothing. He was a fucking ghost. Well, at least no would be sad about him after. And so, all of this going through Aaron's mind as the maniac himself stepped up, he charged. "DIE!" He shouted, a primal roar with no internal meaning. "DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
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Eugene ran into the door a few times, chain not breaking, a few more times and he stopped, there was no getting through.
"god damnit!", he punched the door, he couldn't leave Aaron to die.

The killer stood his ground and watched while the boy ahead of him gripped his bat and charged after him, shouting for him to die. His dark chuckle filled his ears and he waited, never moving. At least not until he got close enough. As soon as he was, he stepped forward and easily caught the bat that had been swung at him. Yanking it from his hands, the killer stalked towards the boy and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards him.

He slammed his forehead into the boys nose, blood gushing from it instantly. He then turned him around so that the boys back was against his chest.m, and brought his knife up against his throat. For some reason, he hesitated. He didn't want to kill him yet. Grinning behind his mask, he pulled the knife a little tighter against his neck, then urged him forward.

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Delilah picked her head up from her knees and looked up at the ceiling. Aaron was going to die out there. She suddenly heard Aaron's voice echoing throughout the halls. She jumped up and looked out of the door Windows, her eyes frantically searching. [I]"What do we do? What do we do?" She asked herself over and over.

Turning around again, she looked around the room, trying to figure something out. Her eyes looked up at the hole in the ceiling, and an idea hit her. She raced to the table that Aaron had stood on earlier and climbed onto the chair. "Someone give me a boost or something. Hurry." She demanded as she looked up at the bloody hole. The smell was God awful, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment.

The door was chained shut. Fuck. Ramona's heart started beating faster. She wasn't sure if it was because she was getting claustrophobic or she was worried about Aaron. It was probably a mixture of both.

While the others angrily cursed at the barred door, Ramona ran her hands through her hair and let out a wordless groan.

Her hands were restless and fidgety, so she played with one of her braids while trying to think of a solution. She wondered if there was maybe another door out through the kitchen or something.

She didn't want to follow Delilah to the spot where the body was found, because the smell was still nauseating, but her legs carried her there before her weak stomach could convince her otherwise.

"Here, I'll help."

She wasn't confident she was strong enough to lift the other girl high enough, but she would at least try.

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The moment they noticed that the door was chained locked, the first things that came to his mind about Aaron was, his geeky loner ass was dead and there was not a damn thing they could do about it. Hell, after that, the crazy fuck could come fro them next. The moment Delilah looked up at the ceiling, Ramsy looked up to and wanted to check for vents as well since they now had a new option. Now was the time to man up. He then stepped forward, coming over to Ramona. Come on, let's throw her ass up there....maybe I'll throw you too, Mona... Showing some support. He then turned to Eugene.

Ay Bruh! Come and help over here, you know she won't be able to fight Krusty the Klown/Ronald McDonald dude by herself. Either you or me will going with her.

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Delilah felt 10 times better about the situation when, quite unexpectedly, Ramona came to her aid. Just after that, Ramsy did as well. Good, they were all trying to help one another instead of freaking and Arguing about everything. Like they did in most teen slasher movies. Delilah chuckled darkly. This wasn't a movie though. This was real. Terribly and horribly real.

She stood up on the chair, slowly rising to stand up straight. The smell was nearly unbearable, but she was willing to bite the bullet and take one for the team. Aaron needed help. "Ok guys, boost me up." She said as she held he hands up, ready to grab the sides of the ceiling that seemed the most stable.

When Ramsy and Ramona lifted her, she pushed off of them and pulled herself up into the vent shaft. There was blood pooled right where she was kneeled, her knees and hands in it. Delilah resisted the urge to gag and cough, figuring if she did, the killer would hear.

She didn't wait for anyone. Truth be told she was lucky she was able to climb up without the ceiling collapsing beneath her. If her and another person were in the same spot, they may not be so lucky. So, she moved ahead. Slowly, and quietly.

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