[IC] 🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

[Lady Absinthia]

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Marc & Chris

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Location: Haunted House

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Tim took the call, cussing rather loudly before he said that he was going to be there soon with back up. Thing was would things really work out or would anyone be alive by the time he got there. By the time Riley got there Chloe was in the middle of her rant and you could see even in the low light that Chris was becoming more and more infuriated as she spoke, his finger tightening on the trigger. A small noise made by Riley caused Chris's head to turn quickly, the gun coming from her temple and swinging out.

Marc took the moment, the only one he had to fire a shot. It caught Chris in the shoulder, his muscles tightening and flinching from the bullet and he fired. Marc was throw back as the bullet hit. Chris and Marc hit the ground, the gun coming from Chris's hand and flying across the floor to land at Riley's feet as he grabbed his shoulder and rolled around screaming. Marc laded back against a skeleton popping in and out of a coffin before he slid down to the floor. It was too dark where Marc was to see if he was moving or even breathing but there was a sick shine to the floor beneath him as something started to pool up under everything.

"I'll kill you!" Chris screamed as he hobbled, trying to roll over and get back to his feet, stumbling as he started to charge Riley as if he was drunk, scrambling for the gun.

[Nallore]

Riley Ridgeway

Location: Haunted House

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Riley looked up at her sister as she heard her ranting to Chris about how shitty his films were of course her sister would say something to infuriate him, which probably wasn't the wisest thing if she was in her situation. Riley didn't even realize that she had made a noise when Chris quickly brought the handgun to Chloe's head. Time seemed to slow down when she heard the gunshots go off, at first she thought that Chris had suddenly ended her sister's life then there was a second she watched as Marc got hit. "Marc!" Riley yelled out to her friend, then she saw Chris was shot as well she was relived to see her sister wasn't shot. Riley felt something hit against the tip of her shoe her eyes went down to see that it was Chris' gun.

Then Riley saw Chris starting to scream and scramble threatening to kill her, her heart started racing as she scrambled to reach for the gun her hands started to shake violently as Riley quickly brought the gun up. "Get to Marc Chloe!" Riley yelled loudly, she had never held a gun in her life her hands were shaking badly as Riley started to squeeze the trigger at least five times. Riley kept her eyes shut tightly hoping that the shots would hit, she was scared that if her shots didn't hit Chris would be the one to kill her.

[Morose]

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Haunted House

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Tuesday wasn't entirely stupid. She knew that her words were going to piss Chris off. And she understood the likelihood that it would all end in her death. But hey, being irritating to people who had been relatively nice to her a few moments before seemed to be a talent of hers. If there was a market for it, she wouldn't need to be in the drug business at all. She'd be rich.

"You can't even aim properly," Tuesday added, feeling relieved as the shot swung away from her. The second gunshot sent Chris to the ground, and from the sounds of it, Marc as well. Chris screamed and writhed on the floor, and Tuesday glanced over at Riley, spotting the gun at her feet. Her sister wasn't a murderer, she shouldn't have to pull the trigger, but it looked like she'd have to. No one else there had any medical knowledge. And from what Tuesday could tell, Marc was bleeding out.

"Shoot the asshat!" Tuesday screamed, hoping her sister would be alright, as she dashed over to Marc. She wasn't able to see if the man was breathing, but the sickening substance on the floor didn't bode well for his health. She kneeled down next to him, grimacing for a moment. "Marc, can you hear me? Marc?"

Tuesday felt with her hands carefully for any wounds. If she found the source of the likely bleeding, she would immediately begin to put pressure on it. And if Marc was unresponsive, or responded but had difficulty breathing, she would then begin CPR simultaneously to the best of her ability.

"Stay with me, asshat," Tuesday would mutter as she worked. "Who else is gonna visit me in isolation, huh?"

[Lady Absinthia]

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Coming To An End

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Location: Haunted House

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Yesterday, everything was fine. People were excited about meeting up with those they had known years ago. Some were nervous, some not to much. If someone had told any of these folk thirty-six hours ago what all would transpire while they were in Grimm they would have had them committed and placed in a padded room adjoining Cynthia. How many dead? So many before the four entered the Haunted House at the Fall Carnival. How many more would perish before they saw the light of day again?

Fog from the machines rolled over the floors and around quartet as the world seemed to slow down around them. As skeletons and plastic figures sprung from coffins and dark corners around the room and pre-recorded screams wailed the scene unfolded. Riley scrambling to put an end to Chris's madness as Chloe tried to keep Marc from dying. The flash of each shot that was fired as Riley squeezed the trigger, it echoing over the rest of the noise in the carnival attraction. Puffs of smoke trailing up from the barrel and the smell of sulfur in the air.

Chris managed to get to his feet but barely. Stumbling as he tried to lunge at Riley, murder in his eyes. Then his shoulder jerked back as a bullet tore through his flesh. Then another ripped into his thigh. One after another tore through him or completely missed him. A trickle of blood trailing down his lips as he fell to his knees. The final shot before the chamber ran empty hit Chris right between his now surprised eyes before he slumped forward and fell there lifeless. A blank expression on his features as the blood poured from his body and soaked into the concrete and wooden floor as a Clown's voice could be heard chuckling frantically in the background.

Marc sat there, stunned, quiet for a moment as Chloe tried to work on him but she would find nothing to work on. He grabbed her hands slowly, gently wrapping his fingers around her wrists and stopping her. "That's oil, not blood," he finally said, chuckling a little bit as he moved and it showed that the bullet had hit his vest and when he stumbled back he had broken one of the hydraulics to one of the haunted houses little tricks. Pulling her in he hugged her tight before standing up slowly and walking carefully over to Riley, pulling the gun from her fingers. "It's okay, it's over."

Sighing he holstered the gun and leaned down to check for Chris's pulse before sighing. Tim came running in as the house went still and the house lights came up to reveal the bloodied scene around them. "Holy shit! Everyone okay?" he asked as he ran over to the group. Marc nodded and wrapped an arm around Riley.

"Yeah, thanks to Riley and Chloe," Marc said as he pulled Riley with him and stepped over to Chloe holding his hand out to her. "Let's get out of here girls."

[Nallore]

Riley Ridgeway

Location: Haunted House

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As Riley shot at Chris she could see the murderous look in his eyes then watched as he stumbled back when a bullet hit him in the shoulder, then the thigh, then the chest and finally the last shot hit him right between the eyes she was still pulling the trigger only to hear an empty clicking sound. Riley's hands were shaking badly as she just stared at Chris' body on the floor before her, it was finally over then Marc moved over towards her. Riley took in a deep breath realizing that she held her breath the entire time, she would let Marc take the gun from her still shaking hands. She was truly happy that Marc wasn't hurt, he didn't want to see Marc die Riley stood there as Marc went to check for Chris' pulse seeing those lifeless eyes gave her a chill down her back.

Then the lights came on Riley turned around to see that it was Tim she was relived to see him as she gave Tim a slight nod. "I'm fine.." Riley said quietly and turned to look over at her sister Chloe and gave her a soft smile, she then started to wonder about all of Chris' victims. She wasn't sure who had married or had kids Riley wasn't sure if they would get the closure that they wanted, it would probably leave them with more questions why Chris went about and killing his classmates one by one.

Riley went over towards Chloe and pulled her sister, she was happy that her sister wasn't Chris' last victim she looked towards Marc and nodded slightly. "I'm sure as hell not coming back here." Riley said as she started to walk out of the haunted house, she gave Chris' body one last look she was defiantly not coming back to many bad memories of their dead classmates now. All she wanted to do now was get back to her life and continue with her career finish up her album.

[Morose]

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Haunted House

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As Tuesday frantically attempted to tend to Marc, the FBI agent quiet as she searched for the wound, her mind briefly drifted back to her decision to return to Grimm. She had come back to face her former life, to spit on the remains of Chloe Ridgeway, and prove that she was a new person, reborn as a drug addicted criminal. In the world Tuesday had thrusted herself into, credibility was everything--and this, this was her letting go of the past.

"What the fuck?" Tuesday muttered, unable to find the wound. Fingers wrapped around her own, and her first instinct was that it was one of the props from the haunted house. But glancing at Marc, she realized the man wasn't injured at all. The FBI agent moved. The bullet had hit his fucking vest. She huffed slightly, knowing that if Marc hadn't looked injured, Riley wouldn't have had to shoot Chris. She could have dealt with him instead, Tuesday felt. Her hands were already soiled--Riley's didn't have to be.

"Oh, fuck you Tinder," Tuesday grumbled, hugging him back. Of course it had been oil. She jumped slightly as the haunted house continued on with its normal motions, and Marc arose, heading over towards her sister. Fortunately, Riley didn't seem to want to go on a murder spree, releasing the gun from her grip. Her sister smiled at her, and Tuesday smiled back, feeling ever the more relieved as the lights turned on, and the creepy fair attraction ceased operating.

As Tim came running in, Tuesday didn't fall on her usual brand of sarcasm. Tim was about as useful as a bimbo on Jeopardy, coming in after the firefight had finished. Both Marc and Riley pulled at her hand, and Tuesday took Riley's hand back. "Sorry, hun. Sisters before misters." Winking slightly, Tuesday pulled on her sister to get her to leave. She didn't need to have any lasting trauma from killing the asshat.

Nodding at Riley's affirmation, Tuesday set her eyes forward. "You can say that again. Instead of coming home for Christmas, let's go to Vegas," she suggested, with a wry grin. They may have been about to leave Grim, to leave their childhood home, but Tuesday felt untethered. For a mere moment, she realized that Los Angeles was the closest thing to a home she ever had.

And she couldn't wait to go back.

[Lady Absinthia]

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As the fog cleared and they stepped out into the now fading light of Grimm, Indiana the scene was a wash of colors. People standing behind police tape wondering if they were truly safe. All the leaves were brown, gold, orange, and red, and the sky was gray. Marc breathed in the air, the smell of carnival foods mixing with the blood and sweat of the day. It was all so surreal for the FBI agent, letting the sister go at his car to climb in. He wanted to get them away from the crowds and the questions as quickly as possible. They had been through enough, more than enough. They all had.

Over the next months more and more would turn up that would answer so many questions. Why did it start? No one could ever figure out but it was thought that the reason Simone was first was simply because she was the best target for such a movie idea for Chris. She was hated, it would be easy to blame anyone Chris wanted on Simone's death and Cynthia was the perfect target. What or how he was going to end the massacre during the reunion was played out in his journal; found beneath the floor boards of his childhood bedroom. It was to be a double murder, Kai and Ada were going to be killed. Ada's killing Kai for revenge, revenge for her loosing their child. Then her taking her own life. Love never conquered anything in Chris's mind.

It was less than six months after the killings of Grimm that Hollywood bought the rights to the movie, it should be coming out in theaters within the next couple of years. It seems Chris got his wish, to be forever remembered but not in the way he hoped. Not as a brilliant director but as a madman that should have been locked up instead of Cynthia. Cynthia went back to the asylum for a while before finding a home in a halfway house. She is still crazy as ever but finding ways to coup finally now that her name has been fully cleared. She has developed a rather strong distaste for all horror films. Kai and Ada went back to Chicago and are trying to move on but it is difficult. So much time has happened. Marc never told them they were the final targets.

Marc? Well once Marc had taken care of the sisters, dropping them off at the police station and all the paper work was done Marc headed to the safe house to let the three know what happened. Everyone was filled in and the rest of the reunion was cancelled. NO one wanted to be there anymore. It was done, and people needed to part ways. Lawson recovered in the hospital and was released a few days later. What happened to him after that? Well, he moved to California but that is a story for another time, a much darker time; a time that is Darker Than Black