"Westjail" - Chapter 5

Three more victims, coming up. Yup, they were all spotted out of class. They were Kate O'Neal and Jeff Egbe. They were on their way to the office to call the police. They were running like heck, trying not to be killed themselves, but their faces looked as confused as Ru Paul looking a mirror and seeing herself wearing a jock strap. (Don't think too hard about this one, you'll have nightmares!) They had walked into the office and a strange odor hit them like Roseanne after seeing a thief take her turkey. (Okay, enough with the celebrity humor, this is supposed to be a murder mystery, not comedy.) They soon found out what the strange odor was when they say Chris Becker covered with it. He had a sinister grin on his face as he stood over a lifeless body, that which for security reasons - I can't tell you which administrator it was, but you have a vivid imagination. Kate and Jeff, thinking Chris was the killer back out of the office, shaking at the sight. However as Chris rose up to tell them he wasn't the killer, verbal reasoning didn't pay off. I think they knew he wasn't the killer from the large knife poking out of his midsection, sliding in and out, showing only a tip of gleaming red metal as the warm, crimson blood flowed out of him. Now, they felt a small amount of relief, for two reasons, one: they knew Chris wasn't the killer, and two: they didn't have to go to the restroom anymore. They were almost too scared to run, but they weren't stupid, they hauled outta that office but...the killer had a little "sumthin', sumptin'" up thier sleeve; a secon later, unfortunately, Kate and Jeff had a little "sumptin', sumptin'" up in their backs. This killer is a real back-stabber, huh? On schedule the bell rand to signal the end of first hour. Joy Guerin, Byrolynn Belvitt, Andrew Olsen, and Rebecca Vincent weren't going anywhere anyway because they all had Mrs. Hanley first hour and second hour. But now, for a change, no one was going anywhere. All the students banged and pushed at the doors but no one escaped. They were trapped, where it was a little safer. the killer was having a grand ol' time. The killer found their next victims. All four came from the science ramp. There were able to leave because the killer bolted all the doors but Mr. Whelan's.

"Yo Stephen wait up" William, one of the victims, cried out.

"You'd better hurry up man, I gotta go to Spanish." He replied

"I gotta go to French class."

"I hate French."

"Sho ya right!" William gave his trademark phrase and continued to walk to class.

Too bad he didn't continue to live.