#rwparade

Anonymous text to Brooke: @ LAKE LANE. WAREHOUSE: WHERE THEY KEEP THE PARADE SUPPLIES.

Anonymous text to Brooke: BRING COPS AND DADDY GETS GUTTED LIKE A FISH

Tyler parked his Porsche 918 Spyder behind the old building. He left Daddy in the trunk with a rose drawn across his forehead to symbolize where this all started. He didn’t think he was a psycho for wanting answers. The heart is the most vulnerable organ in ones’ body and Brooke toyed with his. It wasn’t a one nightstand. People don’t typically get their one nightstand tattooed on their inner thigh. It was a night neither of them would ever forget. And if he could go back, he would do it all the same, and more. She would too, she just didn’t want to admit it. Jake wasn’t her soulmate or her forever… you don’t cheat on a forever. When you seriously know someone is your forever, you want to hold onto them, not ruin them. He basically taught her how to fuck and if Jake knew that, he’d never fuck her again because every single way she satisfies him was first practiced on Tyler’s mouth and cock.

The warehouse was creepy. The decorations dated back 100-years and was mixed in with some Christmas and Halloween shit, too. Tyler took his time dressing in his Ghostface attire: a long black poncho, boots, and that creepy mangled ghost mask. In one hand he held a knife, in the other was a gift enclosed into a leather clad fist.

When Brooke slowly pushed the creaky door open with Jake in tow, Tyler smirked from behind the mask and weaved in and out of Halloween decorations: including clowns in which he knew Brooke loathed. But probably not as much as she loathed herself. The deeper they entered into this darkness, the giddier Tyler got until finally the door slammed shut behind them and was locked. When the blonde and her meathead boyfriend whipped around, Ghostface raised his blade. Glinting in the light filtering in through the old walls, he slowly moved closer. Jake being the hero-type slid Brooke behind his back, guarding her from an attack. “Where’s Quinn?!” Jake hollered; panic clear as crystal in his voice and stance.

Having made his way round and greeted most of the guests, Noel had already had a couple of drinks down him and was back at his favorite place of the keg in the process of pouring himself another one as another guest came up to join him. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked, a friendly smile appearing on his face.

As fun as his little getaway from Riverwood was, it was time to get back in the game. Especially if Will wanted out of this town for good. He was helping set up one of the floats for the parade (his punishment for missing three consecutive practices), when he caught the eye of someone he knew, making their way towards him. “Before you say it, I’m aware I don’t have a future in carpentry.” 

Given all that she’s recently been through with this town and the people who inhabit it, even Brooke was surprised to find that she came back. At the same time, it was the text she received from the killer that lured her here. She came to not only show her support for her dad but to hopefully save his life and protect him from being the next victim. With all this mind, Brooke was preparing to reclaim her seat on the main float when out walked the last remaining pageant contestant aside from herself, who needed to change into costume. Jake had been waiting for her outside, guarding the door, while Brooke touched up her make up and heard someone knock over a can of hairspray behind her. It rolled off one of the vanity stations and was later, stopped by the intruder’s foot. Brooke’s heart was racing by the time she sprung up out of her chair and grabbed a pair of scissors off the desk to protect herself. It was the only thing within her reach, at the time. “Oh my god!” Brooke breathed as she laid her free hand above her sternum to steady her heartbeat, “What the hell are you doing in here?” In spite of the question, she hadn’t yet lowered the scissors.

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Audrey Jensen

Age: 16

Height: 5′3″

Weight: 108 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Black

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim?      Not personally, no. He was just some asshole who decided it’d be a good idea to pick on the different kids in the bunch.

What was your relationship with the victim?      Not enemies, but definitely not friends. I didn’t like him. We never hung out; he was in his own world and we weren’t nearly close enough to be seen together.

How would you describe the victim?      Off. Strange, temperamental. I played... a game, with him at a party once and it was like he had no choice but to win. He had a lot of issues. 

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death?      Can’t remember. So, no comment.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death?      No, I can’t. We weren’t exactly close, I told you that. I wasn’t around him. 

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade?      At the beach. With half of the rest of the town. Then I went home.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night?      Yes, I did. 

Did you notice anything suspicious?      No. I left maybe an hour or so after I got there.

Who were you with?       Emma Duval.

location: Sheriff’s station

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Nina Patterson, don’t pretend you didn’t already have it written down.

Age: 17

Height: 5′8″

Weight: 123 lbs

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Seriously? Like you can’t tell that it’s red.

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim? Better than anybody.

What was your relationship with the victim? He was my boyfriend, and if you could stop calling him “the victim” like he wasn’t a real person, I’d appreciate it.

How would you describe the victim? Misguided, overly trusting, caring. Protective. He would have done anything for me.

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death? You know what, I think you’re going to have to call my attorney if you want me to answer any more of these ridiculous questions.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death? His behavior? He was just as normal as any other kid in a town where a raving lunatic is roaming free butchering people up into little bits because you dumbasses can’t do your job properly.

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade? Home.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night? For, like, two minutes.

Did you notice anything suspicious? Yeah, I saw Noel Kahn two seconds away from date-raping poor Betty Cooper. Might wanna look into that one, jackwagons.

Who were you with? Me, myself, and I. In case you haven’t noticed, I run alone.

location: Sheriff’s station

PROFILE:   Before we begin questioning, will you please state the following:

Name: Veronica Lodge

Age: 17

Height: 5′1″

Weight: 119 lbs

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Dark brown

MOTIVE:   Now, let’s begin.

Did you know the victim? Unfortunately.

What was your relationship with the victim? There was no relationship, let’s make that very clear. 

How would you describe the victim? Asshole. Sorry, am I not allowed to say that? Well, it’s true. He was rude, he loved to instigate fights, and he was manipulative.

When was the last time you saw the victim prior to his death? I can’t recall. Maybe a month or so.

Can you describe the victim’s behavior leading up to his death? Like I said, I really didn’t spend a lot of time around him, but I can bet his behavior was the same as always.

ALIBI:   Just a few more questions.

Where were you the night of the parade? I went to Noel Kahn’s beach party with my friend, Betty Cooper and then I went home. Alone.

Did you attend the party thrown on the beach that night? Yes.

Did you notice anything suspicious? Other than an inordinate amount of teenagers doing illegal drugs? No.

Who were you with? Betty, for the most part. Noel for a little while. Most of our class was there, so I saw a lot of people.