ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #7
Date: 11/20/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... someone we know is capable of all this." Carly was going to add something but faint sobbing distracted her, as Cat and Noelle came in, the redhead clearly bawling her eyes out in pain and fear. "We need to get off this island, guys," the dark haired young woman said, helping Cat to a chair. "Fucking seconded," Sam said, slamming her bottle on the table and reaching for another one everyone else just nodded in agreement to the sentiment. * * * "I don't need to tell you the sheer amount of fucked up this is right, Riggins?" Sheriff Singer looked over his shoulder at his lead deputy as they looked over the body in front of them. "No sir," he responded back, trying to keep his nose from inhaling too much of the smell and throwing up on an active crime scene. "Is there some-thing I should know?" "Yeah…" Singer said, looking at the neck slice closely. "That we have a serious problem. These cuts, the style and knife used… they are exactly what the Slasher used." "But, sir, it's been over 20 years… and you…" the deputy didn't want to question his boss at all. "How is that possible?" "Copycat, probably," he said coldly. "Which might be even worse because we don't know what this sick freak is capable of." "But the Slasher is dead, right? You… you killed him… right?" Singer turned and narrowed his eyes at the young officer, a clear anger and pain flaring in his sunken eyes. "Yes… The ...
... Slasher is dead. I... I know the Slasher is gone." *** In Jade and Tori's room there was only silence as the pale brunette softly wept, clinging tightly to the chest of who would be her husband hours from now. Every so often, Tori and Freddie would exchange glances as if to ask what they should say or do in this situation, neither having any real answer to ease the pain that Jade was experiencing. None of them had any idea how long they had been in the room there, feeling like it could have been hours, and other times, it felt like seconds. Every so often, Freddie would softly kiss the top of her reddened face as she stared off into oblivion. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Since Freddie had his hands full with Jade, Tori nearly jumped at the chance to end the silence and answered the door, expecting Singer, but was surprised to see Carly, who didn't wait for an invite as she stepped into the room. "How is she?" she asked Freddie, which threw him since it wasn't like Jade was in another room. "How do you think, Carly?" he responded, a bit more aggressively than he had meant to when her hurt face gave him the signal of hurt. "Sorry… not good." "Man… we were just talking about how terrible this whole thing is," Carly said, but seemed distracted for a few moments, just looking at the near com*tose Jade. "Can we talk outside for a minute, Freddie?" "Sure…" he said, as Tori quickly rushed to take his place in holding Jade as they switched off ...