ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 6/1/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Taboo
Author: FrankSinner
... SAMANTHA PUCKETT AND CARLY SHAY, THAT WE WOULD BE THERE SOON. ABOUT 30 MINUTES NOW. AND TO MEET AT THE MARINA. THEY MAY HAVE ALREADY LEFT. WE ALSO RECEIVED A REPORT THAT A BOAT WAS OUT THERE WITH TWO PASSENGERS." "Thanks..." Freddie said, feeling a sense of relief that help was on the way, but with Tori, Andre, and Savanna still unaccounted for, there were still a number of issues. There was also the thought that Sam and Carly might be the ones in the boat, but why would they go if they knew help was this close? "We'll see you at the marina then..." "We should make our way over there..." Jade said, trying to remember exactly where they were. "It could take a while to get to the marina. Maybe the others will be waiting there." "Maybe..." Freddie nodded, as he pointed the way toward the door, grabbing a couple flares before he headed out the door. "I was feeling good but after seeing Spencer... I just can't help but feel like this isn't over yet." * * * "We should head by the sheriff's station," Sam said with a heavy sigh, feeling like she knew the answer. "Spencer might have gone there once you guys split up. Maybe to see if Andre's still there. He could help us." "I doubt it," Carly said sardonically. "Andre's dead." "You don't know that Carly," the blonde said, clinging to the hope he might still be ok. "I heard he fought the woman... there's a chance he could have made it ...
... and-" "No... He’s definitely dead," Carly said with certainty, almost as if she was answering a question in class. "Spencer too." "Look," Sam said, stopping short, her teeth gritted tight as she faced her friend, "I get that you're scared and things seem a bit hopeless, but this dark shit needs to seriously stop. You have no idea who is alive and dead right now, especially since you couldn't find Spencer." "Actually, I do," Carly said with a smile. "I know he's dead because I killed him. I also killed that weird teacher." "Carls..." the blonde reeled back in horror, still clinging to the idea that this was all some sick joke. "What are you doing?" "I'm starting a new life, Sam," she said calmly, pulling her knife from her pocket. "A life free of all the binding lies that have kept me burdened and trapped in this life. And as my oldest, and closest friend... you deserve to know the truth before you die." "What?" "To be fair, I've only killed a few people. Some meaningless folks back home mostly, but there have been a few here. My mom did most of the heavy lifting... or killing, I guess I should say. Though she did lift a lot of-" "Carly!" Sam said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "We've been friends since we were out of diapers. Whatever this is, you don't have to-" "But I do have to, Sam... That’s what sucks." Carly revealed the knife to her friend, toying ...