--------------------------WARNING!---------------------- Contains k!lling and murd3r as well as darker topics! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! {}. Please don't report {}. No hate comments please! -----------------------------Prologue--------------------------------- 2 years ago Stout Waters University rested in the center of the city. Being the only college in the area, it was bustling and full with life. Kevin Cooper waited impatiently for his sister to return to his dorm room. All of his friends had been talking about how good tonight’s football game would be. He sat lazily on a large sofa in front of the TV, his hand occasionally reaching into the bowl of chips he had poured. The door creaked open and a tall lady strolled in. She wore a brown and gray T-shirt, ripped jeans, and a grin. “Diana, what did I tell you about picking on people?” Kevin sighed, his eyes returning to the television as commercials rolled across the screen. “What!? The dweb never does anything about it,” Diana retorted to her brother. “Besides, she deserved it this time," She flopped down next to Kevin, grabbing the bowl of chips. Yeah right, Kevin thought, rolling his eyes. Diana was only a year younger but she sure didn’t care at all about what he told her. “12 were found dead in the past 3 weeks," The reporter was talking on the television. “This is a reminder to stay home, and safe until this killer has been apprehended," The football game started at that moment. “Finally,” Diana muttered right before the broadcast cut in. “Attention students, please remain inside your dorms until further notice. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill,” a stale, automated voice ordered. And just like that the football game returned, which had remained a mere 0-0. Normal people would have an and hid under their bed, but the students of Stout Waters University were used to this. The news from the past months had everyone on their toes. Some janitor probably just saw his own shadow, Kevin thought to himself. The two sat there, watching the game until midnight, when it finally ended in a close 10-8. Kevin stood up and stretched as Diana turned off the TV. “Welp, good night," Kevin gave her a smile that wasn’t returned. Ever since college, his sister had turned into one of those mean girls. All the gossiping and picking on the younger students Kevin felt bad for her favorite victim, a girl a year younger. She never seemed to say anything to anyone about Kevin’s stuck up sister. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud bantering in the hallway. Diana strolled to the door. “Diana, are you mental?” Kevin hissed. Diana turned and gave him a ‘so what?’ kind of look. “You heard what that announcement said!” “Kevin, that was three hours ago, it’s probably over by now, relax,” Diana scoffed. There then came a rat-tat-tat-tat on their door. Diana reached for the handle, and Kevin shoved her away from it. The door clicked quietly and Kevin pressed the lock. But it was too late. He felt the door collide hard with his face as the force of the door opening sent Kevin slamming into the wall. Diana screamed. And Kevin opened his eyes. His vision was all blurry and the room seemed to spin. A woman in a blood splattered, white dress stood in the doorway. “Who… who are you?” Kevin asked. Pulling himself out from the door, staggering as he did. The woman didn’t say anything. Two staff members came barreling down the hall. “You there!” one yelled. The woman turned. She whipped out a knife from her dress and it collided into the forehead of the staff member with a horrifying fwoomp. The other one stopped in their tracks, staring dumbfounded at the body. They slowly started to back away, but the woman practically threw them into a door. As they crumpled to the floor, she slowly turned back around. Kevin had realized his sister was gone, probably ran away when no one was looking. He was the only one left. The woman smiled a gastly smile, before slamming him against the door once more. The door came rushing into Kevin. He gasped for breath. The door came again and everything went black. A silver jeep that he had parked on the campus of Stout Waters University. Jack sat slumped behind the wheel , keeping an eye on the squad of police cars that were parked a few yards away. He watched the dark sky as rain slowly started to pitter-patter on the windshield. The door to the passenger seat opened and his twin sister climbed in. Jack avoided looking at her. Two months ago seemed so far away. His internship at the was going wonderfully, having a year ahead of his twin. He felt like he was truly happy. That was the day of her graduation. The day of the car accident. Jack didn’t know what exactly happened on that day, but whatever it was caused her to completely lose it. She drove back to the lab where Jack was working, driving a stranger's white Mercedes.
vvvv CONTINUE vvvv Jack didn’t know what exactly happened on that day, but whatever it was caused her to completely lose it. She drove back to the lab where Jack was working, driving a stranger's white Mercedes. She wouldn’t speak to him for weeks. They didn’t have the money to afford a house of their own, so the workers at the lab had allowed the twins to stay there until they did. Jack would sometimes catch her in her room, muttering to herself. He had been both relieved and terrified when she finally spoke to him. “Brother,” she had said. “I-I’d like your help," His sister he knew and loved had been drowned out by whatever had happened on the day of their parents deaths. Whatever horrible things had occurred, she had witnessed them all. He partly felt sorry for her, but he knew he shouldn’t. Not when she was like this. She put her feet up on the dashboard and let out a laugh, wiping the blood from her face onto her dress. The same one she had worn the day of her graduation. The white fabric had taken on a dark shade of red. Jack pulled off the campus and drove back to the lab. As they stopped in the lot of the laboratory, Jack hesitated before getting out of the car. This has gone way too far, He thought to himself as he sat down on his bed. “You need to stop," He announced. His sister’s head snapped at him. Her dark orange eyes twitched. Her eyes darted to nothing in particular. Her mind elsewhere, and her mouth in an open smile that never ceased to haunt your dreams. He stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders. “I mean it!” He shouted in her face. “I don’t want to have a serial killer as a sister," “Jack," Her voice was bittersweet. “Siblings are supposed to be there for each other," “I am here, haven’t you noticed!” He could hear the slight tremor in his voice. “I literally am your getaway driver! I literally help you with your twisted ideas! For once just listen to me on this one!” She pushed him away, before walking over to a lamp next to the bed and lighting it. The lamp light flickered in her eyes. “Remember our deal," She said, not bothering to look at him. Their deal. They had agreed, a few days after their parents' funeral, she could cope with her grief in the ways she planned to, and he wouldn’t get hurt. He had regretted it ever since. “Well deal’s off! I’m calling authorities," He snagged his cellphone and headed towards the door. “Jack,” She snapped. “I get that you’re ok with this, our parents, living in this dump, but I’m not, I’m not over their deaths-” “Well violence is not the answer! I won’t let you do this anymore! It’s gone too far!” Jack shouted, whirling around. Their eyes locked. “Then… then the deal’s off," She whispered. Gripping the lamp in her right hand so hard the Jack could hear it creak. Her eyes seemed to change, losing something in them. With a swish she knocked the lamp onto the ground. Jack stumbled back as the lamp crashed to the floor, the bulb bursting into pieces. To his horror, Jack watched as a small spark caught the edge of a bed sheet, quickly spreading. He watched as his sister bent over and picked up the flaming lamp. “I would run if I were you, brother," Her voice was too calm. Jack didn’t have to be told twice. He sprinted out of the doorway, the lamp smashing against the wall behind him. The smoke alarms started to sound, blood pounding in his ears as he ran. Footsteps banged behind him. He didn’t dare look back. Turning a corner, he collided with a glass container. It was knocked to the floor and shattered, the green two-legged spider thing ran away, relieved to be free, but terrified by the chaos. The exit had to be close by. He got his bearings and sprinted through the last few rooms, He glanced back, no sign of his psychotic sister. He hightailed it to his jeep, only to find that the tires had been emptied of air, all four of them. He was slammed into his back, knocking wind out of his lungs and he hit the front of the jeep. His head was pulled back and a knife was held up to his throat. He gasped for breath as his sister’s voice whispered in his eyes. “I knew you’d turn on me eventually… What a shame, dear brother," Jack’s hands grabbed her arm and with all of his might, thrust it away from him. His elbow knocked into her side and he bolted. How could I have let this last this long? How could she be like this? Rage and anger filled his thoughts as he ran away. Away from the lab. Away from his home. Away from her. I have to stop her. End of Prologue. Chapter 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1082240385/
