Choose the path of vengeance

You are pissed off, and short on options. You don’t know who you can trust, and you don’t even know who’s left. Duni? You doubt that she's in on this, but you can't be sure.

You take your phone out and call 911.

“911 emergency,” a woman says.

“There’s trouble at CCL house. I’ve found two dead bodies,” you tell her.

“Dead bodies at CCL house?” she says skeptically.

Shit. Your reputation as pranksters isn’t helping.

“Yes, and it’s not a joke. I know I could get in trouble for that,” you say.

“You don’t sound very upset about it,” the woman notes.

You groan in frustration. “That’s just who I am. I don’t—fuck it. There’s a detective here at the house. Do you know her cell phone number?”

“I’m not aware of any detective at CCL house,” she says.

Right… you heard somewhere that she wasn’t investigating anything officially, just here to poke around or something. That cop is here on her own time.

“Look, the weather’s bad right now. We’ll get someone up there as soon as it clears,” the woman says, still not convinced that you’re for real.

“That’s why I’m asking about this detective. She’s pretty. Maybe in her thirties. Big boobs. Nice tan. I need to warn her that something's going on.”

“Can’t help you.”

You hang up and put the phone in your pocket. Looks like you’re on your own. You have to take those two down before they hurt anyone else, and you know exactly how to do it. Warning people won't work. It will take time you don't have to convince them that you're serious. Amy will either act or get rid of the evidence if you try it. You could send a group text to everyone, but they wouldn't believe you. You could send out photos of the bodies... but even that will come off as a prank. Why did you join this stupid sorority?

You step over the bodies and pull down a dark robe from a hanger. It’s almost identical to the one that Amy was wearing outside your room, over her clothes. You should have known that something was wrong with that.

You put the robe on and use the hood to hide your face.

Amy and Olivia made a plan to stalk pledges. They aren’t planning on getting stalked by one.

Outside, far from the house, the rain pours from the trees onto Detective Lopez’s still form, lying on the ground.

Seventy feet away, Kylie hides behind a tree, nervously squinting into the dark, looking for Olivia, who has Lopez’s gun.

Far off to Kylie’s left, Nevaeh sprints past the treehouse, heading back to CCL house as fast as she can.

Meanwhile, Sally is busy in her room on the second floor…

CONTINUE