You have no idea how frustrating this was to write. The first part (and the majority of this section) is done in a chat room, similar to YWS's. It took hours to write. Getting everything right, with the minutes (and yes, even the dreadful chatspeak, which I cannot stand). I had to make everything realistic for this. I'm sorry to make your eyes bleed with such language. This is for Chocoholic's Murder and Investigation contest.
EDIT: I have completely revamped the entire ending, so I suggest all that read this beforehand to reread it. It's more intense and more descriptive than the crap I wrote earlier. I also changed the lunch part in the chatroom.
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BEFORE THE MURDER
[Chat]: Freakazoid entered at 11:45 pm
[Holly_Sock] 11:45 pm: hi, freakazoid. R u new to the chat?
[Freakazoid] 11:45 pm: yeah.
[Holly_Sock] 11:45 pm: kewl. Im holly. Wats ur name?
[Freakazoid] 11:46 pm: Josh.
[Freakazoid] 11:46 pm: how old r u?
[Holly_Sock] 11.46 pm: …why?
[Freakazoid] 11:46 pm: just wondering.
[Holly_Sock] 11:46 pm: 15. U?
[Freakazoid] 11:46 pm: same.
[Holly_Sock] 11:46 pm: what’s up?
[Freakazoid] 11:46 pm: Nothing. Just wandering around the web looking for cool chat rooms. Is this one used a lot?
[Holly_Sock] 11:46 pm: not really. Usually just me and my friend jess. Her name is Toink.
[Freakazoid] 11:47 pm: how old is she?
[Holly_Sock] 11:47 pm: why do you want to know? She doesn’t like people giving out her personal information and stuff.
[Freakazoid] 11:47 pm: ok, im sorry.
[Holly_Sock] 11:47 pm: its ok. So, what do you like to do Josh?
[Freakazoid] 11:47 pm: I dunno. I like to write about animals. Especially wolves.
[Holly_Sock] 11:47 pm: !!! OMG! I LOVE WOLVES!
[Freakazoid] 11:47 pm: Haha. Really? So do i. Wolves are so cool.
[Holly_Sock] 11:47 pm: yessss, I no! They are my favorite! That’s so crazy. We both write stories about wolves. What else do you like to do?
[Freakazoid] 11:47 pm: well, I am on my high school’s swim team. I guess that means I like to swim.
[Holly_Sock] 11:47 pm: really? R u serious? I LOVE swimming! I have a season pass at my swimming pool! My ex-bf got me into it.
[Freakazoid] 11:48 pm: you’re single too? Well, at least you’ve been in a couple. I’ve never had a gf.
[Holly_Sock] 11:48 pm: aw, im sorry. Its ok tho. Bfs really suck. I don’t think im ever going to have another one.
[Freakazoid] 11:48 pm: Why not?
[Holly_Sock] 11:48 pm: because they suck. They are kewl for a while and then when u break up w/ them, everyone thinks you’re a slut and everything sucks.
[Freakazoid] 11:48 pm: I’m sorry…
[Holly_Sock] 11:48 pm: its ok. I got over him.
[Freakazoid] 11:49 pm: So… where do u live?
[Holly_Sock] 11:49 pm: Atlanta, GA.
[Freakazoid] 11:49 pm: You’ve got to be kidding me, right? I live there too!
[Holly_Sock] 11:49 pm: r u serious? Wow. We’ve got so much in common.
[Freakazoid] 11:49 pm: yeah. We should meet sometime.
[Holly_Sock] 11:49 pm: …
[Freakazoid] 11:49 pm: Kidding! I’m kidding! Shesh.
[Holly_Sock] 11:49 pm: lol
[Holly_Sock] 11:50 pm: I gtg to bed soon.
[Freakazoid] 11:50 pm: me too.
[Holly_Sock] 11:50 pm: yeah.
[Freakazoid] 11:50 pm: I go to Atlanta High. U?
[Holly_Sock] 11:50 pm: wow, this is freaky. I go there too! How come I don’t know u? im in the SBO. I know pretty much everyone.
[Freakazoid] 11:50 pm: well, idk. Im no one really important though. Just one of those guys that slip back in the crowd.
[Holly_Sock] 11:50 pm: lol don’t say that about yourself! Can you talk to me at lunch? I want to see who u r.
[Freakazoid] 11:50 pm: I doubt we have the same lunch.
[Holly_Sock] 11:51 pm: ? huh? What do u mean?
[Freakazoid] 11:51 pm: What are u talking about?
[Holly_Sock] 11:51 pm: we only have one lunch. It’s not like middle school or anything.
[Freakazoid] 11:51 pm: haha, im jk.
[Holly_Sock] 11:51 pm: yeah…
[Holly_Sock] 11:51 pm: So you’ll meet me? You should know what I look like.
[Freakazoid] 11:51 pm: I know exactly what you look like.
[Holly_Sock] 11:51 pm: um… that sounded a bit creepy. Lol.
[Freakazoid] 11:51 pm: I’ll be watching for you at lunch. Meet me by the fence, over by the canal. Ok?
[Holly_Sock] 11:52 pm: Heh. Awesome. I’ll be there. ‘Night, josh. Cya tomorrow.
[Freakazoid] 11:52 pm: Good night.
[Chat]: Holly_Sock left at 11:52 pm
[Freakazoid] 11:52 pm: Good night, my love.
*
Holly Eva stands by a barbed wire fence. She clutches her coat close to her body. Thick sheets of smog settle on the schoolyard, creating an empty void of space. She hears students talking and laughing. They are far enough away that she can’t see them, but close enough that she can hear them.
She hears the water in the canal rushing past her. Leaning back on the fence, she takes out her cell phone and begins texting Jess, her best friend.
Everything is quiet. The lunch break is almost over, and she can hear the students heading towards the high school. Holly sighs.
“Josh? Where are you? I don’t want to be tardy!”
Holly reaches down to grab her handbag that she had set on the wet grass. The bag drips and she groans. Wiping away the water, she complains about her schoolbooks being ruined.
She hears footsteps, and looks up into the smog.
“Josh?” Her voice seems to stop dead.
The footsteps come closer.
“Josh, is that you? I’ve been waiting here for a long time. I’m gonna be tardy…”
The footsteps stop. Holly calls out again, but receives no reply.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Holly walks hesitantly over to where she heard the footsteps. Josh is probably just a joker. One of those idiots that tried to scare her in the hallways or something.
“Josh, come on. Where are you?” There is a fragile edge to her voice, like a frail piece of string that could tear easily. Her eyes begin to strain.
“Whatever. I’m going in,” Holly says, gathering courage. There is something wrong, and she knows it. She always has those senses, like the hair standing up on the back of her neck. Or the feeling that she is being watched.
It’s just the fog, she reminds herself.
“Come here.”
Holly gasps and spins around. Nothing. Only fog. No. Not just fog. There is someone there.
“Josh? Is that you?”
“I’ve been waiting for you.” The voice is gentle. Kind, and at the same time urging.
“Josh, I’m sorry. Can we do this another day? The bell’s just about to –”
A man leaps from the fog. His black silhouette grabs her throat. Holly screams, but it is muffled by his hands. She panics; thrusting her arms and legs at the man is her only defense.
“It’s gonna be all right, honey,” he whispers fiercely. The man squeezes her throat, pressing on the pressure points. Holly is becoming limp. Her struggles are useless. She squirms and tries to bite his hand, but everything is a failed attempt.
“Just a few more seconds,” he breathes into her ear. “I love you, honey.”
The squirming stops. Only one single tear can escape from Holly’s eyes before the man lays her on the grass. Her body is pale and frozen. Perfect for him.
He kneels on the wet grass with her. He pressed his face up to hers. “I love you.”
The man brings his fingers up delicately to Holly’s face. He strokes her chin, gently.
The man kisses her soft lips.
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