Fiona

Bailey's POV

"Why are YOU back?" asked Llama.

"I'm the one that taught Dixey everything she knows about breaking and entering. She wants me to help you so we could have, what you would call, bonding time," I told them.

"But Dixey's been distant lately. Can't we spend time with her?" Shooting Star wined.

"As much as I want to, she won't," I said, "She said that she wants you to learn from the best." I pointed at myself with pride and gave a smile.

No, I didn't.

They don't need to know that.

"Can we talk through this with Dixey?" asked Ice.

"Sorry, but no. She's going through some stuff right now that she needs to get done," I replied.

"Fine," they all say.

"Ok, so which one of you is good at picking locks?" I asked.

"I have picked a few in my life," said Ice.

"Great, that's your job. Who here knows how to break security cameras?"

"Got it!" shouted Shooting Star.

"Perfect. Now, who can set us up with black outfits, cameras, swabs, anything we will need for this," I then ask.

"Me, me, me! I've been meaning to try out my new camera," said Llama.

"Spectacular!" I yelled.

"What's your job?" Shooting Star looked me up and down.

"To make sure that you guys don't leave anything behind so we get caught," I said smartly.

We all went our separate ways to get all the stuff we needed. Llama went to get the outfits for Shooting Star and Ice, along with a camera and bags. The bags were for keeping anything important that won't be missed from the crimes.

Ice went to his house and grabbed his kit. It was filled with pins, toothpicks, needles, anything that you think would be needed for picking locks, he sure has it.

Shooting Star went to her house and studied a bit more from her books. Everything needed to be perfect for all of this to work. We all meet up back at the park an hour later, and I showed up with my journal.

"What's that for?" asked Ice.

"Plans," he looked at me confused, and so did the girls. I gave a sigh and opened the journal up, "In this journal, I've been keeping track of every murder, every detail of the building. So this thing is going to help us out a lot."

"Why were you doing that?" Shooting Star questioned.

"Just a little hobby."

"Fiona Clod," Llama read over my shoulder to read the page I opened up to.

"Let's check her out first. Her newspaper article said the most, so we should start easy," stated Shooting Star.

"Sure, let's do it," answered Ice.

"Very well, Fiona is the girl we're visiting first. Off to, let's see here," I started, "her house."

"How did you know it was her house?" Asked Ice.

"Said so in the paper, just had to read in between the lines."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Time skip~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Amanda's POV

We finally got to Fiona's, but since it was a school night, we couldn't stay long. We all walked up to the door and saw police tape covering it.

"Oh no! We can't get in," Replied Shyla.

Bailey grabbed her knife from her pocket and cut the tape. It fell from the door, hanging dead on it. We all stare at her in disbelief, but Bailey only put the knife away. She then reached out, still not looking at us, and grabbed Andrew's wrist, pulling him to the door.

"Well, time to do your part Ice," She said while making eye contact with him along with the same creepy smile she always shows. It never seems to go away, no matter how many times she does it, it's still as scary as when she first did it.

"What? Isn't this breaking and entering though?" Andrew asked. He was looking at us for an answer, trying to avoid Bailey's bright red eyes.

"Listen, you said that you could do this, now do it! You're already on private property, why not break another law?" Bailey yelled. She looked up, not moving her head, and looked down at the ground. "I understand," she whispered to herself.

"But-," Andrew began to say until he was cut off by Shyla.

"Alright, either pick the lock or don't, man. You're the one who wanted to research the murders, and now we're doing it. So either man up, or chicken out. We're going to get in no matter what though, I know how to pick a lock," She stated. I could tell by her little outburst that she wasn't happy with him.

"Ok, ok! I'll do it," He yelled.

Andrew got out his kit and laid it on the ground. He picked out a hairpin and needle. He stuck the hairpin in first and pushed it as far as it could and to the left. He then put the needle in and moved it around. Click! We were in.

As soon as Andrew put away his tools and move away from the door, Bailey walked towards it. She turned back to us and smirked.

"Be prepared," she remarked.

She put her hand on the doorknob and opened the door, never turning around from looking at us.

Shyla's POV

As we went into the home, we were all shaking. Well... almost all of us. Bailey just walked through the house with ease. She suddenly turned and ran up the stairs. Once she was there she looked down at us.

"Give me a sec guys. Just look around but don't come upstairs," she ordered us.

We all give her a nod and walk around. Amanda gave us the ok, and we walked up the steps. Once we were up there, we heard voices.

"Listen, you can't be like this when we show them," said one voice, sounding like Dixey; smooth and easy, not a sound of harshness with it.

"But I c-can't help it," a voice sounding like Bailey said. Unlike Dixey's voice, Bailey's was more of a harsh, stern voice. We could hear that she was crying at the moment, and that told me something was up.

"Just calm down and breathe. Do you want me to show them?" Dixey said in and calm voice.

We finally found them in the hallway, Bailey/Dixey was sitting on the ground, and just like I thought, was crying. Her eyes were blue at the moment, and we didn't hear Bailey's response, but I think she told her yes.

'Finally, we can spend time with Dixey.' I thought to myself.

The blue-eyed girl stood up, and stretched, giving the sound of someone breaking all of their bones at once. Once she was done, she leaned against the wall.

"You can come out guys," she said.

We all came out of our hiding spot, and Dixey turned to us.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, just thinking. So, do you want to see the room and body?" She said, changing the subject off of her.

"Wait, body? I thought the examiner took the body to her lab," replied Andrew.

"Nah, she was on break at the time, so they just left all the bodies where they died to rot. That's why we can go into the house because the parents moved out," Dixey said smartly.

Dixey grabbed her journal and flipped through the pages. On the top of one, it read, Fiona's house, and it showed a map. Dixey turned to us and pointed at the map.

"As you can see here, we're in the north corridor, and we need to be right here," Dixey pointed at the map to a small room that was labeled, FR, I guessed that it meant Fiona's Room. She continued, "So all we need to do is take a right, right up here," She then, pointed off the map and to a fork in the house that was to are left. We all nod in response.

Dixey put her journal away and started to walk. We flowed her in silents, and I decided to break it, "Do you know how she was killed, Dixey?"

"Yes," Her answer was distant and quiet like she was thinking of something else while she answered the question.

"Is Bailey talking to you?" I then ask.

Dixey stopped right at the splitting hallway. She sighed, and put her head down, closing her now dull blue eyes, "She's crying again, so just wanted to cheer her up. Sorry," She told us. She wouldn't look us in the eyes, or at all for that matter.

I walked up to her and pulled her head up. She opened her eyes and they were filled with sorrow, but no tears were shown. She took a deep breath and let it out, accidentally blowing it in my face. Her face filled with sorrow immediately and I held my hand up to stop her from speaking. Then we all laughed, and Dixey got out her journal again.

"What's with you and that journal again?" began Amanda, "Nowadays, we can never see you without it."

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," She answered.

She opened the journal and clicked on a pen from her pocket. She then began to write in the journal and started to walk down the hall, going to the right as she told us before. She never looked up the entire time she walked. Once we got to the first door on the right she stopped and looked at us.

"Are you ready?" she asked us with a smile.

We all nodded in reply, and she opened the door to the room.

Andrew's POV

It was a neat room, nothing seemed out of place. The room was pink, to pink. I had to rub my eyes to not blind myself. There were a few books on one shelf, and they look untouched. The girl had her clothes hung up in her closet which was sorted by color. Pictures were on the wall, most of them of her friends, but one caught my eye, along with my friend's eyes as well.

There was a picture of Fiona and someone we knew... Dixey.

She was really smiling in the picture, not the evil frightening one we knew that Bailey showed. Both of the girl's hands were shown in the photo, so someone else had to have taken the picture.

"Dixey?" I asked the red-eyed girl. Wait, red!

"Just breath, Dixey, keep the pattern, that's it," Bailey was telling herself.

"Bailey?" I then ask her.

"Dixey's having a hard time right now, so let's just look at the body and get out of here," She said, not looking at us.

"Wait, where is it?" Shyla asked.

"Well, considering that she was killed by suffocation, where would you first think to look?" She said.

She grabbed the picture from the wall and put it inside of one of the bags Shyla had brought. She then turned to us, waiting for us to answer. It clicked in our heads all at once, and we turned to the bed. There, laid in the bed was the covers. But there was a bump in them in the shape of a body.

We walked towards the bed, Amanda and I on the right, Shyla on the left. Bailey stayed on the wall and curled up in a ball. I could tell that Dixey was either telling her something or crying because her eyes were closed and she was whispering to herself. I reached down to the sheets and removed them from the body shape that was on the bed.

There was the girl, dead as dead could ever be. Her eyes were closed thank god, and there wasn't' anything on the pillow that showed blood.

"Thank god, she went without any blood being lost from her body," I said at last after about a 10 minute moment of silence.

"I wouldn't be too sure on that," Bailey said.

We all look at her, and she stood up. She walked over to the bed on Shyla's side. Bailey grabbed the blanket again and moved it farther down. There, where the girl's hands were, was blood. The girl's fingers were gone, and as we all looked down at the foot of the bed, there was more blood.

"Um, guys," I said shakily.

I pointed my shaking hand at the wall, the wall that had the dark pink door we had entered from. Hanging from the wall, we found the girl's fingers and toes, along with her nails departed from them. They simply spelled out,

I know what you did.

Shyla quickly took a picture and the flash scared all of us. We all screamed and ran out of the death room. Once we were outside, we all took a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

"Thank god that's over," said Amanda, "Hold up, where's Bailey?"

We all looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found. We all started to shout her name looking for her when Shyla pointed back at the house.

"Why is she still in the house?" Shyla's voice was full of panic and worry, it shown in her eyes as well.

But she wasn't lying, there in the window of the bedroom, she was there.

Bailey's POV

Llama took a picture of the saying, which scared the others, and they ran outside. I stood there and laughed at their misery, and I heard something else as well.

Don't laugh at them, it's their first time seeing a body.

I know, but it's just so funny to see the looks on their faces!

Cover the body back up Bailey, the girl has been through enough torture.

As you wish.

I grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over the girl. I smiled at the peacefulness that was now in the room. For some strange reason, it felt like our friends only disturbed the peaceful rest of Fiona.

We should be going back to them now, they're starting to stare.

Very well. Shall we ask them to go to another?

We shall.

I chuckled at how polite we were talking. I walked out of the house and through the lawn, my friends noticed me and ran to my side. We all walked back to the park and sat on the grass.

Amanda, Shyla, and Andrews POV

We all thought together with the same thing that a normal person would think of after seeing what we saw.

What did the saying mean by, I know what you did?