Cathrine

Andrew's POV

It was Monday, the first day for Dixey to come back to school. Amanda, Shyla, and I were outside on the steps of the school waiting for her to arrive. The 10-minute bell rang still with no sign of her.

"Maybe she's sick?" offered Shyla. We all looked hopefully as a car parked in front of the school but groaned as it was just Robbie stepping out of the car.

Robbie was the type of person to get on everyone's nerves, but not as much as Gideon did. He walked up to us with the same smug look on his face as he usually does when he's in the mood to bother someone.

"Hey, losers! Waiting for your serial killing friend to come and kill you!" He remarked. 'I hate him, so, much!' I thought to myself.

"No one cares what you think Robbie, so just go die in a hole," responded Amanda. Once that was said, everyone took an interest.

"Well, if you think about it. Everyone cares! Otherwise, they wouldn't be trying to listen in on our conversation," Robbie gained the upper hand.

"Fine, WE don't care about what you say, OK? So just walk away, and we'll ignore everything that you say to us for the rest of your life," Shyla said.

"What about you short stake, you gonna say anything? Or are you just going to let the girls handle this," Robbie said, referring to me.

'Temper, keep your temper.' I told myself. Robbie never really got along with me from the moment we had to do an assignment with each other. All we had to do was color a map and be done, Robbie took it home and lost it. From that day forward, I never wanted to trust him again, since it was my very first F.

"He doesn't have to say anything to you, you no good, jail rotting, heartbreaking, low life, nobody!" We all turned.

Dixey was standing there, her arms crossed over her body. She had on her gray long sleeve shirt, black pants, and gray converses she had on almost every day. Her death glare on Robbie was almost as priceless as Robbie's look of fear. He sprinted for the school entrance as everyone outside began to file in at the sight of Dixey.

"Stupid Stitched Heart," Dixey said, or should I say, Bailey. From what I heard, she called him that because a fix and broke girls hearts.

"Bailey, you're here!" yelled Shyla.

"Hey Llama, how's it going?"

The bell rang for the 5-minute warning.

"Ok, we can chat later. Let's get inside," Amanda said.

We all did and were able to get to class one minute before the bell rage to start class.

Time skip

The first 2 hours of the day are always boring, but now it was time for band. Amanda, Shyla, Bailey, and I walked down together and made it to the band room with 2 minutes to spare. Shyla went to the percussion and made sure the others weren't breaking anything, while we went to the locker room to get our instruments.

I went to get my Contra and Amanda to her Sax, then Bailey went to the other side of the room where her trombone was held and froze. Both Amanda and I shrugged it off and went to our seats. Class started and Bailey still hadn't come out of the locker room.

"Has anyone seen Dixey?" the teacher asked.

"We have, can we go check on her?" Amanda said. The teacher looked confused.

"She means Shyla and I as well, Mrs. M," I told her, she nodded and we all went to the locker room.

Bailey hadn't moved from her spot, and she was looking at her locker. She was talking to herself again as well.

"Calm down, we don't need this today," she said. Her hands were in fists, and she looked like she needed to punch something.

"Easy for you to say, your the one they're talking about!" she yelled.

"Um, Bailey?" Shyla said, trying not to anger the burning girl more.

Bailey spun around and faced us, her eyes going from blue to red every second. "Stay back," Her voice was going from hers to Dixeys with every letter.

We all looked over at the locker, it was a mess. Someone had covered the trombone locker with horrible words saying, 'Monster', 'Freak', 'No one wants you here'. We all looked over at Bailey/Dixey and noticed that her eyes were both blue and red. The left red, the right blue.

She then lifted her right fist and punched the locker, leaving a hole in the word, 'Freak'. We all jumped in surprise, then the blonde said, "Quod fracta sit ponere." Another thing that she had said in Latin that we didn't understand.

While she said this, she waved her hand over the hole. After the phrase was said, the hole faded away and was replaced with the same metal that was there before. We all stared in awe, 'How long has she been able to do his?' I thought to myself.

"H-How d-d-did you d-do th-that?" I stammered.

She snapped her fingers.

Shyla's POV

Band didn't take long to get over with, then it was off to lunch. The weather was just right for the staff to let us eat outside, and as soon as we were done with eating the things they called food, it was time to talk about, it.

"So, who are we going to next Bailey? Rachel?" Amanda asked.

"Catherine, Shooting Star, it would be best to save the worst for last," Bailey answered.

"The worst?! Are you kidding me?! We've seen girls that have been suffocated, beaten with a hammer, burned alive, and sawn into pieces, what can be worse than that?" I shouted.

"You'll find out after school," Bailey said. We then went on to talk about how horrible the food tasted today until the bell rang for us to head inside to go to 4th hour.

Time Skip, after school

We all meet up at the park as we always do. The kids that were getting picked up stayed away from us as much as they could.

"So where did Catherine die?" I asked Bailey, who was looking in her journal.

"The T-ball field right behind the school," she had said it so easily like she was just saying the answer to 2+2.

We started to go to the left of the school towards our next destination. We were all quiet, pictures flowed through my mind at what we were walking into.

The body could be buried under the dirt, stuffed through the fence, softballs and baseballs could be replacing her organs! Who knows? She could still be alive and no one would know it!

We arrived at the diamond at 3:10, no one was there to stop us. We followed Bailey to the small field on the far side of the area and saw nothing.

"Um, once again Bailey, where's the body?" I asked.

She said nothing and continued to walk. Once we got to left field, all there was to see was dirt that was only covered in small footprints. 'They probably got here before the murder.' I thought.

Bailey turned to her left and pointed at the dugout. I was speechless. It was horrible, almost indescribable, it was..... gruesome.

Amanda's POV

Ther, in the dugout, blood covering the walls, the floor... and the bat. The bat leaned against the fence like it was ready to be picked up and hit a ball. Blood coated it like paint reaching from the knob to the end cap.

"Oh god...," I said, unconsciously shaking. I saw the body for the first time.

The head was no longer visible, and almost all of the bones in the body were broken. In fact, it looked like she didn't have any bones at all.

"Bailey?" I asked.

She replied, "What Shooting Star."

"Where're her bones?"

Everyone else took notice as well and started to look around for them. "It's no use, the killer burned the bones," Bailey informed us."

"How do you know?" Andrew asked.

"I've been researching the killer ever since the first killing, I know them. They haven't left a trace of themselves anywhere in the crimes other than the saying and the picture. The killer knows of a way to burn bones and knows how to hide the burn marks it would leave in the dirt. But they didn't do well of hiding the fact that they tried to cover it up," She then turned around, facing away from the dugout, and walked. We didn't move from our spots, and she didn't tell us to follow her.

She stopped at the edge of the grass going out to the outfield and signaled us to come over. But we didn't move. I felt that I should just stay where I was and never move an inch until someone picks me up and carries me home.

"Hey, do you want to know what happened or not?" Bailey yelled at us. We moved.

It took a while, but we finally made it to the spot Bailey had stopped at. There were traces in the dirt. No footprints, but rake marks, just like someone had tried to hide something. Bailey put out her foot over the marks and pushed some dirt out of the way.

A bit of blood and ash was underneath it, probably more underneath that, but Bailey didn't go farther. She had made her point. We had started to walk back to the body, when Andrew tripped over something, letting out a scream when he saw what made him fall.

"Nice job Andrew, you found the saying," Shyla said to Andrew as she helped him up.

Once again, the words,

'I know what you did'

were on the ground, written in... her ribs.

Andrew's POV

Why, why, why, why, why, why?!

How come I was the one to trip over a girl's ribs. They shouldn't be out of her body!

Blood and tissue were still on them, even though they were stabbed into the ground laying down. As I looked around, I couldn't believe we didn't see it before. The blood drops from the ribs were on the dirt going from the body to where the ribs laid now.

"Take the picture already," I said to Shyla.

She did so and we went back to the body.

"Well what do you know, of course, the photograph would be in the neck," said Shyla. She wasn't lying.

There sat the photo, stuffed inside the neck of Catherine. Bailey went down and picked it up, thus having us looking over her shoulder. The picture was of Dixey and Catherine on the T-ball team, Dixey playing first and Cathrine playing second. Once again, Dixey seemed very happy. Bailey put the picture in the bag Shyla brought.

Crunch......crunch.......crunch........crunch........crunch.....crunch

Footsteps.

"Everyone, over here," ordered Bailey. We did as we were told.

"Durland, check it out, footprints," said Blush.

We were hiding behind the dugout, peering from the side to watch the officers look at the scene.

"Some darn teens must have come here to do... whatever teens do these days," Durland replied.

Blush gave a big heavy sigh, "Such a shame what happened to Callanan, he was a good detective."

"That he was man, that he was," Durland said, looking at the ground with sorrow.

"ACHOO!" Amanda sneezed.

We quickly covered her mouth along with moving our backs to the back wall of the dugout, just as the officers looked over in our direction.

"Who's there?" Blush yelled in our area.

"What are we going to do?!" I asked.

Bailey rose from when she sat and turned to us, "I'll tell you what we're going to do. When I get their full attention, run." With that, she left us.

"Blush, Durland, oh thank God it was just you. I thought the killer came back," she lied to the officers, her eyes now turning back to blue.

'Yes! Dixey would handle this a lot better than Bailey would,' I thought to myself.

"Dixey? What are you going here?" asked Durland.

Dixey continued to walk to the other side of the diamond, with the officers following her similar to little children would after their mother. "Oh, you know. Just thought I would visit an old friend, that's all."

We ran like we were told to do. We ran straight to the park and waited for about 10 minutes before we saw Dixey again, Blush and Durland were not behind her, I took a mental note of that. Dixey's eyes flashed back to red.

"So, are we ready to go over to Samantha's?" Bailey asked us, not talking about what had just happened. We all went along with it and started for Samantha's house.