Lights, camera, slaughter! Part 3
Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2003 5:25 am
part 3 with an implied pairing of 3xD but thats about it... slightly bad language but nothing too heavy
Dorothy felt dazed and confused. The world on campus was moving far too slow around her as thoughts raced around her head. What was she to do now? The police would think she was a psycho and nobody would believe her. She didn?t know whether to cry, scream or laugh. If it was a joke it was a sick one but she didn?t even know if her friend was actually dead. She stood outside the quad for twenty minutes with her back against the wall her head hung in confusion. If Catherine had gone home to see her family then she wouldn?t be back until Monday it was Friday now. Dorothy decided to find this Quatre Winner.
Dorothy made her way towards studio five where she bumped into her friend Duo.
?Hey,? she said.
?What?s wrong with you looks like you?ve seen a ghost?? he asked concerned as he starred at her pale complexion.
?Ha ha good one,? she stuttered, he didn?t realise how good his guess was. ?I was wondering if you could help me??
?Probably go on.?
?I?m looking for a Quatre Winner.?
?Quatre, who doesn?t know him? Richest kid on campus, senior just like us he got a transfer apparently he?s a foreign exchange student but you would never be able to tell. I?ve heard he?s even richer than Peacecraft.?
?So where is he then?? Dorothy was getting impatient. ?I really need to find him he?s going to be working on mine and Catherine?s project.?
?Lucky you, a well financed film then??
?I don?t even know him. Catherine?s been talking to him and they have already started work on the set. You still gonna do sound for us??
?Of course it would be a pleasure me lady.?
?So where is he??
?Check studio 3.?
?Slaughter house??
?Yeah that?s the one.?
?I hate that place. But I?ll go, I?ll see ya soon and we?ll talk about it.?
?Ok see ya Dorothy.?
Dorothy left studio 5 and made her way down the side of the huge building into the centre of the college. To her left were more dorms and to her right was the old chapel. Straight ahead was the Dalton theatre and behind that was Studio 3, also known as the slaughter house. Old tales say that a woman was murdered, and the killer was never found. It was just an old wife?s tale Dorothy thought as she followed the path down some steps then across to the small doors for stage crew only. She pushed it open and stepped inside.
It was very dark, Dorothy could just make out the silhouettes of some set, building up her courage she called out.
?Hello?? There was no reply. ?Hello, is anybody in here?? Her left hand left the door but before she could stop it the door slammed shut. The little light that was there was gone. ?Shit.? she whispered feeling for the wall, a noise jolted her from her search for light. It sounded like something metal hitting the ground. Dorothy stood frozen, her heart was beating so loud she was scarred incase anyone else could hear it. Pressing herself against the wall, she waited silently for any other kind of noise. *clank, clank* more metal cans being dropped. They sounded closer. Dorothy still couldn?t get her legs to move. Her vision had not adapted to the darkness, she couldn?t even see her hand in front of her face. Her breathing was getting heavier, no body would kill in broad daylight surly? Except when the day is shut out in slaughter house. She forced herself not to panic. Foot steps, she could hear foot steps, as quiet as they were she could hear them. Dorothy needed to move reaching behind her she touched the wall, her legs had finally become undone from their frozen shackles and she crept to the right. Her hand never leaving the wall. The foot steps had stopped she didn?t know where though. She fell to her knees her hands rummaging for anything a weapon hopefully a gun but she wasn?t that lucky. Then her fingers brushed against something wet and soggy. Putting her hand into it further Dorothy realised it was a mop. She picked it up and raised it so she could lash out at anyone.
The lights blinded her as the entire studio lit up in one huge flash,
?Huh?? she questioned. She was adjusting to the light when she heard someone laughing. Turning towards the sound she saw an incredibly tall boy by the main light switch, laughing at her. She then realised she must have looked very silly wandering around in the dark carrying a mop as a weapon. Feeling angry and embarrassed Dorothy dropped the mop, ?do you think it was funny to let me wander around in the dark while you make creepy noises?? she was walking closer to him. Dorothy wasn?t particulary tall she stood at around five foot five. He on the other hand was well over six foot.
?I?m sorry, I didn?t hear you come in.? he apologised then reaching around his neck he waved his head phones about so she could see.
?Oh?? now she felt really stupid.
?What was you doing anyway?? he questioned crossing his arms. She saw his visible green eye narrow.
?I came here to look for a Quatre Winner do you know him??
?I?m his partner.?
?Oh right,? Dorothy felt slightly disappointed that this very tall young man was gay. He must have read her disappointment because he sighed.
?I?m his projects partner, ya know like you are Catherine?s partner??
?Oh?oh right of course I knew that. Hey how do you know Catherine??
?I should know my own sister, well half sister to be precise.?
?Catherine has never spoken about you I had no idea.?
?Yeah well we don?t really get along. Anyway enough about me lets get out of here I want to lock up.? Dorothy made her way out of the studio into the cool air. Catherine?s brother followed after putting the alarm on. Dorothy was starting to piece some parts of the puzzle together, she wanted to ask so many question but not seem obvious.
?So, I didn?t catch your name. I?m guessing you know mine.?
?Trowa, and you are Dorothy Catalonia.?
?Yes that?s correct, so did you know Catherine has gone home for the weekend leaving me to sort things out with this Quatre person and I don?t even know what is going on. The story line is excellent I just haven?t got a clue how to do it.?
?No I didn?t know she was going home, she hasn?t said anything in passing. But I do know the story line it is very vivid in a sort of sadistic way. Do you have the script I?d like to read the rest. I only got it in bits and pieces off Quatre.?
The script!! Dorothy hadn?t even seen it herself it must be in Catherine?s room or on her computer.
?Its sort of top secret at the moment.?
?No problem I?m not really that bothered I?m just stage crew.? They were walking back to the centre of campus. ?Would you like to go for a coffee?? he asked. Dorothy was that lost in gaze that she had nearly forgotten the events which had happened earlier.
?Thank you Trowa I would love to but I must decline I have a sorority meeting tonight.? She lied.
?Ok well how about some other time, I mean I think we should get to know each other first before working together for eight weeks.?
?I do too.? He scribbled his number on a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. ?Goodbye,? she said feeling as light as a feather.
?See ya.?
Dorothy watched as he left, she was wondering why she had never seen him before it was a pretty big campus. She didn?t know every one, she shrugged off the notion and left for the quad. Reception was empty Mrs Ashley must have gone on a break. This was her chance. She reached Catherine?s room and to her relief the door was still open. She wasn?t really breaking and entering Catherine was her friend. The room was as she had left. It was four o?clock and it was still light. Keeping away from the window, Dorothy dropped to her knees and rummaged under the bed for some kind of clue. She needed to find the script. Her search was futile Dorothy only had one last chance, Catherine?s laptop. It was still placed on her desk. She switched it on and waited for it to load up. Between herself and a possible script was a password. Damn Dorothy thought it could be anything. She didn?t have the time to type everything, but she knew someone who did. She would take to her friend Heero Yuy the best hacker on campus. Closing the laptop down she pushed it under her coat. She left the quad unnoticed back to her own room. As you enter the building for gamma beta, to the right is a lounge area for all the girls to relax. In here was Relena, Silvia Noventa and Hilde Scheibecker. They were talking and laughing Relena noticed Dorothy first and signalled for her to come over.
?I?ll be one minute she mouthed,? and made her way up to her room. Dorothy?s room was on the third floor and with no elevator Dorothy trudged her way up. In her room she set the laptop down and lay on the bed. Today had been surreal, she had defiantly not imagined the body, it could not have been taken away so fast, unless it managed to walk away and,
*ring ring*
The telephone jolted her from her thoughts she reached over and picked it up.
?Hello?? she grumbled.
?Didn?t your mother ever tell you its wrong to steal??
?Who is this??
?The question is Dorothy didn?t your mother ever tell you its wrong to steal??
?Yes she did, but she said it was OK to borrow as long as I return it.?
?Don?t get cocky with me you blond bitch, its people like you that need to be destroyed you?re all vermin!!? the whispery voice was screeching this down the phone.
?Yeah and sicko?s like you need to be destroyed too. I bet you were watching me and I bet you?re the one who killed my friend.?
?Bravo Dorothy aren?t we a clever girl. A new Sherlock Holmes for campus that would make a great story line except in this one the heroine dies before the end.?
?No she wont because I?ll get you, first you sick freak!!!? Dorothy slammed the phone down, and collapsed on her bed and cried. She had never been so scared in her life even though she was very cocky with the killer, if it even was the killer. Before she could ponder more on the subject she locked her window and locked her door. Then she curled up into bed and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.
Dorothy felt dazed and confused. The world on campus was moving far too slow around her as thoughts raced around her head. What was she to do now? The police would think she was a psycho and nobody would believe her. She didn?t know whether to cry, scream or laugh. If it was a joke it was a sick one but she didn?t even know if her friend was actually dead. She stood outside the quad for twenty minutes with her back against the wall her head hung in confusion. If Catherine had gone home to see her family then she wouldn?t be back until Monday it was Friday now. Dorothy decided to find this Quatre Winner.
Dorothy made her way towards studio five where she bumped into her friend Duo.
?Hey,? she said.
?What?s wrong with you looks like you?ve seen a ghost?? he asked concerned as he starred at her pale complexion.
?Ha ha good one,? she stuttered, he didn?t realise how good his guess was. ?I was wondering if you could help me??
?Probably go on.?
?I?m looking for a Quatre Winner.?
?Quatre, who doesn?t know him? Richest kid on campus, senior just like us he got a transfer apparently he?s a foreign exchange student but you would never be able to tell. I?ve heard he?s even richer than Peacecraft.?
?So where is he then?? Dorothy was getting impatient. ?I really need to find him he?s going to be working on mine and Catherine?s project.?
?Lucky you, a well financed film then??
?I don?t even know him. Catherine?s been talking to him and they have already started work on the set. You still gonna do sound for us??
?Of course it would be a pleasure me lady.?
?So where is he??
?Check studio 3.?
?Slaughter house??
?Yeah that?s the one.?
?I hate that place. But I?ll go, I?ll see ya soon and we?ll talk about it.?
?Ok see ya Dorothy.?
Dorothy left studio 5 and made her way down the side of the huge building into the centre of the college. To her left were more dorms and to her right was the old chapel. Straight ahead was the Dalton theatre and behind that was Studio 3, also known as the slaughter house. Old tales say that a woman was murdered, and the killer was never found. It was just an old wife?s tale Dorothy thought as she followed the path down some steps then across to the small doors for stage crew only. She pushed it open and stepped inside.
It was very dark, Dorothy could just make out the silhouettes of some set, building up her courage she called out.
?Hello?? There was no reply. ?Hello, is anybody in here?? Her left hand left the door but before she could stop it the door slammed shut. The little light that was there was gone. ?Shit.? she whispered feeling for the wall, a noise jolted her from her search for light. It sounded like something metal hitting the ground. Dorothy stood frozen, her heart was beating so loud she was scarred incase anyone else could hear it. Pressing herself against the wall, she waited silently for any other kind of noise. *clank, clank* more metal cans being dropped. They sounded closer. Dorothy still couldn?t get her legs to move. Her vision had not adapted to the darkness, she couldn?t even see her hand in front of her face. Her breathing was getting heavier, no body would kill in broad daylight surly? Except when the day is shut out in slaughter house. She forced herself not to panic. Foot steps, she could hear foot steps, as quiet as they were she could hear them. Dorothy needed to move reaching behind her she touched the wall, her legs had finally become undone from their frozen shackles and she crept to the right. Her hand never leaving the wall. The foot steps had stopped she didn?t know where though. She fell to her knees her hands rummaging for anything a weapon hopefully a gun but she wasn?t that lucky. Then her fingers brushed against something wet and soggy. Putting her hand into it further Dorothy realised it was a mop. She picked it up and raised it so she could lash out at anyone.
The lights blinded her as the entire studio lit up in one huge flash,
?Huh?? she questioned. She was adjusting to the light when she heard someone laughing. Turning towards the sound she saw an incredibly tall boy by the main light switch, laughing at her. She then realised she must have looked very silly wandering around in the dark carrying a mop as a weapon. Feeling angry and embarrassed Dorothy dropped the mop, ?do you think it was funny to let me wander around in the dark while you make creepy noises?? she was walking closer to him. Dorothy wasn?t particulary tall she stood at around five foot five. He on the other hand was well over six foot.
?I?m sorry, I didn?t hear you come in.? he apologised then reaching around his neck he waved his head phones about so she could see.
?Oh?? now she felt really stupid.
?What was you doing anyway?? he questioned crossing his arms. She saw his visible green eye narrow.
?I came here to look for a Quatre Winner do you know him??
?I?m his partner.?
?Oh right,? Dorothy felt slightly disappointed that this very tall young man was gay. He must have read her disappointment because he sighed.
?I?m his projects partner, ya know like you are Catherine?s partner??
?Oh?oh right of course I knew that. Hey how do you know Catherine??
?I should know my own sister, well half sister to be precise.?
?Catherine has never spoken about you I had no idea.?
?Yeah well we don?t really get along. Anyway enough about me lets get out of here I want to lock up.? Dorothy made her way out of the studio into the cool air. Catherine?s brother followed after putting the alarm on. Dorothy was starting to piece some parts of the puzzle together, she wanted to ask so many question but not seem obvious.
?So, I didn?t catch your name. I?m guessing you know mine.?
?Trowa, and you are Dorothy Catalonia.?
?Yes that?s correct, so did you know Catherine has gone home for the weekend leaving me to sort things out with this Quatre person and I don?t even know what is going on. The story line is excellent I just haven?t got a clue how to do it.?
?No I didn?t know she was going home, she hasn?t said anything in passing. But I do know the story line it is very vivid in a sort of sadistic way. Do you have the script I?d like to read the rest. I only got it in bits and pieces off Quatre.?
The script!! Dorothy hadn?t even seen it herself it must be in Catherine?s room or on her computer.
?Its sort of top secret at the moment.?
?No problem I?m not really that bothered I?m just stage crew.? They were walking back to the centre of campus. ?Would you like to go for a coffee?? he asked. Dorothy was that lost in gaze that she had nearly forgotten the events which had happened earlier.
?Thank you Trowa I would love to but I must decline I have a sorority meeting tonight.? She lied.
?Ok well how about some other time, I mean I think we should get to know each other first before working together for eight weeks.?
?I do too.? He scribbled his number on a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. ?Goodbye,? she said feeling as light as a feather.
?See ya.?
Dorothy watched as he left, she was wondering why she had never seen him before it was a pretty big campus. She didn?t know every one, she shrugged off the notion and left for the quad. Reception was empty Mrs Ashley must have gone on a break. This was her chance. She reached Catherine?s room and to her relief the door was still open. She wasn?t really breaking and entering Catherine was her friend. The room was as she had left. It was four o?clock and it was still light. Keeping away from the window, Dorothy dropped to her knees and rummaged under the bed for some kind of clue. She needed to find the script. Her search was futile Dorothy only had one last chance, Catherine?s laptop. It was still placed on her desk. She switched it on and waited for it to load up. Between herself and a possible script was a password. Damn Dorothy thought it could be anything. She didn?t have the time to type everything, but she knew someone who did. She would take to her friend Heero Yuy the best hacker on campus. Closing the laptop down she pushed it under her coat. She left the quad unnoticed back to her own room. As you enter the building for gamma beta, to the right is a lounge area for all the girls to relax. In here was Relena, Silvia Noventa and Hilde Scheibecker. They were talking and laughing Relena noticed Dorothy first and signalled for her to come over.
?I?ll be one minute she mouthed,? and made her way up to her room. Dorothy?s room was on the third floor and with no elevator Dorothy trudged her way up. In her room she set the laptop down and lay on the bed. Today had been surreal, she had defiantly not imagined the body, it could not have been taken away so fast, unless it managed to walk away and,
*ring ring*
The telephone jolted her from her thoughts she reached over and picked it up.
?Hello?? she grumbled.
?Didn?t your mother ever tell you its wrong to steal??
?Who is this??
?The question is Dorothy didn?t your mother ever tell you its wrong to steal??
?Yes she did, but she said it was OK to borrow as long as I return it.?
?Don?t get cocky with me you blond bitch, its people like you that need to be destroyed you?re all vermin!!? the whispery voice was screeching this down the phone.
?Yeah and sicko?s like you need to be destroyed too. I bet you were watching me and I bet you?re the one who killed my friend.?
?Bravo Dorothy aren?t we a clever girl. A new Sherlock Holmes for campus that would make a great story line except in this one the heroine dies before the end.?
?No she wont because I?ll get you, first you sick freak!!!? Dorothy slammed the phone down, and collapsed on her bed and cried. She had never been so scared in her life even though she was very cocky with the killer, if it even was the killer. Before she could ponder more on the subject she locked her window and locked her door. Then she curled up into bed and fell into an uncomfortable sleep.