User:ReeseRaccoon

It was a warm, sunny day in Syracuse, New York. Anne was walking home from her Art University. When she got to her apartment, she bumped into her neighbor, Casey. "Oh, hello, Miss Freeley!" Casey waved happily to Anne, making her smile.

"Good evening, Casey!" She waved back and unlocked her door. As she stepped inside she wiped her shoes and took off her winter jacket, for it was snowy outside. She walked over to her laptop and sat down in front of it. She opened her e-mail for unread messages. She loved posting art and fictional stories on the internet for constructive critisism from viewers. There were about 40 unread messages.

She went through the list. "Spam, spam, spam, add, spam...mail!" She happily opened it, but then her smile gave out.

Dear Annabelle Freeley,

We will be having a new student participate in our art group tomorrow. Her name is Ren Blythe, and she's just moved to Syracuse. Make sure to bring a welcome gift and a warm smile! Sincerely, Marian

"That's great, but you could of told me sooner, huh?! Now I gotta make an excuse from buying a gift..." She mumbled at the computer screen. It was 6:00 pm. Keep in mind it's winter, and it gets dark at 5:30.

She sighed and closed her laptop. She turned on her T.V. and flipped it to the Channel 5 News.

"And in Syracuse, New York, a man was found dead with multiple stabs in his forehead, neck, back, and right leg. No police officer or official can identify the weapon of choice for this ordeal."

Anne sighed. This case has been going on for months around the country. Some sadistic person they called R.R., due to the initials they leave behind, has been leaving people stabbed, beaten and covered in blood on the streets. People have been warned to lock their doors and close all entrances of their home.

Anne turned off the television and walked lazily to her bed. She fell asleep before she hit the pillow.

In the morning, Anne got up, got dressed and ate her breakfast. After that, she groggily walked to her Art University. She got to her Art University, and entered with a grin plastered on her face. "Hello, Annabelle!" Marian greeted.

"Hello Marian." She retorted. She looked on the corner of her eye and saw a girl who was unfamiliar to her. She had dark brown -almost black- eyes and chestnut hair. She had pale skin and was smiling a huge, toothy smile. Her teeth looked like blades.

"Hello!" She practically yelled, keeping that smile on her porclain face.

"Uh...hi!' Anne greeted, a little startled.

"I'm Ren Blythe! I just moved here!"

"Cool. Where you from?"

"Maine!"

"Wow, pretty brave move going all across the country."

"Yeah, but I made so many friends along the way!"

"That's great."

Ren smiled one last smile and walked back to her desk. She got out a pen and a crayon and started drawing. She drew beautifully. Anne walked over to her and looked over her shoulder. She was drawing a dog and what she was guessing was Ren herself.

"You draw amazing!" Anne complimented.

"Thank you! I've been doing it for a long time now!"

"Who's the dog?"

"That's my doggy, Jasper. She's a dalmation. I've had her since I was born."

"That's a long time I'm presuming."

"You don't even know!"

After class was over, Ren and Anne decided to hang out at Ren's place. She lived about 4 blocks from Anne's place. They walked into her apartment and made some hot chocolate. They chatted about random things.

"We have so much in common, Anne. We could be great friends!" Ren happily stated as she sipped her hot cocoa.

"Yeah, that would be nice, Ren. Speaking of friends, what friends did you meet on your way here?"

"I met a girl named Clara and a boy named Tony. They were really nice and showed me around different places in Wyoming!" Anne suddenly cringed. Ren looked at her and asked, "What's the matter, Anne? Do you know those people?" Anne shook her head.

"No, it's just in Wyoming a boy named Tony Falleto and Clara Stevens died mysteriously a few months ago. But I bet it's just a coincidence."

"You remember stuff like that from a few months ago?" Ren asked, giggling slightly.

"Oh, no. I record the news when it comes to that murder mystery about R.R.. It really does scare me."

"Yeah, me too."

After a few hours of talking, Ren decided to walk Anne home, for it was dark out. "Ren, I don't want you walking back home alone by yourself. I'll just call a cab."

"No, I can handle myself, I promise!" Ren put on her coat and boots and escorted Anne out of the house. When they got to Anne's home they both saw Casey come out of her home and practically run up to them.

"Anne, I thought something bad happened to you!" Casey yelled, flailing her arms.

"No I'm fine. I've been hanging out with a girl named Ren Blythe. She's really cool!" She pointed to Ren, who was glaring at Casey.

"Hello, Casey..." Ren said, with little enthusiam. She eyed Casey until she left.

"She's a little weird, don't you think Anne?"

"She's not weird! She was probably just nervous." Anne said, standing up for her new good friend. "Listen, I gotta get to bed. It's pretty late. Goodnight Casey." She walked into her apartment and went straight to bed.

In the morning she decided since she doesn't have school, she'd watch some television. She turned her T.V. to a funny sitcom on FOX, but it was interrupted by a special news report.

"Hello, and goodmorning New York citizens. This is Sarah Blakely, bringing to you a special news report. Another victim has been targeted by the assassin, Double R. Casey Renard has been stabbed multiple times with the unidentified object Double R carries. She was found 4 blocks from her home with her hair pulled out and her clothes torn to shreds."

Anne looked in horror at the screen. Just when she was about to shut off the T.V., she heard a knock on the door. She walked cautiously to the door and opened it slightly. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Me, silly! It's Ren Blythe!" She burst open the door and sat on Anne's couch. She looked at the T.V. and caught up to what she was watching. "Oh, Casey is dead? That's so sad! I know I didn't know her, but she was very sweet!" Ren rushed over to Anne and gave her a warm hug to stop her friend from crying. Anne got up from the hug and made her way to the couch to lie down. Ren spoke up."Don't worry! You'll always have me as a friend!" Ren smiled happily. She looked somewhat insane.

"Don't you get it!? She was my best friend for so long, I can't even remember! She will always be my best friend!" Anne's brown hair covered her face as she cried.

Ren glared at Anne. "You never needed her. She wasn't good enough, Anne." Anne looked up at her.

"What are you saying, Ren?"

"Nevermind. Bye, Anne." Ren left to go to her house for the day. She wouldn't answer any of her calls, but later that evening, she called Anne to come over. Anne accepted politley, thinking they were going to apologize and chat some more.

When Anne got there, all of the lights were off in Ren's apartment. She stepped in and called out to Ren. No response. She saw a drawing on Ren's kitchen table. She picked it up and covered her mouth at the picture. The picture was of her, in Jasper's mouth. Ren was in the background laughing with tears in her eyes. The most horrid part of it was how real it looked. It looked like a photograph. She set the picture down with trembling fingers and stepped back to get to the door. "Where you going, Anne? I thought I called you over here to talk. It's very rude to just up and leave like that, don't you agree?" Ren and her dog Jasper were in the dining room the whole time watching her.

"Ren, what are you doing?! Why'd you make this?!" Anne was gradually picking up speed to get to the door. Ren didn't answer. She only spoke a few words.

"I'm your only friend."

Anne stopped walking and stared at her. "But Casey...what'd....what'd you do to her?" Ren laughed hysterically and walked to the door. She picked up her boots and put them on. Then she did the same with her coat. She put a leash on Jasper while talking.

"We're gonna play a game. I'll give you a 30 second head start to escape, Anne. After that, I'll start the game!" She smiled deviously and said one last word. "Go."

Anne ran out of the apartment and headed for her house to call the police. She made it in less then 15 seconds, the adrenaline pumping in her veins. She unlocked her door, ran in, and picked up the phone. As she was dialing the number, she got a kick in the back of her leg, making her fall. "Fuck!" She cursed. Her leg was oozing fresh red blood, making her look away from the sight. She looked up seeing Ren.

You like my boots, Anne?" She lifted up her boot to reveal small daggers attached to the bottom of it. They were covered in her blood. Anne got up and ran upstairs and frantically locked herself in her room. She heard growling coming from behind her. Jasper. The dog sprung onto Anne's foot, making her shake violently. She screeched in pain, falling to the ground. Jasper then went for her face. She ripped the skin and meat from Anne's right cheek. Anne screamed out loud and quickly made it to her closet and shut herself in, avoiding the dog. She heard the door get kicked in and a sadistic laugh coming from the source. The closet door opened, and Ren pulled her out by her hair, pulling some out in the process. She held her face to her black boot and pummled her daggered footwear onto Anne's bloody face. Anne held still; she could barely move her body.

When Ren let her go, Jasper took her turn again, tearing up Anne's body in a heap of blood. But Anne held on to her life. She wouldn't give up. She spoke up, "Ren!!" Ren turned around, in utter shock.

"Yes, Annabelle?"

"Why...are you called Double R?"

"It stands for Ricochet Ren."

"W-why?"

"Because I always bounce back. You know, in the mood for just making people suffer. It's deliciously perfect!"

Anne knew she could survive this. But she made the mistake to speak up. She grabbed onto Ren's boot as she was about to pound on her one more time.

"I promise if you let me go...I w-won't tell...tell anyone."

"You know what they say, Anne. Two people can keep a secret, if one is dead."