- Murdered - (RBBS3 AU, Please Read Description)

Chapter 5 - Betrayal

I'm up at 6AM to write this for you guys, y'all better be grateful—
Rip my sleep schedule. I'm so tired right now *cries*

Third Person POV - Ominous

"W-wait, but aren't you two—?" I started.

"Supposed to be missing, or dead?" TanqR guessed. "Yeah."

"We managed to get out of one of the rooms, but we got trapped in one of the other rooms on the far side of this one. I managed to kick down the door and—" Kreek explained.

"You managed to kick down the door? Nah, that was all me," TanqR interrupted. Kreek glared at him. "I saved him, but he won't admit it."

"You did not! I helped myself!" Kreek objected.

"Oh, come on, now you're gonna lie and say that you saved yourself? That ain't what happened!" TanqR exclaimed. Kreek rolled his eyes—clearly annoyed—and turned away.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

"Can you two stop fighting?" Ominous demanded, interrupting the argument between the two rivals. "We have more important things to focus on."

"Oh, do we really now?" another voice taunted. It sounded...familiar, but at the same time, equally as unfamiliar. A person stepped into the room. All I could tell about them is that they had blue hair, maybe blue eyes, and a white shirt on. Wait. WAIT A MINUTE.

"RUSSO?" Kreek exclaimed, echoing my thoughts. "What're you doing here?"

"No need to be ashamed. I'll make sure they don't bother you." Russo whispered to something—or someone—behind him. "Really? Well, I suppose it's fine by me." Russo replied to whatever the person behind him had said.

Suddenly, Russo pressed a small red button. Instantly, a projector turned on. It didn't take long for my eyes to adjust to the new source of light. On the screen, there was lots, and lots of red. Not a beautiful red, but blood. It was splattered all over the walls being portrayed on the screen—it seemed to be showing one of the seemingly endless hallways.

I soon noticed someone in a teal shirt, with brown hair and dark-coloured pants covered in blood, with a massive stab wound in their stomach. I flinched back in horror as I realized who it was.

I also saw Albert crouched down next to them, cursing and swearing vengeance on whoever had done it. Albert even started to cry over his best friend.

Koneko was also there, blood smeared over one of his eyes, and his coffee shattered on the floor nearby. Koneko just stared at the two others, obvious shock in his eyes.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? THEY DIDN'T DESERVE THAT!" Kreek screamed, being the first to break the silence that had fallen over everyone.

"Well, you see, one of them is also a finalist, much like you. So, of course, I had to eliminate him." Russo explained with a shrug. He didn't seem to care that he'd just murdered someone. And now that I looked closer, I realized Russo was covered in blood. Yet he had no injuries, only a bloody knife in his hands, which he had hidden behind his back before. But now, he wasn't afraid to show it off.

It was him. He killed them. HE BETRAYED US.

Third Person POV - Sabrina
Our group was walking through the halls right now. We were looking for any sort of evidence that we could use to track down the horrible person that started all of this.

"It'll be okay. We'll find them." DJ murmured comfortingly to Sabrina, holding her hand for reassurance. Sabrina was really nervous, slightly shaking. The anticipation on what they would find of the finalists was practically killing her. Would they be dead? What if they just ended up finding a few dead bodies? What do they do then?

Sabrina shuddered at just the thought of it. She squeezed DJ's hand a bit, which caused him to let go of her hand, but give her a quick hug before he put an arm protectively around Sabrina's far shoulder. Sabrina, despite the situation, smiled a little bit, before her smile faltered and faded back into a frown.

DJ would protect Sabrina...wouldn't he?

First Person POV - Ibella
I continued to trail behind my group as we walked down the hallways. There wasn't much so far, just the occasional blood stains on the walls—which I don't think anyone else has noticed yet—and sometimes a scream coming from a room nearby. However, we could never actually find the room the screams came from—we tried the first few times.

"DETECTIVE DEVOUN IS HERE TO SOLVE THIS CASE! NOW, ABRACADABRA, COME OUT, KILLER!" Devoun shouted, trying to lighten the mood. I rolled my eyes. Sabrina giggled a little bit, but no one could really be happy or joke around in this situation. Actually, apparently some people could *cough cough* Devoun and Albert *cough cough*.

Suddenly, something grabbed me by the foot and yanked me backwards. I instantly lost my balance, falling. I began to get dragged away from everyone. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand immediately covered it and muffled my voice. No one heard me. Fear suddenly overcame me. I struggled, but whoever it was kept dragging me farther and farther away from my group. Then, before I knew it—and before I could do anything—I was knocked out.
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I don't really have much to say, so here's more Morse code to translate:

.-..-. -... . .-.. .-.. .- ..--.. / -.-- --- ..- / -.-. .- -- . / .... . .-. . --..-- / - --- --- ..--.. / .. / -.. .. -.. -. .-..-. - / -.- -. --- .-- / .. - / .-- .- ... / -.-- --- ..- .-.-.- / .... . / -.. .. -.. -. .-..-. - / - . .-.. .-.. / -- . .-.-.- / .. .-..-. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- .-.-.- .-..-.

It's not much, but it's a hint, so you should take what you can get. :)
Have fun translating that!

Word count: 938 words (dang, these chapters are getting long).