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“Ya, this guy straight up hung the body up with the other props. Pretty sure he claimed 15 lives, almost all teenagers, besides two 20ish year olds,” A scrawny dark skinned teen was talking making wild gestures with his hands “and they do it so sadistically. Like they start off by killing a few employees first nine times out of ten, then they get some kind of access key, after that they start going through the cameras to find enough victims, then they shut the cameras off and go after their victims by triangulating where they last were. This guy has to have some insane tracking skills!” The true crime nerd finishes off his rant with that.
“Ok Salem, drink water please. You just said all of that without stopping.” A red head in a football jersey says pulling out a water bottle from their bag.
A loud bell rings and the group of teens begin packing up. The true crime fanatic, now known as Salem, chugs about half the water bottle before speaking to the group again. “Cya in Gym Waylin!” Waylin the blue haired kid nods.
“Cya in Gym Salem. Noxi(a), Summit I will see you two in English.” They all wave goodbye.
Waylin heads to their first period, history. They make it there within six minutes before class starts to mingle, which they would if they had any friends in this class.
After some minutes the teacher, Mrs. Anderson, begins class. “Settle down class, I want to talk to you all about the end of the year field trip next week,” before she can get another word, over half the class are cheering in some way shape or form, “Alright, Alright! Settle down. As you guys already seem to know, This year we will be taking a field trip strictly for the Juniors and Seniors. This field trip will be to a traveling ‘round year haunted circus. Tomorrow will be your last day to turn in your permission slip for the trip.”
A blond bimbo cheerleader raises her hand and the teacher calls on her. “What about all the murders surrounding the place?” After that question it was so quiet in the room, it was like no one dared breath.
After a moment Mrs. Anderson speaks up. “I assure you that we have made sure that it is perfectly safe, those murders are simply rumors.”
Waylin rolled their eyes at that, they pulled out a bit of notebook paper. They began
writing a note for The Flight Club, they did this often and it would get passed around during the day. The note said “This weekend should we should meet up at the arcade -Waylin”
As the real class begins mostly the teacher answering questions students had. They thought about The Flight Club, they were all in junior year this year. It was insane to think they all would be seniors next year.
Waylin thought about a moment from the Flight Club’s freshmen year, they had been going to explore an abandoned building on the edge of town, so they had to take the train. They were getting on and Hollis was the last one to get on, she had lost her footing and absolutely face planted getting on. Summit had burst out laughing while Sol helped them up trying their best to not laugh. Waylin themself chuckled quietly at the memory. Once they had sat down and made sure Hollis hadn't hurt herself, they couldn't stop laughing the entire ride. That night was a very fond memory for the entire Flight Club they were sure of it.
Waylin checked the time on their phone to see when they could get out of this class. They thought about another moment from their sophomore year this time. No one was really sure how it had started but before they knew it Waylin’s phone had been snatched out of their hand, Salem had grabbed it and was taking photos of himself. Waylin had looked around and every one besides themself had had a phone taken. Summit hadnt had his phone taken but had taken Sol’s. Waylin yoinked Summit’s phone and joined the group and took a few photos of themself.
Soon enough the class starts packing up, Waylin grabs his bag from up off the floor into their lap. They put their notebook back in their backpack, folding up the note and sticking it in their pocket. The bell rings and the kids start filing out of the room.
Once Waylin is out of the room and off to catch Noxi and Summit at Summit’s locker, like most days. They hand off the note to Noxi and Summit looks over her shoulder, they both nod to Waylin before speaking. “You know you could have just asked us right?” Noxi spoke with a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, I'm aware, but I need you two to get it to the rest of The Flight Club.”
Summit rolls his eyes, “You’ve got to be less uptight dude. Nox was just messing with you.”
Waylin sighs and rolls his eyes walking off a few steps, the other two not following. Waylin turns around after stepping a few feet away from them. “You dipshits coming?” They both scramble to get their stuff and catch up to them, Summit starts talking once all three of them start off towards their english class.
“Dude! Not cool. I totally thought you were mad at us or something!” Noxi nods along to his statement.
“Oh, sorry, you two know I'm not the best when it comes to accurately showing my emotions. Come on, I'd rather get to class sooner than later.”
The three friends go to their seats that are in a middleish row farthest from the door. Once the teacher comes in they start going on an extremely similar spiel as Waylin’s history class and Noxi’s math class and Summit’s science class.
As it becomes time for lunch, Waylin meets outside of the building with the rest of the flight club. “Guys, have you seen the way everyone has been acting about the end of the year field trip for the juniors and seniors?” Salem asks as they all arrive.
“I mean, ya. Everyone is real~ paranoid about your Carnival Killer.” Hollis responds sarcastically.
Waylin doesn’t talk much as they get through the lunch line. They all make their way to their table, Salem is about to launch into another rant but is interrupted, by one Jason Hendrix. Jason was Captain of the football team, the same team Sol was a part of so he was more subdued then he had been when the group were freshmen. The guy had slammed his hands down on the table, the sound only being heard by the flight club due to the loud nature of the lunch room.
“Hey freaks, what are you up to.” It was a rhetorical question the flight club knew that, especially coming out of Jason’s mouth.
“Come on Jason, we aren't doing anything. Save your aggression for football practice today.” It was Sol who had spoken up, they had always told them after practices or games that the more aggressive energy Jason had accumulated through the day, the better he played in the end.
Jason scoffs as he heads back over to the football team’s table. Sol refused to sit there, choosing to stay with their boyfriend and bestfriends. Over half the group granting him an eye roll as he left along with Summit muttering a small, “Motherbreather.”
“So, Salem you were saying?” Waylin allows Salem to pick back up before he was so rudely interrupted.
“Oh right! I had some down time in my art class today, and guess what I found?” Salem launches off waiting for the group to answer.
“What did you find hun?” Noxi asks, a familiar sweetness in her voice and the nickname she uses for everyone in the group.
“This guy, the killer, recently killed a low number of people in a town about 15 miles from here. And guess fucking what.”
“What-” Hollis begins to ask before quickly being cut off.
“Someone got a fucking look at the guy! Of course they had a mask on, but we did get a look at the guy, they got sloppy and didn't delete the footage so they actually caught a decent look at his stature, clothing, weapon, mask. The whole shabang! It's actually insane!”
“Hey buddy?” Sol says to get Salem’s attention. “Ya Sol?”
“Drink some water before you go on k.”
Salem nods, grabbing the water bottle from Sol, drinking half of it in a few gulps. “Right so am I cool to go into a full design analysis on the mask?” Salem waited a second after a beat everyone had nodded he went ahead and Salem launches off into another one of his famous rants. “So they wore this like a canine mask but I'm pretty sure it was heavily based on like a carnival I think. It's mostly purple with a magenta like color inside the ears. It had stars topping the ears and had a star on the nose. It has these like metal goggles over the eyes with red L.E.D.s running through them. Another noticeable thing was that there was like duct and packing tape on the left goggle where it had cracked I guess. It also doesn't have any sort of bottom jaw. It is insanely interesting to think about what might have pushed them to wear that while murdering a bunch of teenagers.” Salem finishes off having said that all in pretty much one or two breaths.
“Wow. Every day I am more concerned for your health. every day how without fail do you do rants like that within one or two breaths.” Hollis says dumbfoundedly
After that the bell rings, most of the flight club cursing as they scramble to clean up and get to their last classes of the day.
Salem subtly intertwined his and Waylin’s hands as they head to their Gym class.
Ok Salem, drink water please. You just said all of that without stopping.” A red head in a football jersey says pulling out a water bottle from their bag.
A loud bell rings and the group of teens begin packing up. The true crime fanatic, now known as Salem, chugs about half the water bottle before speaking to the group again. “Cya in Gym Waylin!” Waylin the blue haired kid nods.
“Cya in Gym Salem. Noxi(a), Summit I will see you two in English.” They all wave goodbye.
Waylin heads to their first period, history. They make it there within six minutes before class starts to mingle, which they would if they had any friends in this class.
After some minutes the teacher, Mrs. Anderson, begins class. “Settle down class, I want to talk to you all about the end of the year field trip next week,” before she can get another word, over half the class are cheering in some way shape or form, “Alright, Alright! Settle down. As you guys already seem to know, This year we will be taking a field trip strictly for the Juniors and Seniors. This field trip will be to a traveling ‘round year haunted circus. Tomorrow will be your last day to turn in your permission slip for the trip.”
A blond bimbo cheerleader raises her hand and the teacher calls on her. “What about all the murders surrounding the place?” After that question it was so quiet in the room, it was like no one dared breath.
After a moment Mrs. Anderson speaks up. “I assure you that we have made sure that it is perfectly safe, those murders are simply rumors.”
Waylin rolled their eyes at that, they pulled out a bit of notebook paper. They began
writing a note for The Flight Club, they did this often and it would get passed around during the day. The note said “This weekend should we should meet up at the arcade -Waylin”
As the real class begins mostly the teacher answering questions students had. They thought about The Flight Club, they were all in junior year this year. It was insane to think they all would be seniors next year.
Waylin thought about a moment from the Flight Club’s freshmen year, they had been going to explore an abandoned building on the edge of town, so they had to take the train. They were getting on and Hollis was the last one to get on, she had lost her footing and absolutely face planted getting on. Summit had burst out laughing while Sol helped them up trying their best to not laugh. Waylin themself chuckled quietly at the memory. Once they had sat down and made sure Hollis hadn't hurt herself, they couldn't stop laughing the entire ride. That night was a very fond memory for the entire Flight Club they were sure of it.
Waylin checked the time on their phone to see when they could get out of this class. They thought about another moment from their sophomore year this time. No one was really sure how it had started but before they knew it Waylin’s phone had been snatched out of their hand, Salem had grabbed it and was taking photos of himself. Waylin had looked around and every one besides themself had had a phone taken. Summit hadnt had his phone taken but had taken Sol’s. Waylin yoinked Summit’s phone and joined the group and took a few photos of themself.
Soon enough the class starts packing up, Waylin grabs his bag from up off the floor into their lap. They put their notebook back in their backpack, folding up the note and sticking it in their pocket. The bell rings and the kids start filing out of the room.
Once Waylin is out of the room and off to catch Noxi and Summit at Summit’s locker, like most days. They hand off the note to Noxi and Summit looks over her shoulder, they both nod to Waylin before speaking. “You know you could have just asked us right?” Noxi spoke with a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, I'm aware, but I need you two to get it to the rest of The Flight Club.”
Summit rolls his eyes, “You’ve got to be less uptight dude. Nox was just messing with you.”
Waylin sighs and rolls his eyes walking off a few steps, the other two not following. Waylin turns around after stepping a few feet away from them. “You dipshits coming?” They both scramble to get their stuff and catch up to them, Summit starts talking once all three of them start off towards their english class.
“Dude! Not cool. I totally thought you were mad at us or something!” Noxi nods along to his statement.
“Oh, sorry, you two know I'm not the best when it comes to accurately showing my emotions. Come on, I'd rather get to class sooner than later.”
The three friends go to their seats that are in a middleish row farthest from the door. Once the teacher comes in they start going on an extremely similar spiel as Waylin’s history class and Noxi’s math class and Summit’s science class.
As it becomes time for lunch, Waylin meets outside of the building with the rest of the flight club. “Guys, have you seen the way everyone has been acting about the end of the year field trip for the juniors and seniors?” Salem asks as they all arrive.
“I mean, ya. Everyone is real~ paranoid about your Carnival Killer.” Hollis responds sarcastically.
Waylin doesn’t talk much as they get through the lunch line. They all make their way to their table, Salem is about to launch into another rant but is interrupted, by one Jason Hendrix. Jason was Captain of the football team, the same team Sol was a part of so he was more subdued then he had been when the group were freshmen. The guy had slammed his hands down on the table, the sound only being heard by the flight club due to the loud nature of the lunch room.
“Hey freaks, what are you up to.” It was a rhetorical question the flight club knew that, especially coming out of Jason’s mouth.
“Come on Jason, we aren't doing anything. Save your aggression for football practice today.” It was Sol who had spoken up, they had always told them after practices or games that the more aggressive energy Jason had accumulated through the day, the better he played in the end.
Jason scoffs as he heads back over to the football team’s table. Sol refused to sit there, choosing to stay with their boyfriend and bestfriends. Over half the group granting him an eye roll as he left along with Summit muttering a small, “Motherbreather.”
“So, Salem you were saying?” Waylin allows Salem to pick back up before he was so rudely interrupted.
“Oh right! I had some down time in my art class today, and guess what I found?” Salem launches off waiting for the group to answer.
“What did you find hun?” Noxi asks, a familiar sweetness in her voice and the nickname she uses for everyone in the group.
“This guy, the killer, recently killed a low number of people in a town about 15 miles from here. And guess fucking what.”
“What-” Hollis begins to ask before quickly being cut off.
“Someone got a fucking look at the guy! Of course they had a mask on, but we did get a look at the guy, they got sloppy and didn't delete the footage so they actually caught a decent look at his stature, clothing, weapon, mask. The whole shabang! It's actually insane!”
“Hey buddy?” Sol says to get Salem’s attention. “Ya Sol?”
“Drink some water before you go on k.”
Salem nods, grabbing the water bottle from Sol, drinking half of it in a few gulps. “Right so am I cool to go into a full design analysis on the mask?” Salem waited a second after a beat everyone had nodded he went ahead and Salem launches off into another one of his famous rants. “So they wore this like a canine mask but I'm pretty sure it was heavily based on like a carnival I think. It's mostly purple with a magenta like color inside the ears. It had stars topping the ears and had a star on the nose. It has these like metal goggles over the eyes with red L.E.D.s running through them. Another noticeable thing was that there was like duct and packing tape on the left goggle where it had cracked I guess. It also doesn't have any sort of bottom jaw. It is insanely interesting to think about what might have pushed them to wear that while murdering a bunch of teenagers.” Salem finishes off having said that all in pretty much one or two breaths.
“Wow. Every day I am more concerned for your health. every day how without fail do you do rants like that within one or two breaths.” Hollis says dumbfoundedly
After that the bell rings, most of the flight club cursing as they scramble to clean up and get to their last classes of the day.
Salem subtly intertwined his and Waylin’s hands as they head to their Gym class.