Prologue
Disguised as the academy's mascot, Victoria Sinclair roams the Saint Northwest Academy campus under the moniker Red Devil to sell illicit substances. Her luck leads her to befriend the offspring of the academy's founding family, who become both a blessing and a nightmare for her. Especially Damon Northwest, who keeps giving her trouble.
"The men came closer and finally stopped running. They were dressed all in black and wore those scary masks. One of them even had a long broad machete, sharp and shiny. The silver glinted in the light of the flashlights placed on them. Darcy and Britney were scared to death and so was I. Britney started to scream and started to run. Even Darcy and I prepared to run.But that bastard sociopath relative of Darcy just sat there with his arms crossed over his chest and watched the attackers coming our way. It was strange. Way too weird. Did he have anything to do with it?
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Four sweet donuts. Who should we start with?" The man with the baseball bat had asked.
"With him!" I snap and shove Damon in their direction, then turn and walk away from them.
But when I looked back, I saw something that would haunt me for a long time to come, and make my lust for revenge grow day by day. If I escape alive from the hands of these psychopaths, I will surely be imprisoned for cold blooded murder.One of them pulled a Ghostface mask from behind and handed it to Damon. He grabs it with a smile and I'm completely shocked when he puts it on his face. The icing on the cake was when he pulled a pocketknife out of his pocket and opened it. It wasn't as lethal a bladed weapon as the other two, but as crazy as he is, he was going to be Jeffrey Dahmer Jr. with just that tiny knife.
"You're so dead, Damon. You can kill me, mom and dad will find out who did it. You f*****g bastard and i***t!" Darcy yelled from somewhere behind me.
The fear in me was growing with each passing second. Because it all seemed far too real. I really thought it was a very bad joke made by Damon. I still hope it is. But if he chose to involve his own sister in such a foolish action, he succeeds in shattering all my beliefs that it is just a dumb game. My life was in danger, and I hadn't felt this adrenaline rush in a long time, even though I was a drug dealer whose safety was constantly in jeopardy.
"Counting to three." Damon said from under the mask. "Let's see how far you get in just three seconds. 1... 2... 3..."
