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CryWolf: The continuation

Act I
Scene I

Owen stood in the tiled hallway of the police station, he blankly stared into the devilish blue eyes of Dodger. Everything had been revealed, the killer was found--- But who would believe him? He shot and killed Mr. Walker, and if he said that Dodger planned all of this, it would seem like another excuse to get him out of this predicament. A freezing feeling sank down his back, every muscle tensed up and she just stared into his his eyes with a horrid, disturbing grin.

...And then the words repeated in his mind, "And even if I did, who would believe you?". It echoed, over and over. The ringing wouldn't stop and she just continued to smile at him with crocodile tears dripping down her face. Everyone around them didn't even notice what was going on, that a planned, schemed murder had taken place by one innocent-looking red-headed woman. Dodger killed Mr. Walker, and his love affair. Owen's father walked into the hallway and asked in a frustrated tone, "Who came to see you?--- Oh, Dodger, Owen's told me about you." a smile appeared on his face and Dodger giggled.

It was terribly awkward because a murder had taken place just recently, why were the two of them smiling and giggling! And as Owen barely stood between them, Dodger walked to the exit of the police station. She reached for the handle and pushed the door open, but not before giving Owen one last reassuring, terrifying look.

-Fade out-

Scene 2
Interrogation room
11:08 P.M.
Three chairs occupied the room's space, and in those chairs were two interrogation officers and a British teenager scared out of his mind. A large mirror was oddly placed on one of the walls. They were watching him. Staring him down, waiting for him to break. After a long bout of silence, one of the officers finally spoke,
"So, how did you find out Walker killed his girlfriend? We both know that it's the reason you shot 'em dead." He took a drag of a cigarette and he pressed it in the ash tray. A faint stack of smoke rose from the glass tray and into the already smoky air. Owen wanted to leave, he wanted to go back home, do his probation, and get away from everything--- Dodger, the thought of Mr. Walker being dead... Everything. He took a deep breath and lied,
"Yes. He would have killed Dodger sooner or later. I wanted to prevent that from happening." He closed his eyes and avoided direct eye contact with the officers.
"How did you know where the gun was? Did someone give it to you?"
Then, everything rushed back in his mind. The gun, Walker's girlfriend's photos, he tried to construct a lie that was convincing. An excuse, or some other type of lie to throw them off course.
"Mr. Walker told me where the gun was."
"That's all we need to hear, you're free to go."
-Fade out-

Act II
Scene I

Owen's father stood at the other end of the table, as far as possible from his son. It seemed just like yesterday that Owen was in court getting his eight months of probation. He was grateful but also curious as to why it was such a light sentence, for such a heavy crime... Maybe they knew about Dodger, and would let her slip up, and maybe everyone knew what had been going on from the start. Paranoia was like a poison, it consumed Owen's sense of reality. Everyone around him was an enemy as far as he was concerned. For the next two thirds of the year, he would have to watch his back with every step he took.

Roughly ten minutes after the silence, his father looked him in the eye and said in a monotone,
“I have to go to work. Remember to stay inside.” He stood up and grabbed his suitcase, leaving the plate of toast idly by on the table. He walked slowly to the doorway, each step made a clacking noise against the floor. He turned the knob and swung the door open, leaving immediately. Owen felt a great weight lift from him, being alone was the thing he needed right now.

Scene II

While his dad was at work, he would secretly sneak his cell phone from his dad's room and slip in a few instant messages to Tom and the others. Right now was the exact time to talk to someone. Today, he got a message that would make all of the fake wolf ones insignificant. Oddly enough, there was no screen name on the message, just text.

: It's not finished. Our little game is going to continue.

Owen's heart sank deep as he read each horrible word across the screen. What did this message mean by a game not being finished? Did they mean by that old lying game in the chapel? Although the screen name was not visible, he noticed the colon icon had a link in it... He clicked it, and a phone number appeared on the screen, and called all by itself. He frantically held down the power button but it wouldn't shut off, as if it were locked.

It continued to ring, nothing would stop what was about to happen. A clicking sound at the other end of the line ensued and it was a voice Owen didn't want to hear ever again. “Hello?” Dodger picked up the phone. But it wasn't her normal phone number, it was a new one. Owen reluctantly responded, “Dodger? Is that you?” he took deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, but she was still stalking him. “What do you want, Owen?”

“Why do you keep doing this? Wasn't Mr. Walker enough for you?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You just sent me an IM with your new number in it. What more do you want?”

Silence occurred between the both of them for several moments. It was another game, another bout of lying, but someone else had been doing it. Dodger hadn't done it this time... Someone else had entered the picture but the question was, who?

“Well, someone sent me this IM with your number. I want to know who.” Owen finally broke the silence. But still, Dodger didn't say anything except for a couple of sighs. As of right now, the both of them were in the midst of something of a far larger scale.

“Dodger, tell me who did this! It must be someone you know, you must have told someone your number recently. Try and remember who.”

“Well, I did give my number to someone last week...”

Owen heard the name and was in total shock. The one person trying to get him through this was the person who had planned the new lie. The new game, someone was going to die by its end. He hung up and shut off the phone, this time, the off button had finally worked. Owen quietly walked over to his father's room and put it back where his dad confiscated it.

Just after this game had ended, another one had emerged. This horrid game had a continuation, and it was coming this way.

Scene III

He locked his bedroom door and put the blinds down. For now he wanted to just clean his room and forget all of the things he heard, all the things he saw... Now he just wanted to get away from all of this, to escape. It just so happened that cleaning his room would be enough of a temporary escape. His father wouldn't get back from the office for another couple of hours, and nothing was on television. The ankle band was heavy, he just wanted to remove it, but he was grateful to not be in jail, just house arrest.

It still troubled him that the real killer had been happily in her last days of High school, while he had to study alone, in a cold room away from the rest of the world. Away from people, but also away from the potential dangers of the outside world. He had been sheltered and began to like it. At least at home Owen wouldn't have to worry about people hurting him. He wished that he was back in his London school. This had been his father's fault, if he hadn't sent him to this American high school, then none of this would have ever happened to either of them.

All of this could have happened to another kid, from another place. Owen wished that he was some other kid right now, just having to worry about grades and girls. No normal eighteen year-old had to worry about his red-headed high school friend causing him to kill a journalism teacher...

Act II

Scene IV

7:21 P.M.

Owen's father walked into the house quietly, looking around. Nothing seemed out of place, it was strangely quiet, his son's door was shut. “Owen? Where are you?”

Owen unlocked the door and opened it. “I'm right here.” He walked out and waved to his father. Still quiet, his father Stephen continued on his merry way to his room. There was tense silence, neither of them spoke to one another for the rest of the night. Owen still thought to himself about who started this new killing game.

It might have sounded ridiculous coming from Dodger, but the way she said it sounded legitimate. Even if she planned Mr. Walker's death, she didn't sound like she was lying this time.

The rest of the night had been quiet, and all of the thoughts that had emerged that day carried onto the next week.

Act III

Scene I

One week later, Owen experienced a rude awakening. Three loud banging noises went off in his father's room. For a few seconds he was frozen with fear, and did not want to get up to see what happened. After he forced himself to get up, he became immediately numb with adrenaline. It propelled him to walk right into his father's room to see Stephen lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood. Nobody else was in the room but him and his now dead father. The killer was still in the house, hiding in the shadows. A lamp clicked on behind him, and someone was sitting in the leather chair in the corner.

“I've found you finally.” Mr. Walker sat, laughing at Owen.

“But... But you died! How are you sitting here?”

“It's all part of the new game. The gun was fake, the paramedics acted out the rescue and put me in a fake body bag.”

“I don't understand though... Why would you do this?” Owen stood, staring at Mr. Walker, his heart pounding heavily. Mr. Walker had created the new game, he started all of this!

“But this gun... It's very real. Just look at your father there. I did this because of all the trouble you all caused me.”

“What trouble? I did nothing wrong.” Owen started gasping as if he were suffocating. Like there was no air in supply. As he calmed down a little he noticed Mr. Walker readying a real gun to shoot.
“You've done everything to cause trouble. I backed you up and lost my job. You tried to take Dodger from me. Everything was planned accordingly. The day you thought you killed me, I went upstairs to pack and leave. You obviously know I would not keep a real gun anywhere near school grounds.”

“But Dodger said she killed Becca and hid the real gun in your office.”

Mr. Walker sat silently and looked at the gun. He wouldn't respond for a couple of minutes until he uttered the words,

“After she killed Becca for me, I set up everything for you to be blamed for killing me, the fake gun, all of the police and rescue workers were all acting. With a few connections, everything fell perfectly into place. You were the pawn in my little game of chess.”

“I didn't want to take Dodger from you, you took her from me!” Owen was infuriated, no longer realizing that Mr. Walker was in control with a gun in hand.

“Well, now I'll have her for myself. Goodbye.” He aimed the gun at Owen's head. As Owen panicked, he turned around to run. But as he tried to escape, one bullet pierced the back of his skull. Everything went blank. It was over.

“Now, the game is over. Check mate.”

Act IV- Finale

AT THE POLICE STATION, the police were still trying to investigate the previous case when the case of the murder-suicide had taken place at Owen's home. That's what they called it, but Mr. Walker was still very much alive. It was Stephen and Owen that were dead. A week after, the funeral had taken place for the both of them. Dodger, Tom, Mr. Walker and everyone else had come by to say goodbye to Owen. What Dodger hadn't known was that when she broke up with Walker he had planned this murder for the past month.

“They said Owen killed his father and himself. The fingerprints were his, too.” Dodger was weeping. But there was no snow, no rain, no bad weather at the funeral. In fact, it didn't even seem like a funeral.

Nobody knew that the killer had been amongst them... And it wasn't Dodger.

Ten months afterward:

Dodger was interrogated and she revealed Mr. Walker's murder plan for Becca. She was sentenced to 12 years in prison with possibility of parole after 6 years.

Mr. Walker was arrested in his California home and sentenced to the death penalty. The police found out about the mob connections, the fake police and rescue workers. Each of them received 25 years in prison.

The chapel in the private school was torn down and remade into a new set of classrooms.

Fin

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Care to explain? Plagarism will not be tolerated on the vizzed board.

Are you effing kidding me? I have an account on fanfiction.net too dude. thechosenone062@yahoo.com or AVB (Alek Vincent Bock) is my account and I can prove it. It's not plagiarism if it's by the same author, Bob. Maybe I should sue myself.


EDIT: Well? Are you going to respond? I have also made a Final Fantasy fan-sequel. I make fan-sequels. Currently I'm working on a Death Note fan-alternate universe.

Whoa!!! Calm down BigBob obviously does his research and is trying to keep Vizzed a clean place. It's people like BibBob that make this world good by protecting peoples artwork, if anything you should be happy.

BigBob wasn't saying you stole the work, he just finds it suspicious that the same exact words were found on fan fiction and is only trying to clarify any plagarism with your explanation.

From one artist to another, I know it makes the original creators mad if accused but let's all be nice here No need to make things worse then they really are.

I think everything is fine... you gave a good explanation and you have shown a good amount of concern on various posts stressing about copyrights of the work.

Good work on protecting work Bigbob and good work on defending your own work lbock3

*phew* *cools down* I just get extremely mad when someone thinks I plagiarize work that I did myself . Now, BigBob85, I will post my novel on websites besides this one, just a heads up.

Not directed toward anyone: If I post my full book when it's done and someone says I stole the work I'm going to personally sic Neyro after you, WITH his arsenal of communist weapons and, *types in a game shark code* Unlimited ammo and HP.

Only reason I'm posting here is cause of Ibock and it needs Clarification. If I am indeed.. 'Sic-ed' after anyone, I'm not going after you normally. Sure you might think that communist weapons are like anything else, but you haven't seen Insanity plus insane engineering, have you? Ohh yesss.. We shall murder kill get them quite good indeed.... Yesss we shall....

Side note: I use run on KGB-Shark. Game shark is outtaded.

I'll remember that, neyro . The communist weapons you have are pwningatastic machines, I didn't say they were normal.

I didnt reply because I was away douche .

Plagerism is a really serious thing, and if I google a line of your review, and find an exact word for word match and dont see any way to confirm that that user is you, then I have to raise suspicions. Someone posted a review that game from gamefaqs.com and I dont see any resembalence between them, and the reviewer on gamefaqs.com, we just have to check up on these things, thats all.

Don't call me a douche. It's a**h*** to you, Mister. Anyway, I will post a lot of my stories on multiple websites, so obviously you might raise further suspicion, but you don't have to. I will now put "Made by Ibock3/AKA Alek Bock" on the title of every fanfiction, review, etc. Because on myspace someone thought I plagiarized the story that I put on fanfiction.net and copied the story I posted here. Going to give disclaimers at the top of every submission I make.