ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #2 free porn video

[Warning - while there is no sex in this story, please don't hate me for that, there is a post coital scene with Freddie & Jade, and a scene of a naked Cat and Noelle]

Located 26 miles off the coast of Seattle, WA, Schneider's Island is a peaceful home to nearly 100 residents. The fishing reliant island has maintained that steadily small and peaceful population for the last 20 years, after the mysterious deaths of 11 people that shook the island community changed everything, as the first murders in the island's long history. Unfortunately, they will not be the last.

On a fairly large chartered yacht, music was blaring while several people danced and sang, clearly a sign of a great party. The deck was lined with balloons and banners as much as it was with occupants, all giving off the same basic message: Congratulations Freddie and Jade.

The engagement for the couple had been a long and tedious one, and it had been over five years in the making since he proposed to her in a rare December rain. One delay after another had pushed them further and further from their dream of being together as husband and wife- Jade earning the opportunity to get a few acting jobs and Freddie's focus on finishing school and finding a real job. Now that he had his Master's and had a job lined up for after the summer, while Jade was between jobs for a couple months, the couple knew that this was their shot for their dream wedding.

Nearly everyone was there already from both ends of their friends and families, lining the boat and filling it out, side by side with the actual boat workers and servants, all staffed and funded by the heavy pockets of Robert West. With his less than sober wife by his side, Mr West looked out over the party guests, not so secretly judging each and every one of them, especially those that came from Freddie's side.

It wasn't that Freddie didn't have manners, because he seemed like a nice enough k*d, but he didn't come from money and he was way beneath their daughter. Ruby had argued at one point that at least the boy made Jade happy, which they knew was no easy task, but the indignation that the boy showed to her parents the summer after they were engaged, about what happened with Alex. The Wests knew that their nephew was not an entirely good person, but he didn't deserve what happened to him either, not that it was Freddie's fault exactly. Plus, Ms Benson was an absolute nightmare and the idea of being related to her was something they could never imagine.

Also near the top of their 'hate' list were the Shays, specifically Spencer and his wife Amy, who were loud, rambunctious, and most infuriating for the Wests, silly. They had brought their daughter, Savanna, which instantly nominated her for the flower girl, a role that Ruby West had already picked out a f*mily friend's k*d for. But since Spencer was the Best Man, clearly his opinion outranked theirs. Then there was the s*ster, Carly.

The former web star was now an anchor-woman at a big Seattle news station, and while she knew that her face was really there to get viewers given her web fame, she loved the attention and the job was easy. But she was also a bit self-obsessed, which, given how much involvement she had with planning this wedding, bothered the rich socialite couple of Los Angeles. Capping off the f*mily was the Colonel father of the f*mily who was hailed as this huge hero, which was something else to take attention from the Wests.

Even worse than the all the Shays put together was the heavily inebriated blonde who hung around the newscaster. Sam still had her natural beauty, but the bags around her reddened eyes told of the internal pain. She was even more violent and aggressive than she had been as a teenager. The blonde had become a mechanic at a local body shop in Seattle and her arms, and thankfully covered for the guests, chest were littered with tattoos.

There was another one of them that was actually already on the island, which was a blessing for the Wests since being in close proximity to some hulking man ch*ld was not at the top of their lists. But sooner or later, they would interact with this Gibby character once more. Though, he was offering a great deal to cook for the wed-ding reception and as Robert West knew, there was no better way to stay rich than to take advantage of a good deal.

Not that any of Jade's playmates were any better when it came to being normal or upper class. Nearly every member of her whole circle of friends had some creepy or awful quirk that made them want to strangle the young people over and over and over. The only exception was their daughter's old boyfriend, Beck, who they always were fond of and hoped to the heavens that they would finally get back together but that seemed pretty out of the realm of possibilities at this point. Beck was currently working on some show about a teenager who may or may not be a psycho. Needless to say, they enjoyed seeing their dream son-in-law on television a lot more than their impending one when he would visit with Jade.

The black k*d wasn't bad either, but since he never really said or did anything in either direction, they had to assume that he was more of a friend of a friend than an actual close friend of their daughter. According to Jade, he was doing the band work for a late night talk show or something similar; the Wests really didn't care. And Jeremiah Shepherd's son looked extremely out of place. They had to wonder what he was doing there since, according to Jade, he and Tori were broken up.

Then there were the Vega s*sters. One, semi-talented compared to their daughter, which Jade would constantly have over and would spend almost as much time as she would with Freddie, so of course, she earned the Maid of Honour spot. But her s*ster was an absolute nightmare. The less said about Trina Vega, who apparently was just a hair stylist, the better. Tori, however, had a record deal, and while she was nowhere near number 1 on any billboard charts, her music wasn't terrible and certainly had potential. It was thanks to her that Jade was able to get some of her original songs out there, something the Wests were certainly grateful for.

The Wests were certainly no strangers to Cat Valentine, but ever since the zippy young redhead had come out, they had seen a lot less of her. She was a sweetheart and Ruby had a soft spot for her. Her girlfriend however was a different story. She was the complete opposite of Cat and a smart aleck and had tattoos and piercings sprinkled over her figure. Noelle was a writer and Cat actually was still basically unemployed, playing k*ds birthday parties and babysitting for money.

The creepiest, hands down, was Robbie Shapiro, who was teaching at Hollywood Arts, of all places, in some technical aspect of the theatre. But really, it was a complete improvement over the teen who practically stalked Jade through school and carried a puppet around all the time. Still, as he stood there on the boat, trying to schmooze with every red blooded female in sight, a vibe of 'creep' couldn't help but arise.

One person that the Wests were actually fond of was Jade's former teacher Irwin Sikowitz, who happened to not only be an ordained minister, and would be officiating the wedding, but was also an old college friend of Robert's

There were a few more that the Wests didn't know or recognize, like the lanky pierced and tatted up blonde or the full bodied brunette that Robert West shamelessly checked out, and the couple wondered if they were actually supposed to be on the yacht, but the way Freddie and Jade were greeting everyone who came aboard, surely they would notice any gate crashers or stowaways.

* * *

Layered with a disguise that he had spent a couple months on, Sinjin Van Cleef had managed to sneak aboard the wedding cruise, so that he could warn every one of the real danger that would await them. The others hated him after what happened a few years back when he made a move on Trina that was less than consensual, so he was likely to be shot on sight by anyone at this party.

With that being the case, he had to hide away until he had undeniable proof that this island was going to be a trap, and that at least one of them was far more connected to the murders than anyone knew.

He just needed some more time.

* * *

Spencer brushed past a few people he somewhat recognized when he noticed Carly just staring out over the water, and wanted to see how she was doing. Ever since separating from Freddie and Sam a few years back she had grown up a lot but not all of those changes were for the better.

"Hey, k*ddo… you doing ok?"

"Oh… yeah… sure," she said, less than confidently. "Just kind of surreal. Freddie getting married."

"Tell me about it…" he said, holding her shoulder. "I'm honestly just getting used to being married myself, and I've been at this for… a few years now."

"Oh please… you're a dad now. You have to be a grown up," Carly hugged her br*ther a bit, anxious to see how this whole week would go. "Is it weird that I always kinda thought he and I would… you know, fall in love and do all this?"

"Eh, I think it's natural to play through all the 'what if's' and stuff when a life event comes calling. I remember how freaked out I was when Amy told me she was pregnant. I was like losing my mind because we had only been married for like three or so months. Barely any us time… so I played through all the 'what might have beens' then, but I'm happy. Like, ridiculously happy."

"I never would have thought the dad role would suit you, but you were practically my dad for all the important years."

"I was there for some of that, you know," a voice said from behind her. Carly swung around and instantly gave her dad a big hug, even though she had just seen him a few minutes before. "But thank god for Spencer…"

"Yeah," Carly agreed.

"Do you remember this place, hon?" her father asked, getting a strange look from his daughter. "Spencer probably does but you might have been a bit too young. The four of us came here a lot when you were little."

Carly almost asked who the fourth was, but the answer was obvious, and it was more than clear that her dad never really liked talking about her mom. Her br*ther, sensing that this was a tender moment, hugged his f*mily tight as the looked out over the water, and tried not to worry about to the woman that changed all their lives by bringing two of them into the world.

The Shays stood there for several minutes laughing and just being close as the party raged on until suddenly Spencer backed up and started looking around.

"Has anyone seen T-bro?" he called out, to no one in particular, but got no answers.

As Spencer looked around the boat, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Grabbing his pear phone he checked his texts and saw one from the man in question.

-not feelin’ good man. Payin’ da price for those gas station burritos n doin’ my time on the toilet. Imma get the next boat I can.

The eldest Shay ch*ld shook his head and laughed at the ridiculous smoothie bar manager, looking up at the Wests, and giving the signal that everyone from their side was there. Apparently, they had already gotten the signal from Jade and Robert West raised his hand to the boat captain and motioned to get started.

The boat took off in the next minute, knocking a few unsteady people off their feet momentarily, but within a few moments, the party carried on as the ship headed towards what would be, for many people at least, the last place they would ever see.

* * *

Just near the docks where a party boat was departing, there was a men's public bathroom stall, which was normally reserved for the handicapped, but someone had been in there for what seemed like an hour. But thanks to privacy, no one could really see or crawl into the stall to unlock it.

This might have been for the best, since there was a rather tall and lanky black man in bright orange who lay completely still and cold on the ground, his lungs filled with the dirty toilet water from where he took his final breaths. His head was no longer bleeding from where someone had bashed it into the ceramic base.

Yes, it was truly for the best that no one had to see T-bro like this.

* * *

They had only been on the water for half an hour before the girls all began to gossip about the coming week and where they would be spending their time. In a tight circle, Jade was joined by Carly, Sam, Cat, Noelle, Tori, and Trina.

"So, I'm assuming you've heard the legends about this place right?"

Jade shot a look at Sam that screamed of hate and condemnation for asking such a dumb question. "Of course I have. It's half the reason I picked this place."

"You picked it?" Carly said, shooting her a playful look. "The way I remember it is that I told Freddie about this place after I looked up cool venues to have YOUR wedding."

"Well, yeah… but still, I had the final word. There were other places I could have chosen."

"Anyway…" Tori said, trying to change the topic. "I actually haven't really heard of this legend you guys are talking about."

"Seriously?" Trina said, amazed by her s*ster's lack of awareness, which really was as ironic as it sounds.

"Sorry…" Tori apologized and looked to the others to fill her in.

"Well," Noelle started, adjusting her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. "The story goes is that sometime in the late 90's some… guy… never really found out who… went on a murder spree. Stabbed and killed ten people I think."

"Eleven," Carly corrected. "The story was all over the news here and it pops up every so often whenever someone gets stabbed in Seattle. The Schneider Slasher, he was called."

"Schneider Slasher, Schneider Slasher," Cat repeated, as if it were a tongue twister. "Schneider-"

"Sweetie…" Jade said, grabbing the redhead's hand tightly. "That's enough of that."

"I heard it was a chainsaw and he ripped people to shreds, but saved their eyes to eat."

The whole circle stared at Trina for several seconds, wondering if she was serious or if she was really that stupid. Rather than belittle the already losing at life young woman, Tori went back to the subject at hand.

"But that was a long time ago, right?" Tori asked, looking around the boat as if the danger might still be around. "So, we're not gonna get all murdered and stuff just for going there, right?"

Sam rolled her eyes, but Jade leaned forward and grabbed Tori's hands. "Look, Vega… it was 20 years ago, and they have weddings at this place like once a month, so yeah… we're all gonna be just fine."

* * *

Within an hour of the girls' conversation, the boat had docked on a quaint little fishing town that was pretty sparsely populated, and given the looks that they were being given as they embarked onto the mainland, these people were not fond of outsiders. The fact that 'servants' were carrying half the luggage didn't help with any of these thoughts.

Gibby met them at the docks and pulled Freddie and Jade, along with Carly and Spencer, aside as he pointed the way to the guest rooms in the big house.

"Guys… good to see you. And congrats," he playfully said, giving a way too hard punch to Freddie's shoulder. "As you can see, I got 'Gibby's' up and prepping inside and we have enough food for all week plus your wedding shindig. It's gonna be awesome."

"All these…" Freddie said, to the young men and women that were going in and out of the house with stuff, "…they work for you?"

"Yup…" Gibby said, crossing his arms, a prideful grin across his face. "All employees of my restaurant in Seattle and the other three I got in Yakima, Spokane, and Olympia. Should be getting a new place up in Oregon in a few months. Super excited."

"That's fantastic, Gibster!" Spencer said, offering his hand for a high five, which Gibby gladly gave him. "So is there anything else to know before we head upstairs and just collapse?"

"Nah man… you guys just kick it, and I'll see you down for dinner or whatever," Gibby turned and headed back for the house when something hit him in a flash. "Hey, you guys come over with T-bro? He was supposed to be bringing me some supplies for drinks."

"No…" Spencer called back. "He said he was feeling sick so he'll be coming a bit later."

"He better," Gibby said under his breath. "Or else we won't be drinking clean water for too long…"

* * *

Immersed in water a couple floors above the kitchen, Noelle sat in a bubble bath pondering what she could possibly do to handle what she felt needed to be done. As she sat there, just breathing to herself, she looked out and saw Cat changing in the bedroom.

"Cat?" she called out.

"Yeah?" the redhead said, coming to the doorway wearing matching silver bra and panties. "You ok?"

"Yeah… I just… I guess I don't feel like I fit in with the rest of you guys."

"Baby…" Cat said, sitting on the edge of the tub. "You’ve known most of these people for like 5 years. And you're plenty liked."

"I guess… I just feel kinda uncomfortable around a lot of them… I feel like what happened senior year is still on some people's minds, and the looks just make me feel… off."

"Aww…" Cat said, making a sad face, leaning in a bit to kiss the top of Noelle's head. "I love you Noey."

"Same here, Kitty Cat."

Cat went to get up and check herself out in the mirror when Noelle gave her a playful look, both her hands hiding beneath the bubbles.

"Before you go, I want to show you something…"

Cat gave her girlfriend a raised eyebrow. "This isn't going to be like the time you surprised me with that… toy, right?"

"Maybe…"

"Then is what you have for nice and big?" Cat wasn't great at being sexy as it usually came off as ch*ldlike, but she was giving it her all."

"Oh… umm… I, uh…" Noelle stumbled for words, trying to figure out the answer to her question. "You know what… never mind, baby…"

Cat gave an upset look and shrugged, heading back into the bedroom to finish getting ready.

Noelle raised one hand from the bubbles and revealed a shiny diamond ring to the light of the empty bathroom before staring at it.

"I guess the question is…" she said nervously, as if it could answer back, "Are you 'big’?"

* * *

"Now, first off, I'd like to thank everyone who was able to make it, and especially thanks to all those that have bent over backwards to make this whole thing happen," Freddie stared out over the crowd, his hand clenching Jade's tightly as he projected his voice to a dining room filled with their friends. "Mr and Mrs West, this could not have happened without you guys and of course, for having such an amazing and special daughter."

"Bleh!" Sam called out as she watched her former love plant a soft kiss on Jade's lips before she felt a sharp hand on her thigh.

"Behave, Sam!" Carly said, trying to rein her best friend in.

"And naturally massive thanks go to my friend Gibby, who is catering this whole experience, and I could not ask for a better guy to handle the job. So if you enjoyed dinner tonight, all the thanks go to him and his team," Freddie's eyes searched the crowd for someone else to comment on, trying to ignore the looks that Sam was giving him, but stopped on Carly. "I couldn't get away without saying a special thank you to my longest and dearest friend, Carly Shay for planning this whole shebang, as well as her br*ther and father, for always being there for me growing up, just as much as my own mother."

Marissa Benson rolled her eyes at the comparison, but still clapped for her son, despite feeling very little joy in the festivities.

"What only a handful of you might not know, is that legally, Jade and I have been married for over a year."

A wave of confusion and crazed looks covered the crowd, eliciting sounds of pure surprise and horror from their respective parents. The only two unfazed were Tori and Carly, who were well aware of this fact.

"We did it before Jade left to go shoot that horror show, and it wasn't exactly legally binding, but we decided to do it and have a couple friends there to support us. But, since no person should have an Elvis impersonator as their officiate, we knew that we needed to have a real wedding, and I couldn't imagine celebrating such a huge moment in our lives than with the people in this room tonight!"

Despite the shock and surprise, the crowd still toasted the groom and his blushing bride before everyone taking a drink in their honour.

As the crowd slowly built up a roar again, Jade whispered to Freddie very angrily. "I thought we weren't going to tell anyone about what we did."

"I didn't tell all of it, baby… so that secret is safe with us, I promise," Freddie stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "I just felt everyone should know how much this meant to you and me."

"Ok…" Jade nodded, taking a deep breath before joining the booming crowd that filled the dining area of the inn. She wanted to just disappear back into the room, but after Tori waved her over, she was pretty much trapped. There was a circle of girls looking at her now- Tori, Cat, Noelle, and Amy. "Hey…"

"Jade!" Cat said excitedly, practically jumping up and down. "Why didn't you tell us?!"

"Sorry, Cat…" Jade said, sighing heavily. "I had no idea Freddie was going to tell everyone. Plus, it was really simple and basic… but this is the one that actually matters."

"I thought what Freddie said was actually kinda sweet," Amy said, trying to come off as nice since she didn't know Jade nearly as well as the other girls.

"He's the best," Tori responded, earning a glance from Jade before Cat leaned in started jumping up and down again.

"You ok?" Noelle asked nervously.

"Yeah…" Cat said, looking at Jade. "I was just thinking how exciting it would be to catch your bouquet!"

Noelle's eyes went wide for a moment as she thought about what that meant, but before she could speak, Jade headed her off.

"Cat, I'm pretty sure you're the last person who needs to worry about catching a bouquet," Cat looked sad by the fact, but the subject quickly shifted.

"I never knew that Carly and Freddie had such a close relationship," Amy said, pointing over to the bar where the two long-time friends were drinking together and laughing, and a noticeable sneer crossed Jade's lips. "I don't think you have anything to worry about my s*ster in law, Jade."

"Yeah… he's the reason iCarly got off the ground, so it makes sense that they would be close," Tori said, keeping a watchful eye. "But with the exception of a few times when they were in like high school, they really are just friends."

"I don't know…" Cat said sheepishly, thinking back all those summers ago when Carly was all over Freddie, and the man in her sights not only popped her cherry, but obliterated every atom of her body.

"Cat, I love you, but you need to seriously shut up…" Jade muttered.

"I have to side with my girlfriend on this one," Noelle said, speaking up, earning the patented Jade West death glare. "Sorry… but I have never believed for one second that men and women could just be friends."

"They can… and they are," the Goth said through gritted teeth, clenching her fists so tight that it took Tori's soft touch to cause an unclenching.

Amy said something in contrast to what Cat said, but there was little more than buzzing in the mind of Jade West. Without much of a warning, she stood up and left the circle and headed out the front door.

* * *

A few minutes after his bride slipped from the party, Freddie was left alone at the bar when Carly went and joined the girls who were in the midst of an argument over men and women being friends. He considered weighing in, but the idea of getting into that mess just made his head hurt.

His gaze danced across the room, anxious to see if everyone was enjoying themselves, but for the most part, people were keeping to tight knit groups. That's when he noticed that Sam was nowhere to be seen.

"Crazy party…"

Freddie spun around, half jumping when her heard the soft and simple voice he hadn't heard in months and came face to face with Tasha, of all people, Gibby's ex-girlfriend. Part of him was ashamed as he looked her up and down, still unable to believe that she had gone from some scrawny cute girl to this bombshell.

"Holy Jesus… you look amazing."

"I know," she said, grinning and taking a whole shot in one go. "You can thank Jesus all you want, but it’s just genetics."

Freddie was put off a bit by the girls' arrogant nature, but that was just par for the course with the attractive young woman. From his understanding, after Tasha graduated high school, a year ahead of the iCarly gang, she went off to LA to become a model. And by complete accident, he had run into her in the mall downtown with Jade. She caught him up that she was just getting by and they exchanged contact info. And after three years of intense work and little jobs, she had finally gotten her break- a music video.

The summer after Freddie and Jade got an apartment together, there was this awful song that seemed to imply rap* called 'Distorted Signals,' and in it, Tasha was topless and practically nude and just danced like a stripper as the singer grinded against her. Freddie would never admit to watching the video, but he had it bookmarked on his PearPad. The humiliating video launched a whole ad campaign for lingerie, and last he heard from her last fall, she was becoming an 'Angel' for Victoria's Secret.

"Nice to see that you haven't let this fame go to your head," Freddie said, sipping his drink, and smirking.

"I came here for you, you know. You don't have to be an ass."

"Sorry…" he said, doing his best to look at her eyes when he spoke and not a bit lower. "Been one of those nights. Guess I'm a bit on edge."

"Understandable," she said, fully taking the seat next to him. "Figured you would be among the first few people from high school to get married, but I always figured it would be to someone… a bit closer to home."

Her words, as if magic, triggered Freddie's phone to go off with a text alert. He quickly opened it and the colour drained from his face momentarily.

"I'm sorry, Tasha…" Freddie said, taking a deep breath and staring at his phone. "I really need to take care of something. We can talk later."

"Umm... ok," she said, looking confused and a little disappointed. "Bye."

Freddie rushed through the halls of the inn until he reached the spot to where he had been summoned, next to the staircase.

"Sam?" he whispered, and the blonde rounded a corner and looked him dead in the eyes. "What's this about?"

"Look, Freddie…" she said, tucking her hair behind her ear, and summoning all the courage she could muster, and probably a bit more from a bottle from the looks of her. "I know you're here and this is happening and all, but… don't you think… I mean… its-"

"Sam… I have no idea what you're getting at… come on, Puckett."

The blonde just sighed and shook her head. "Look… I… love you and-"

"Sam, I can't do this again… not after everything that has happened, and certainly not here," Freddie stared at her eyes, and saw that this was raw emotion and that she felt what she said, but the fact of the matter was that things had changed. "I will always love you, and you'll forever be my… first in every way, but I'm getting married. To Jade."

"She's not telling you everything," Sam said, with just a hint of bitterness as if she was baiting him but Freddie wouldn't take it.

"No… That's fucked up, Sam…" he started to walk away when he darted back to her. "Look, Carly said you were doing a lot better, and that is why you were invited. You're one of my best friends and not having you around would suck… but if this is what you're going to be like… I don't know if you should stay here."

Sam sneered and wanted to respond, but instead just threw her hands up. "What the fuck ever, Benson."

With that, she stepped out into the night and Freddie didn't have any intention of chasing after her. The groom turned and headed back to the party where most of his guests were, completely unaware that someone was eavesdropping at the top of the stairs.

As Sam stumbled away from the door, she headed towards where the woods met the property, taking a sharp left before entering the courtyard. Had the booze besotting blonde been looking that way, she might have caught a glimpse at something quite sinister with other guests.

* * *

"You know, fifty thousand dollars would go a long way, Beck."

As the dark haired actor stared into the eyes of a very serious and very intimidating Mrs West, he couldn't help but see that she wasn't wrong. The truth was that he owed a good bit of money to some pretty bad people, so a little bit of cash would certainly fix that problem.

"So what would I have to do?"

"Well," the aging beauty began, taking a look around for any ears, "from what Robert was telling me, you and Jadelyn have some unfinished business that you wouldn't mind reigniting."

"High school was a really long time ago, ma'am…"

"Really? From my understanding, it just over a year ago since you k*ds..."

"You heard about that?" Beck asked, stunned that she would have this info. His mind fluttered back to the summer after their senior year at UCLA, when Jade came to him crying, begging for him to let her stay. One thing led to another, and while he wasn't even sure if she was still with Freddie, he didn't care. They had sex and just found each other over and over for a weekend, and just when Beck had dug out his feelings for his former love, she was gone, and not long after that, she was back with Freddie.

"I'm her mother. She does tell us things. In fact, she asked my advice on what to do about the subject of you, and I told her some advice that she ignored."

"Oh really? And that would be?"

"That she missed getting engaged to the right person. Robert and I were always so fond of you Mr Oliver, and we felt you would have been a fine addition to the f*mily."

"Look…" Beck began starting to feel very uncomfortable with this situation. "You just want me to win her back… at her own wedding?"

"It shouldn't be hard…" Ruby said, licking her lips. "Freddie knows he doesn't belong in this f*mily so driving him away shouldn't be difficult. Then maybe you and our daughter can get… back on track. Do it before the end of the week and you might just sink from how much you'll make for it."

Beck thought long and hard and looked into the windows where he could see the party raging on, and for a moment, he felt like what he was doing was wrong, but when he saw Freddie come behind Jade and hold her from behind, his hand just clenched, his conscience slowly damning him.

"You've got a deal."

* * *

Back inside the party, a former ventriloquist sat in a chair longingly staring out over the crowd, feeling a bit sad for coming here alone. It wasn't for a lack of trying at least, but no one wanted to be his date. Not that he could blame them really, he thought to himself.

"Hi."

The gentle voice snapped Robbie from his stupor, and pushed him into another one as he looked at the absolute perfect woman that sat before him, who he vaguely recognized.

"Oh… hi," he choked out.

"I'm Tasha," the goddess said, giving him a soft look.

"Oh fuck…" Robbie nearly said aloud, his brain clicking where he knew her face from as he struggled to respond. "I'm Robbie… Shapiro."

"Oh, cool…" she smiled back, "Nice to meet you. Friend of the bride or groom?"

"Both… but more so the bride… we went to high school together. But Freddie and I were roommates in college for freshman year."

"I actually went to high school with Freddie, but we met again a couple years ago and kinda reconnected."

"This…" Robbie took a deep breath as he was about to pop the bubble of awkwardness, "is going to seem weird, but are you Tasha Ra-"

"I'll stop you there," she said, looking a bit embarrassed. "Yeah. My last name is an absolute nightmare to pronounce and spell. I want to just drop it so I can be a one name, you know… like Madonna, Cher, Prince-"

"Or 'Cunt'," came a voice behind Tasha, which caused the model to spin around and see a thicker girl that she immediately rolled her eyes at. "I think that could work well for you. Full name Whore Cunt."

"Trina…" Robbie said through gritted teeth, already pissed at his former girlfriend. "The hell?"

"You two know each other?" Tasha asked looking back and forth.

"Yeah," Trina responded, tossing her hair back. "I used to date limp dick here years ago, but then I realized I needed to get someone on my level."

"And while you were down in the sewer, did you find anything?" Tasha shot back. "Now leave us alone. I was having a conversation."

"Not until you admit," Trina said, clearly a bit wasted, "that you fucked that music video director guy and that's why you got the job."

"No…" Tasha said, firmly. "I didn't have to screw my way up to the top… I'm not you."

"Just stop, Trina…" Robbie spoke up, shaking his head. "Just crawl back to whatever hole you crawled out of to get here."

"Oh, don't get me started on you, Shapiro!" she practically yelled, slowly moving towards him. "Shocked you could actually make time to come here in between your constant breakdowns and failed suicide attempts. I'd tell you to go fuckin' kill yourself, but you'd probably fuck it up… again."

Robbie was seeing red, and in an attempt to save face in front of this gorgeous girl that he'd thought about time and time again, usually in unsavoury ways, he just bolt-ed. The curly haired boy nearly knocked a handsome dark haired teen that had his eyes set on finding the bride and having a long chat.

* * *

Far from the nearly empty party, two girls, who couldn't love each other more if they tried, playfully walked over each other on their way to the edge of the inn's grounds, where the water met the shore. Cat, never one to do the thing that made sense, blindly ran towards the water, anxious to see how it would feel. Her toe told her the temperature was perfect so she took the next logical step- getting in.

"Whoa, babe," Noelle warned. "You're going to get your dress all dirty and wet. You don't… want…"

She couldn't even finish her sentence as she saw that it wouldn't be a problem as the plucky redhead slipped the dress from her shoulders, revealing her topless form to the water, the night's moon offering just enough of a silhouette that Noelle could salivate over.

"But…" the dark haired girl struggled, "I have… something I need to talk to you about…"

"Nuh uh!" she called out as she raced and jumped right into the water, leaving Noelle to watch her fish of a girlfriend immerse herself completely in the pitch black sea. "No more talking until you catch me, Noey."

The Michigan native was left on the shore, staring at the mound of clothes at her feet, wondering if she should just go join her, but the idea of taking all of her clothes off out in the open like this was incredibly uncomfortable. But, she'd be damned if she wanted to spend another minute more than a few feet from her love.

Without warning, Noelle heard Cat scream, and she dropped her clothes and purse in an instant and dove in after her to try and save the sweet girl from whatever terror awaited her.

* * *

Spencer was having a pretty intense nightmare about the island, where he was running from a man and trying to get to the inn but he was slowing down and the man was speeding up. The man wasn't even someone he knew, just an amalgamation of faces he couldn't exactly place, but it was still scary.

So when he suddenly awoke in bed, seeing Amy happily asl*ep next to him, he relaxed for a little bit, and turned over to face the wall and get comfortable. Which nearly gave him a heart attack.

By his bedside, Savanna was just staring at him, wearing her little nightgown, and as much as he loved the little girl, sometimes she could freak him out.

"You have a bad dream, sweetie?" he asked softly, so not to wake his wife.

Savanna just shook her head, but remained expressionless. "Daddy… did you know a lot of people died here?"

Spencer's stomach just tightened in absolute terror as this was the creepiest thing he had ever experienced. "No… well, I know… who told you that? Was it Aunt Carly?"

As creeped out as he was, Spencer felt prepared to take his daughter back to her little room by theirs, but he was in no way ready for her next response, which sent icy chills through his body.

"No… my new friend from the window told me."

* * *

"Cat?" Noelle called out, trying her best to see, and stay afloat since she wasn't the best swimmer. "Kitty Cat?"

Silence and stillness.

"Baby… this isn't… if you're ok, you need to t- ggggglll"

Noelle was silenced as she was pulled hard underwater, gasping for air, she just couldn't get, as a strong f*rce was keeping her down. She let out a scream, and the f*rce stopped as the dark haired teen gasped for the air of the surface, coming face to face with her near assailant. The cute, laughing, stringy red hair covered face.

"Hahaha!" Cat exclaimed, unable to stop laughing at the staunch scowl that was painted on Noelle's face, which was morphing into a sneer with each passing second. "You were like-"

Cat never had the chance to finish her thought as Noelle dove at her, using both hands to hold the playful redhead underneath the billowing waves until Cat began to really struggle, and Noelle snapped out of it and let her up.

"You… GANK!" Cat screamed as she looked at Noelle with a truly hurt look on her face. She quickly swam towards the shore calling out to Noelle who could just doggy paddle and stare. "You could have hurt me… you don't know how to play."

"Cat… baby…"

"Don't 'baby' me," she called back once she was ashore, dressing herself in a hurry. Cat started to walk off, but then grabbed Noelle's purse, and grabbed the keys to the room before tossing the purse in the water, which inspired Noelle to save it.

The dark haired young woman quickly grabbed the purse, and searched it for the real prize, praying that Cat didn't see what she was keeping in there. But the ring was nowhere to be found, no doubt slipping out into the pitch black water before her.

"Fuuuuuuck…" she said, squinting her eyes in frustration before getting dressed back and trudging back to the inn.

* * *

"Fuuuuuuck!"

Freddie looked up into the eyes of his one true love and watched as Jade came down from her second, and clearly strongest, orgasm of the night, as he tied to recover from his explosion. The dark haired bride-to-be took a few deep breaths as she settled down, her face nuzzling her lover's neck, as the waves cooled down inside her.

Jade loved when Freddie would finish inside her, but here and now, in this bed, the last one they would share before becoming a real husband and wife, it was some-thing that was beyond magical. The light shining in from the window illuminated Freddie's face, allowing her to see the smile on his face and love in his eyes before kissing him in a way that left no question how she felt in this moment.

"Was I too loud?" she whispered between kisses, knowing the obvious answer.

"Nah… we can just tell people someone was murdered."

It was a joke, but the moment he said it, he felt a little ashamed of himself given the island's history.

"You want to take a shower with me?" Jade asked, sliding away from Freddie slowly.

"Eh… I'm pretty exhausted, babe…" he said, looking at a sad look on her face. "I think I will just do a quick clean up and get into bed. I can't keep up with you."

"What can I say?" she said, biting her lip softly, "I am so turned on, it's ridiculous. Fine, go do your thing, but you better keep this bed warm for me, Freddie Benson. And we're having sex in the morning."

Freddie was taken aback a little by her giving him orders, but as he looked into her beautiful eyes, he couldn't very well argue with her being a bossy pants. "You got it… Mrs Benson."

"Ughghh" Jade said, fake vomiting. "I nearly threw up in my mouth… that makes it sound like your mom."

"My bad…" Freddie said, going to kiss her again.

"No kisses for you until I'm showered," Jade said, wrapping herself in the sheets. "Now go take your traditional piss and clean that beautiful cock of yours."

Freddie grinned as he shook his head and headed into the bathroom, leaving Jade to touch herself, still feeling the effects of the incredible sex they had just experienced. She might have taken it a step further and gotten started before the shower, but a phone buzz on Freddie's side shook her from her mood.

Her curiosity drove her to check it after only a minute, and when she saw it was from Sam, she was instantly torn. On the one hand, she knew that Freddie loved her and was going to marry her, but the fear that his old feelings for the blonde could pop back up anytime was too much to bear.

-im sorry bout b4. I love u. talk n da morning.

Jade stared at the message, her anger fuming, and she considered deleting it but her mind flooded back to the camp they fell in love and she deleted a message from Sam and it ruined their relationship for a while. So, she resisted her urges, and left it marked at new and left it alone. For now.

As she heard the toilet flush, with the accompanying faucet use, Jade put the phone back on the stand and started to get out of bed, ready to take over the bathroom for her shower, where hopefully she could wash away the way she was feeling right now.

* * *

It had been a long day for Sinjin, hiding in plain sight from everyone at the party, but for the last couple hours he had holed up in an empty room he had gotten into. The thin college student had been poring over books and newspapers, looking for clues that would link what happened all those years ago to what was going on now.

The names of the victims had been withheld when the murders happened, but were mentioned in an issue a few years later, and finding which one that was had taken up most of his evening, but finally he had found it.

As he scrolled through the names, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb, and it took Sinjin a couple minutes to realize why. And that's when the truth hit him like a ton of bricks: There was a killer here on the island… and even worse, they had come over on the same boat as him. The idea that a killer might be among them made him Sinjin completely nauseous, so he raced to throw up in the bathroom.

As he stared into the mirror after he had emptied his system, Sinjin began to wonder why he had come without Berf, and had taken it upon himself to try and save the people that ruined his life in high school. But that was the reason right there. He could be a hero and get the respect he craved at last.

Sinjin headed back into his room, setting his glasses on the nightstand and closed his eyes, rubbing his face from exhaustion and soreness, and let out a loud yawn, but it was silenced with a fist.

A single punch knocked the gangly nerd down to the bed, and before he could even react, a f*rce was put on his stomach and a pillow covered his face. He thrashed wildly, but whatever was on him, was no backing down, and he found that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He used the last of his strength to push whoever this was back, but before he could get a good look at his assailant, they struck him again and pinned him with the pillow.

This time, he wasn't so lucky, and within a few seconds, his breathing had ceased and he was still at last.

The killer took a deep breath, thinking that this certainly went down easier than what happened with the smoothie guy, before grabbing all the articles and papers from the nerd's bed. Dumping the information into a metal trash can nearby, the killer tossed a book of matches into the container, letting the stuff that would have saved a number of lives, burn to a crisp, as the nimble killer locked the door and headed back to their room, glad that yet another loose end had been taken care of.