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Morgan. · 30-12-2015, 01:21 PM

Scream Queens Season 2: Death Multiplied
Episode 1: The Unexpected Visit

The Insane Asylum

The Red Devil stood menacingly over Chanel's bed in the mental asylum, hovering a knife precariously over her skull that was shaking as if an earthquake was happening. They stood for a few seconds, before lowering the knife and returning it to their pocket in the interior of the blood red cape. "What - What are you doing here?" Chanel stuttered, crawling from for best and regaining balance. "If you know what's good for you, you won't kill me!" The rich girl nervously replied. The Devil gestured that they wanted silence, raising their finger up against their lips. They handed Chanel a blood stained letter, which she took and began to read.

Dear Chanel,
I have a proposition for you. I, along with my acquaintances, killed all those poor, poor souls at Wallace University. There were three of us, however just one remains now. You may have known that I was allied with Boone Clemens and Gigi Caldwell, and that I am Hester Ulrich, but what you didn't know was that I never agreed with the killings, despite being the brains behind them and loving the thought of death.
This is why I have come to the conclusion that The Red Devil must live on in the name if Boone and Gigi, yet I don't won't to be associated with such monstrosity any more. On the condition that I break you out of the asylum, you must agree to assemble another team of Red Devils. If you fail that, you die. If you refuse, you die.
The residents involved with the Wallace University murders are currently travelling to a Summer Camp, along with other victims of killings around the country. Here you and your team will murder anyone you can get your hands on, except me, obviously.
Sincerely,
Hester Ulrich, aka, Kappa Kappa Tau treasurer, aka, The Red Devil Killer, aka, The Last Chanel

The suit that Chanel thought had Hester in dropped to the ground as if no one lived in it in the first place, and a hole was blasted through the far wall. "How dare she think she's the LAST Chanel, I am the ONLY Chanel!"

Summer Camp for Victims of Traumatic Experiences

As the coach pulled up on the tacky, muddy ground of the summer camp, iron railings with electrical conducting metal slammed shut, locking the last lot of residents in for good. The railing in question would electrocute and kill anyone who bothered climbing over it, so until the program was finished there was no chance of early leave. As each of the selected young adults left the coach, they were greeted by Dean Cathy Munsch, Wes Bently and Denise Hemphill, stood in a triad formation with Cathy in the middle. "Welcome to the Summer Camp for Victims of Traumatic Experiences." She smiled, looking around at the dilapidated, ugly area. "I have selected each and every one of you to come here for a bit of security. For all of TWELVE WEEKS, this'll be your new home. You may recognise Denise -"

Denise waved enthusiastically. "Yep, I am the private security guard from Kappa Kappa Tau. Unfortunately I was cut from the FBI training camp so I got a job here, great to see y'all again!" She grinned, the University residents a little less pleased.

"And you're my dad." Grace pointed out, gesturing to Wes. "Let me guess, you've 'coincidentally' got a job here too?"

"Yep." Wes laughed. "I am your events coordinator and I'm here to guide you through life at the Summer Camp for Vic-"

"-tims of Traumatic Experiences, we know." Zayday huffed, as she was passed her suitcase by the coach driver. "Now show us our rooms before we get so bored we all commit suicide on those iron railings."

Denise nodded. "For the purpose of moving the hell on with your lives, we have chosen the room arrangements," they all sighed, hoping for the best. "Grace, you're with Zayday in Cabin 7, Hester, you're with Chanel -"

Hester looked confused. "But Chanel isn't here?"

"Well, we heard she's on her way, and you'll be in cabin 8." Denise informed. "That means Chad, your going to be with some if the lads from the Colombia University massacre."

"Sweet!" He fist pumped, everyone else just looking at him, weirdly. "And I'm guessing that's in cabin 9?"

"No, it's cabin 10."

Cabin 8

As Hester entered the eighth cabin, cautiously, she noticied Chanel standing there. "You made it then?"

"Yes." Chanel smiled. "And I accept your offer of course. There's just a few things that I need clearing up first." She turned, so she could face Hester head on.

"Thanks, the offer I set was unrefusable, wasn't it?" Hester giggled. "Now, what ever would you need clearing up?"

Giving a cheeky smile, Chanel pulled a red devil costume from the wardrobe. "Why would you farm the Chanel's? Why would you think you were the last Chanel? Any why would you kill everyone on campus?" Chanel aggressively threw the costume over to Hester. "Now, you are going to put that costume on and reveal yourself to everybody. Or else."

Catching the suit, Hester looked confused. "I can kill, Chanel." She warned.

"Oh please, you couldn't harm a fly, just look at you." Hester cowered over towards the door. "Now if I were you, I'd step out of that door, right now, and tell everyone what you did!"

Hester kicked the door open, where everyone was stood, waiting. Chanel had indirectly told them all she needed to show them something, and they were waiting. Hester raised the Red Devil suit up into the air, and the others gasped. "I AM HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I AM ..."

Alive - Cathy, Chad, Chanel, Denise, Grace, Hester, Wes and Zayday.
Dead - N/A
Red Devil Killer - Hester

Episode 2: The Devil Unmasked?

Hester raised the Red Devil suit up into the air, and the others gasped. "I AM HERE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I AM NOT THE RED DEVIL KILLER."

"So you felt the need to bring the suit?" Grace questioned. "And we know you're not, the Chanel's were found guilty, so you're in the clear."

Disgusted by Hester's defiance, Chanel hurried through the same door and uncovered the letter that Hester wrote to her whilst she was in the insane asylum. "She's lying!" The outraged suspected killer shouted. "And I have proof. Chad, come up here and read this letter that Nester wrote to me whilst I was locked up."

Chad nervously stumbled up, grabbing the paper and squinting to read it. "Okay, here goes. I have a proposition for you. I, along with my acquaintances, killed all those poor, poor souls at Wallace University. There were three of us, however just one remains now. You may have known that I was allied with Boone Clemens and Gigi Caldwell, and that I am Hester Ulrich, but what you didn't know was that I never agreed with the killings, despite being the brains behind them and loving the thought of death. This is why I have come to the conclusion that The Red Devil must live on in the name if Boone and Gigi, yet I don't won't to be associated with such monstrosity any more. On the condition that I break you out of the asylum, you must agree to assemble another team of Red Devils. If you fail that, you die. If you refuse, you die. Here you and your team will murder anyone you can get your hands on, except me, obviously." He then paused, to take a breath. "Hester, can you, like, explain please because this is so confusing."

"Right." Hester thought, everyone evilly glaring at her. "It's time for the truth. I was the third Red Devil. Boone was the brawn, he did all but one of the killings. I was the brains, so I thought it all up and ONLY killed Pete, for self defence as he was going to kill me. Gigi organised it all, we were murderers hell bent on revenge and I suppose it's over now."

"Yes, quite." Chanel smiled. "Who thinks we should kill Hester?" No one raised their hand, leaving Chanel to give a disappointed face. "Well we can't get rid of her, the gates are locked for 12 weeks. That means you're HAPPY to live with a murderer for TWELVE WEEKS!"

"Enough." Shouted Cathy from afar. "Just enough! I am going to live in a luxury cottage whilst you're here, so she can come out when I leave. Now everyone back to your rooms, I'll get Hester at 6 noon when I leave."

Cabin 8

"You got what you wanted, freedom to the whole world." Chanel applauded Hester. "And the deals off, apart from the fact I'm going to kill you right now."

Hester shook her head. "You wouldn't do that, trust me." She raised a gun up towards Chanel. "Because I'm going to kill you first. Now just stand still ..." Chanel began to slowly raise her hands into the air.

The door opened, then shut. It was Chad. "Um, Hester, what are you doing?" He saw the gun pointing to Chanel and was extremely worried for her. "If you're planning on killing her then I'd think twice."

"Really?" Heather questioned. "Seriously, what are you going to do?" Chad threw one of his solid metal buttons in a swift movement at the thin, hollow, glass chandelier dangling above Hester, and is shattered causing glass to penetrate her skin, thousands of volts of electricity to fill her body and blood to paint her skin. "AGGGGHHHHH!"

She was dead. "Chad!" Chanel squealed. "You just killed Hester!" He gestured her to be quiet, she she lowered her tone. "Well done, I was waiting to kill her as son as I got here."

"You know, it wasn't easy doing that." Chad sobbed. "It's hard enough killing anyone, let alone Hester!" He then flicked a switch which signalled the office, in turn causing Denise to appear.

"You called for the best officer in town, and you didn't get that." She noticed Hester's dead body on the floor. "Oh my god Chanel, you killed Hester!"

"NO!" Chanel angered. "The chandelier just fell on her in the middle of a civilised debate between us and Chad."

"Like I'd believe that." Denise laughed. "Now everyone out, if you leave now I'll go along with your story as a favour to being my favourite victims, but if you don't then I'm afraid I'm going to have to report you for the murder of Hester Ulrich." Chanel and Chad just froze. "Scram, before I change my mind!"

The Mess Hall

The Mess Hall was where they could all go and eat, socialise and generally be friendly, not that the Kappa girls eat much anyway. Grace and Zayday strolled in, heading straight over to the coffee bar. "Hey, let me get you a coffee." Grace offered, getting her purse out.

"Sure!" Zayday accepted, smiling and taking a seat at the nearest table. "Gingerbread latte please!"

Grace nodded, noticing another girl her age in front of her in the queue. "Hey, what's your name?" She politely asked, smiling warmly. "I'm Grace, from the Wallace University massacre." She then paused, thinking that sounded wrong. "Sorry, that sound a bit, you know, forward."

The other girl shrugged it off, flicking her brown hair. "No, no, it's fine! I'm Jess, from the Colombia massacre. I just came here to get away from the annoying lads that were also involved!"

"Same, really." Grace agreed. "Apart from myself and Zayday, the other girls are the typical rich lot that spend all day doing beautifications!" After Jess ordered her drink, Grace got hers. "Hey, wanna come and sit we me and Zayday, we were just discussing what'll be happening here."

"Yeah, sure." She smiled, being guided over by Grace and taking a seat beside Zayday.

Alive - Cathy, Chad, Chanel, Denise, Grace, Jess, Wes and Zayday.
Dead - Hester
Red Devil Killer - N/A