[Amanda.]

LUKE BINGHAM
"THE REBEL"

AGE
18

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Shawn Pyfrom

BIOGRAPHY
Luke is the older child of Rachael and Franklin, and, like his sister Bri, he became emotionally scarred during his childhood. He dealt with his sorrows in a different way, by experimenting with drugs, alcohol, and sex. For years, he has hated his family and is dreading the wedding of his uncle, but was forced by his mother to attend. However, he doesn't plan to go unnoticed during this wedding and has a few tricks up his sleeve to make the lives of his family a living hell.









MARIA DOMINGUEZ
"THE VIXEN"

AGE
29

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Michelle Rodriguez

BIOGRAPHY
Maria was one of Julie's closest friends during college, though she never really fit in with Julie's close-knit group of rich friends. She is known to her friends as the "spicy Latina", as she has a very sharp tongue and short fuse, but she is also extremely attractive and practically irresistable to any man that lays eyes on her. She plans to use this to her advantage during the wedding, as she has been longing for a man in her life.








MICHAEL "MIKEY" McCAFFERY
"THE SIDEKICK"

AGE
22

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Penn Badgley

BIOGRAPHY
As Andrew's younger brother, Mikey has always had to live in his brother's shadow. As a child on Harper's Island, he would often tag along with his brother and Graham, but grew tired of constantly being viewed as the sidekick to the two best friends. Mikey feels as though he was only asked to be a groomsman as a formality, and that Graham really doesn't care much about him.

[Amanda.]

RACHAEL BINGHAM
"THE HOUSEWIFE"

AGE
39

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Heather Graham

BIOGRAPHY
Graham's sister Rachael has had a tough life. She has been married to her husband Franklin for 20 years; although he constantly abuses her, she has stayed married to him out of fear of falling apart financially and out of fear that it would tear her family apart, but she admits that she feels trapped. Rachael is one of the many that is not overly enthused about the wedding.








RODOLFO DiLORENZO
"THE DOCTOR"

AGE
43

WEDDING SIDE
Bride

PORTRAYED BY
Michael Imperioli

BIOGRAPHY
Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo has served as the doctor for the Mathis family ever since Gail gave birth to her first child, Amanda. Although he's married with children, he has been having a secret affair with Gail Mathis for the past two years, unbeknownst to her children, and she insisted that he be invited to the wedding. He is still employed as a doctor, but he recently has been accused of having connections with the mafia.









RYAN MacPHERSON
"THE ROOMMATE"

AGE
30

WEDDING SIDE
Groom

PORTRAYED BY
Jensen Ackles

BIOGRAPHY
Ryan was Graham's roommate for all four years of college and ultimately became his closest friend at school, and he is now one of Graham's groomsmen. Ryan is gay and is dating Dale, and he is a hopeless romantic who hopes to take advantage of this wedding getaway. He has done lots of research on the history of Harper's Island, but unlike many guests who feel uneasy, Ryan is quite fascinated by the island's past and looks forward to spending time there.

[Amanda.]

Thank you Claudia.

And Jon, okay

Anyway I've finished the first episode and will post it shortly after posting all the bios today. I'll make like 3 bios per post so the first episode should be up by the end of the day. =)

[Amanda.]

After reading all of the suspects biographies feel free to fill out this optional questionnaire:

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :

[GypsyGoth]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
Josh Weeks is like soo a killer, or some type of creep.



2. Who will die in Episode 1? :
Shea Allen, killed for the shock factor, like Drew Barrymore in Scream.


3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :
Haley Mathis, because I like her

[DrunkerThanMoses]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: Flower Girl
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :JETHRO WALTON
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : They will all die!

[Amanda.]

Originally Posted by ImDrunkerThenMoses

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: Flower Girl
2. Who will die in Episode 1? :JETHRO WALTON
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : They will all die!

You're so positive.


First Episode has just been proofread and is bieng posted. =) xox

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2:
EPISODE 01: "HACK"
Note: The following contains graphic content. Viewer discretion is advised.

The skies could not have been bluer, the sun could not have been brighter, and the day could not have been clearer on the beautiful Friday afternoon in the Seattle harbor. A two-story yacht was pulled up at the dock, roses and wreaths decorating its exterior, creating a beautiful effect in the sunlight.

Over a dozen people were on board, chatting, laughing, and enjoying themselves. It was clearly a special occasion, and quite an elaborate one at that. A young, pretty blond woman stood at the balcony of the second floor, holding a glass of champagne and gazing out at the wide blue ocean in front of her. In a matter of minutes, this boat would set sail to Harper's Island. 'The next time I come back to the mainland, I'll be a married woman!' she thought excitedly to herself as a smirk spread across her face and she took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

Julie Mathis came from a very wealthy family; she wouldn't be standing on this fabulous yacht right now if she didn't. Growing up, she had always been rather spoiled by her mother, and right now was no exception: this wedding event was being paid almost entirely by Gail Mathis alone. Though even as a 30-year-old woman she shamefully relied quite a bit financially on her mother, Julie couldn't help but feel grateful for being able to have the wedding she had always dreamed of.

As Julie stared thoughtfully out at the water, Gail sat on a chair on the first floor deck, looking up at her daughter and sipping her own glass of champagne. As much as she felt happy for Julie to finally be getting married, Gail admittedly was not overly enthused about the upcoming wedding. Julie's fiance, Graham Deeley, was not nearly as wealthy as Gail had imagined Julie's future husband to be, and that rather upset her. Money was everything to Gail; one could tell by just looking at the extravagant sparkling red dress she was wearing, accompanied with the endless amount of jewelry that beamed in the sunlight.

Back on the second floor deck, the handsome Graham sneaked up behind his fiance and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, which startled her and caused her to spill a bit of her champagne. She whirled around and laughed, playfully punching Graham in the shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that!" she giggled, and Graham smiled and leaned in to smooch her on the neck, unaware that his future mother-in-law was below, eying him like a hawk.



A tall, dark-haired woman stood on the road, staring at the marina in front of her, clutching the handle of her large suitcase. A chill went down her spine; she kept having flashbacks of ten years ago. It all started this exact same way: a seemingly perfect day in Seattle, everyone excited and ready for a destination wedding on Harper's Island, blissfully unaware of the dangers that were lurking ahead. Shea Allen had lost so many loved ones during that cursed week: her sister, Trish; her husband, Richard; her father, Thomas; even her stepmother, Katherine. But that was ten years ago. History couldn't possibly repeat itself. It was all in the past.

As she convinced herself one last time that things would be fine, Shea took a deep breath and began walking to the yacht.

"Shea! I'm so glad you could make it!" Gail called out after spotting her good friend Shea. The older woman set her champagne down on the glass table and stood up, approaching Shea and embracing her in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Gail," Shea said quietly, faking a smile.

"How is Madison doing?" asked Gail after pulling away from the hug.

"Oh, she's doing great. Just started her first year at college," replied Shea.

As the two women continued their chat, maid of honor Haley Mathis sat at a nearby table, joined by her quiet boyfriend, Josh, and Graham's 18-year-old nephew, Luke. As Haley rapidly pressed the keys on her phone, texting a friend, Luke and Josh watched Gail and Shea.

"Dude, I would so bang her," said Luke with a grin, staring at Shea.

Haley immediately looked up from her phone with a disgusted look on her face. "Ew! I hope you know that Shea's old enough to be your mom," she snapped.

"Who cares? She's not," laughed Luke.

Josh did nothing but chuckle and shake his head at Luke's comment. Haley glared at her boyfriend. "Don't encourage him, Joshy," she quipped before her eyes once again became transfixed on the screen of her phone.

Suddenly, a young blond girl dressed entirely in black walked up to the table. Her arms were crossed and she had almost a scowl on her face.

"What do you want, Bri?" said Luke, his eyes still glued on Shea's backside.

"Mom wants to talk to you," the girl replied in a monotonous voice.

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Tell her to go **** herself."

Bri noticed her older brother staring at something. She followed his line of vision, then looked back to him. "Are you thinking about banging her?"

"Duh. She's ****ing hot. Now go away, kid. I'm busy." The smile returned to Luke's face as Josh once again made a chuckling sound, which was met with a punch in the arm from Haley, as her other hand continued to text.

"Fine. But don't blame me when Mom acts all bitchy to you later," Bri said before walking away.



On the upper level of the yacht, a three-person band consisting of a violinist, a guitarist, and a pianist began to play a tune as a woman stepped up to a microphone stand perched on the wooden floor of the deck. Everyone seated around her began to cheer, the loudest coming from an attractive redhead.

"You go, Mom!" shouted Andrea Northcott as she let out another loud cheer for her famous stepmother, local celebrity Laurie Northcott, who began to sing.

"She loved him like he was
The last man on Earth
Gave him everything she ever had"

As the beautiful country star sang the words, Julie and Graham giggled and danced on the deck in front of her, and she smiled as she watched them and continued to sing. Sitting at a nearby table, Andrea leaned in towards Maria Dominguez, a fellow bridesmaid.

"They are such a cute couple!" said Andrea, to which Maria smiled and nodded.

Sitting at a nearby table was the oldest wedding guest, Graham's 63-year-old father, Bronson Deeley. After his wife passed away about 30 years ago, he was forced to raise his two children on his own, and it had taken quite a mental strain on the man. He currently sat at the table, staring into space, not even paying much attention to his son dancing to the music with his future bride. The years had chipped away at his sanity, especially with all the emotional strife that his daughter, Rachael, was having to deal with.

"Bronson! It's so good to see you again!" came a voice from behind him, causing him to jump and whirl around. Gail Mathis towered over him, holding her champagne, her jewelry glistening in the sun, a wide smile across her face.

"Ah. Hello Gail," stuttered Bronson, clearing his throat. Gail pulled a chair up and sat down beside him, looking at the young couple swaying back and forth on the dance floor.

"You must be so proud of your boy," she said sweetly. "They make such a fantastic couple."

Bronson was too dazed to notice the obvious fake tone of Gail's voice. He simply mumbled something and nodded; Gail eyed him suspiciously before returning her gaze to her daughter and future son-in-law.

"And I'm sure Graham must be a happy man, marrying into such a fantastic fortune..." said Gail, but she was interrupted by Bronson, who suddenly snapped back to reality and furiously slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone around him, including the band, to stop what they were doing and focus their attention on the scene.

"What is it with you and money, you greedy little wench?!" yelled Bronson, who suddenly stood up and stormed away, leaving Gail to sit by herself. She showed no reaction to what had just happened; she simply smiled, chuckled a bit, and took a sip of her champagne.

"Well, what are you all waiting for? Continue with the music, please!"



"I just don't want him starting up trouble, Frank. This is an important week and I don't want him to embarrass us," said Rachael Bingham, standing next to her husband in a small cabin in the yacht, her arms crossed, a distressed look on her face.

Rachael's muscular husband Franklin moved in closer to her and placed his arms on her shoulders. "Don't worry about Luke, baby. He knows what the consequences are if he starts acting up."

The door of the cabin suddenly slid open, and Rachael and Franklin's daughter Bri stood at the threshold. "Luke said to go **** yourself." Without waiting for a response, Bri slid the door shut again. Rachael sighed, rolled her eyes, and glared at her husband.

"See what I mean?" she groaned.

"Relax, Rach. Everything will be fine. This is your brother's wedding. Enjoy it," said Franklin smoothly. He leaned forward and began to passionately kiss his wife. Franklin began to take the jacket of his business suit off, and he reached over to turn the light switch off as the couple pushed themselves against a wall.



A tall blond woman stood at the bow of the yacht, which finally began to set sail to its destination of Harper's Island. Amanda Mathis was actually dreading the wedding of her younger sister. Julie had always stolen the spotlight from her, stolen the attention of their mother Gail, and, worst of all, was always able to get whatever men she wanted. Amanda was 32 years old and still single, having never had a boyfriend of her own. She hated weddings. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. But in this case, she wasn't even a bridesmaid. At her own sister's wedding.

Amanda sighed heavily as she folded her arms across her chest, gazing absently at the horizon. She didn't even notice the hairy, rubber spider that had suddenly perched itself on her bare shoulder. It wasn't until it began to move that she let out a scream and threw it off herself. The loud scream was immediately followed by the sounds of two voices laughing hysterically. Standing directly behind Amanda was Stacy Stone and her boyfriend Caleb Spence.

"Works every time! I love it!" bellowed Caleb, holding his stomach and roaring with laughter.

"Are you guys ****ing kidding me?!" Amanda yelled furiously, and she stormed off, away from the laughing couple. Hatred and bitterness was surging through her body; Julie had selected Stacy Stone, the most immature 31-year-old Amanda had ever known, to be a bridesmaid instead of her own sister.

Stacy watched Amanda stomp away, still laughing. "What's her deal? She needs to lighten up!"

"Don't worry about it, babe, she'll get over it. I'll admit though, she's still my favorite person to prank," he added with a laugh, and he leaned in to hug Stacy and pecked her on the cheek.


The voyage took approximately an hour, but within that short sixty-minute period, the weather eerily shifted from cloudless, bright skies to dreary, foggy dankness. A cold shiver ran down Shea Allen's spine. Part of her wanted to turn back and return home; she was getting terrible vibes about this whole trip. But the Mathis family had become her closest friends since the original Harper's Island murders, and they helped her immensely with the grieving process. She owed this to them.

"Graham! C'mere for the good stuff, buddy!" shouted a tall man standing on the dock, reaching his arms out as the yacht pulled up and Graham disembarked. Graham embraced his best man Andrew McCaffrey in a giant bear hug.

"I've missed you, dude! It's so great to see you again!" said Graham, patting his best friend on the back.

A shorter, younger man stood beside Andrew, his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as he watched the two friends hugging. Graham finally pulled away from the hug and walked over to Mikey McCaffrey, Andrew's younger brother, and gave him a hug as well, albeit much shorter than the first.

"I missed you too, Mikey! It's been way too long, seriously," Graham said after pulling away from the hug. Julie suddenly appeared behind Graham with a toothy grin on her face, and Andrew's happy expression almost instantly dissipated the moment he laid eyes on her. This was that rich snob that was marrying his best friend; he had never quite approved of Graham's decision to marry her.

"Hi guys! Good to see you again! Andrew, right? And you're Mikey?" she said as cheerfully as possible. Andrew nodded quickly, then returned his attention to Graham.

"Well, come on, bud. The trolleys are all here to take everyone to the Candlewick! Didi's been dying to see you." And Graham, Andrew, Mikey, and Julie all made their way off the docks, followed by all the other wedding guests.

The trolleys transported all the guests and their luggage to the middle of the island, where a massive, mansion-like hotel loomed amongst the trees and the mountains. It was a truly beautiful sight, but somewhat foreboding at the same time due to the dark clouds above and the unusual amount of fog.

Shea Allen shuddered again at the sight of the hotel, the place where it all began for her ten years ago. Bri Bingham, who sat in the seat right behind her on the trolley, leaned forward and whispered something into Shea's ear.

"You probably shouldn't have come here. I'd go back home if I were you."



Didi Phelps had taken over management duties of the Candlewick Inn after the death of the previous owner, Maggie Krell. The inn had been shut down for five years following the Harper's Island murders, but Didi had reopened its doors. She was a very spiritual woman and believed very much in ghosts; she had no doubts that the Candlewick itself was often vacated by the spirits of those who had died ten years ago. As she gave the wedding guests a brief tour of the inn, she would casually bring up the names of some of the spirits that occupied the rooms.

"This is where Cal Vandeusen and Chloe Carter can sometimes be seen dancing together," she said nonchalantly when showing the guests the extravagant ballroom. Hearing those two names brought back terrible memories for Shea, and she loudly cleared her throat to get Didi's attention.

"Excuse me, but can you please not mention any of their names? Please?" snapped Shea, and Didi, looking slightly offended, simply nodded and continued the tour.

The guests were eventually shown to their rooms. Julie and Graham received the key to the honeymoon suite, and Julie immediately ran and threw herself onto the king-sized bed topped with golden, silk sheets.

"This is total paradise, babe. I am so excited for this week!" she said. Graham plopped himself down next to his fiance and leaned in towards her.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." He grinned and kissed her on the lips. The couple broke away from the kiss and stared longingly at the ceiling for a few seconds before Julie spoke up again.

"Graham, do your friends hate me?" she asked suddenly.

"What? Who do you mean? Andrew and Mikey?" Graham asked, to which Julie nodded. "No, of course not! What makes you think that?"

"They were really standoffish to me when we got here. I just got the vibe that... I dunno. That they don't want me here."

Graham rolled over to face his fiance and kissed her again. "Don't be stupid, Jules. They couldn't be happier about this wedding. Trust me. Hey, listen. I love you. My friends love you. Everyone loves you, Jules. I don't want you thinking otherwise, okay?"

They began kissing again, but this time did not break away as they began to slowly remove their clothes.


Ryan MacPherson was Graham's roommate during all four years of college, and during those four years formed a very close bond with him. Nothing made Ryan happier than to see his roommate getting married, and it made him even happier to be spending the week-long destination wedding with his boyfriend of eight years, Dale Mooney. The two began dating during Ryan and Graham's senior year of college, when Dale was only 17 years old. Graham himself had not really approved of the considerable age difference between the two, but Ryan was in love. There was no question about that.

"Look at this view! God, this room is so nice!" said Dale excitedly, setting his bag down and looking out the window. Ryan walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Dale's waist.

"This room is even nicer with you in here with me." Ryan kissed Dale on the cheek.

Dale was not very familiar with any of the other guests. He had briefly met Graham during Ryan's last year of college, but otherwise had not been formerly introduced to anyone currently on Harper's Island. But it didn't matter at all to him; all that mattered was that he was here with his man, and he knew this week would be the perfect time to propose and begin making wedding plans of his own. He had dreamed for years of being married to Ryan, and now was as good a time as any for his dream to come true.

After all, weddings were all about love and happiness.



Night fell on Harper's Island, and the younger guests had all agreed to spend their first night at the popular Harper's Island bar, the Cannery. Granted, it was the site of a few of the murders from a decade ago, but the young population of the island helped to bring the place back to life.

It was there that Graham was reunited with another one of his childhood friends from growing up on the island, the beautiful Yulissa White. Yulissa was also a good friend of Julie's, as the two women had attended school together in Washington.

"Oh my god, Graham! You're here!" she shouted when she saw Graham and the other wedding guests walk into the bar, music blasting from the jukebox. Graham approached the bar and Yulissa leaned over it, wrapping her arms around Graham and giving him a hug. "It's been way too long, Grahammy! Drinks on the house for you and all your guests!"

Caleb let out a whoop and pumped his fist when he heard this, as Stacy giggled and patted him on the stomach. The wedding guests dispersed and went to sit down at various tables, as Graham and Julie sat down on two bar stools.

"So how have you guys been? You here to give me some more credit for hooking you two up?" said Yulissa with a smile and a wink. "You guys know this wedding wouldn't be happening without me."

"Yeah, yeah, flatter yourself a little bit more, Yulie," joked Julie as Yulissa handed the couple each a large drink.

"So how's Andrew been? Still in a slump?" said Yulissa in a quieter voice, her eyes wandering over to Andrew, who sat silently at a small table with his brother Mikey. Graham looked over his shoulder at his best friend, then turned back to face Yulissa.

"I think he's still kinda edgy about the whole wedding. Maybe it's a jealousy thing?"

"I know why. He doesn't like me. He's made that pretty obvious," said Julie. Graham shot her a look.

"Jules, I told you, he likes you. I don't see why you think he doesn't."

Over at the small table, Mikey stared at his older brother, who stared absently at the floor. "Dude. What's wrong?" His brother's comment made Andrew snap out of his hypnosis.

"What? Oh, nothing. Just tired, I guess."

"Look, Andrew, I know what your deal is. You don't want Graham to marry Julie. I get it. You just gotta get past it, man. He loves her, why won't you just let it go and be happy for him?"

"I'm just worried about him. The Mathises... I dunno. I just don't trust them, man. They're a shady family," said Andrew with a sigh.

"How do you know? You barely even know them," replied Mikey. In response to this, Andrew reached into the pocket of his black hoodie and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He began to unfold it and set it down on the table for his brother to see.

"Yeah, but I found this online the other day. About Julie's mom."

It was a newspaper article from the Seattle Times, with the headline reading, in large bold letters, "Intimate Apparel Designer Charged with Embezzlement." Beneath the headline was a dated, black-and-white photo of Gail Mathis. Mikey scrunched up his face when he looked at the date.

"This article is from twenty years ago...." he began, but Andrew quickly cut him off.

"That's not the point. She stole over a million dollars from the company she worked for. Then she probably bribed the media to not mention it, because this is the only information about it I could find."

Mikey raised an eyebrow and looked up at his brother. "Dude... don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"

Andrew exhaled deeply and shook his head. "I'm worried about Graham. That's all."


Gail sat alone in her large bedroom, laying on her bed in a red, silky nightgown and reading a book, when suddenly a knock came at her door. When she opened it, a tall man of Italian descent stood leaning against the threshold, grinning at her.

"Hey there, hot stuff. Lookin' good in that nightie."

Gail blushed and smiled. "Oh, doctor..."

Dr. Rodolfo DiLorenzo entered the room, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and began kissing her neck. He was a married man, his wife and three kids left back home in Seattle, and had been having a secret affair with Gail Mathis, a long-time patient of his, for the last two years.

As the two of them began to make out, a short, plump, balding man walked into the room next door: the honeymoon suite. Apparently the couple had forgotten to lock the door before going out to enjoy the night scene, allowing Professor Jethro Walton to enter.

Professor Walton had always been Julie's favorite teacher all throughout college, and ultimately chose to invite him to the wedding; little did she know, however, that Jethro had had a hidden infatuation with Julie ever since she first step foot into his classroom. He walked over to the king-size bed and noticed Julie's suitcase laying wide open on the mattress. His heart began to beat heavily when he saw a pair of silk underwear lying at the top of the pile. Jethro picked up the garment and shoved it up to his nostrils, inhaling deeply and savoring the beautiful aroma of Julie Mathis.

A plaid, collared shirt suddenly caught Jethro's eyes, and he turned his gaze to a nearby chair, on top of which Graham's clothes had been thrown. Jethro suddenly felt a hole in his stomach; as much as he enjoyed being at this wedding with Julie, he loathed the idea that she was getting married. Having been a single man all his life, Professor Walton longed for a woman in his life.

And he wanted no one but Julie Mathis.


The moon was full and bright in the sky, though it was masked slightly by a few wispy gray clouds. Rachael Bingham sat out on the balcony of her bedroom, sipping a glass of champagne and looking out at the scenery. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and a single drop trickled down her cheek.

Rachael never had an easy life, at least not for the past 20 years. Franklin was, at times, a wonderful husband indeed, but he was also quite abusive towards her. She could no longer keep track of the number of times he had attacked her both physically and verbally. Most of the time it was fueled by alcohol, but then there were times when he would just lash out at her. Coupled with the fact that both her children were very rambunctious and rebellious, it took a heavy emotional toll on Rachael.

A gentle knock was heard on the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony. Rachael frantically wiped her tears away and whirled around to see Shea Allen standing in the doorway.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Shea.

"Oh! No problem at all, have a seat," replied Rachael as cheerily as she could, trying her hardest to hide the fact she had just been crying. Shea sat down on the chair next to Rachael and joined her in looking out at the trees.

"It feels like just yesterday that I was here for my sister's wedding," Shea said thoughtfully after several seconds of silence between the two women.

"It must be so hard for you to be back here after all that tragedy," said Rachael.

Shea nodded. "It is. It's so hard. But it's also a good way for me to pay my respects. Not just to my family, but to everyone else who died here."

Several more silent seconds passed before Shea once again broke it.

"Your daughter said something to me earlier today. She warned me... she said I shouldn't have come here, and that I should go back home. I wanted to ask you about that."

Rachael suddenly looked over at Shea, her eyes wide. "She... she said that?" Rachael sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Bri claims she can see the future. I don't buy a word of it. She's gotten really into witchcraft or Wicca or whatever it's called these days... it's gotten me really concerned. I don't believe in any of that stuff though, so I would take what she says with a grain of salt."

"My daughter Madison had similar... premonitions, I guess you could call them. Ten years ago, on this island," Shea said quietly, her voice quivering slightly out of fear. "I'm worried, Rachael. I'm worried that history might repeat itself."


3 A.M. approached, and darkness and silence quickly began to engulf the island. The wedding guests left the Cannery, several of them stumbling drunkenly after their eventful outing. Caleb and Stacy, arguably the drunkest out of everyone, broke apart from the group and wandered off alone into the woods. Caleb couldn't stop laughing, and Stacy was starting to become very curious about what could possibly have been so funny.

"Come on, come on, tell me!" she slurred after the two of them stopped in a small clearing in the dark woods. "This better be good, Caleb, 'cause this forest is creepin' me out!"

"Shh, shh, listen. I just thought of the perfect prank to pull on these people. You know how so many of them are all freaked out by the murders that happened here. So let's pretend that we're getting murdered! It'll be so funny! They'll all bug out!" Caleb said, still laughing uncontrollably.

Stacy burst into laughter herself. "Oh my god, Caleb, you are so evil, but I love it!"

The two of them suddenly quieted down and stared each other in the eyes. Caleb leaned in to peck his girlfriend on the lips, then the two of them began to count in unison.

"One... two... three."

Caleb and Stacy both began to scream at the top of their lungs at the same time. "Help! Help us! Somebody help!"

Laughing, Caleb turned around, cupping his hands to his mouth to amplify the sound of his fake cries for help. Meanwhile, Stacy stood behind him, covering her mouth to hide the sounds of laughter escaping her mouth. All the while, she was totally unaware of the rustling in the bushes just behind her.

Caleb's final cries echoed amongst the trees, but he came to a dead stop when he heard the terrifying sound of metal slicing through something, followed immediately by a loud thud. Caleb slowly turned his head around to look over his shoulder, and his stomach lurched when he saw the bloody head of his girlfriend Stacy Stone still rolling on the grass, her headless body still standing upright for a few seconds before it crumpled to the ground as well.

This time a genuine scream of fear echoed through the island, as Caleb stood absolutely still, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the beheaded corpse and the bloodied head of his girlfriend. Tears immediately filled his eyes, blurring his already impaired vision due to the alcohol surging through his bloodstream.

Caleb was far too distracted with what was on the ground in front of him to notice the shadowy figure slowly approaching him, unable to be distinguished in the darkness of the forest. Caleb did, however, see the brief glistening of metal in the moonlight, a mere fraction of a second before a sharp knife was plunged into his stomach.

The breath immediately escaped him and he gasped, desperately trying to inhale, but finding himself incapable. Someone had done this to him and Stacy. Someone was here to kill them. As he felt the life quickly being sucked out of him, he tried with all his strength to look up at his murderer, but between the alcohol, the tears, and the fact he had just been brutally stabbed, he simply could not make out the killer's identity.

He did, however, hear five distinct words before everything went black.

"This is just the beginning."

[Amanda.]

MUSIC FROM EPISODE 1:
Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power" [Harper's Island 2 theme]
Matt White - "Best Days" [played during beginning of the yacht scene]
Martina McBride - "A Broken Wing" [sung by Laurie Northcott on the yacht]
Ray Barretto - "Acid" [played as Julie and Graham begin to have sex]
311 - "Hey You" [song playing in the Cannery]


EPISODE 1 QUESTIONNAIRE:

Please fill out this quick survey along with additional comments about the episode:

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 2?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?

[GypsyGoth]

It was stunning. I like Gail a lot more than I thought I would.

And Bri whispering in Shea's ear was spooky. Plus very good death scenes.

Will do questionnaire, when I'm more awake.

[Tom4784]

That was very fun and well written Amanda, I'm definately looking foward to more. I'm surprised that those two characters died so quickly as I expected them to be the 'Chloe and Cal' of the story.

1. Who is/are the killer(s)? I'm thinking Josh at the moment.
2. Who will die in Episode 2? Jethro
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)? Bri and her mother I think.

Once again well done Amanda I love it.

[Shaun]

Great writing, Amanda!

1) I think possibly...Jethro. It can't be Graham surely
2) I think Andrew and maybe Rodolfo too.
3) Shea has to! And Bri...maybe Julie too.

[GypsyGoth]

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?:
Josh Weeks, I'm still suspicious of him but Jethro Walton is well dodgy.

2. Who will die in Episode 2 ?:
Luke.

3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? :
Haley Mathis and Bri
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[Rob]

wow, that's really good, you've got talent, have you considered doing this for a career?

[Amanda.]

Thank you everyone =)

[Amanda.]

EPISODE TWO: "Tumble"
*Gail's past comes back to haunt her in several ways.
*Shea visits the graves of her loved ones, and Didi uses her spiritual connections to bring closure to Shea.
*Both Graham and Julie begin to have second thoughts about the wedding based on the concerns of their guests.
*Two more people bite the dust, and the wedding guests are still blissfully unaware of the murders taking place.

[Jords]

This was actually awesome! Well done!

1. Josh.
2. No idea? Maybe Jethro.
3. Shea, I hope so anyway. Maybe Bri...

[Amanda.]

Thank You =D

[Dolphin-and-Whale]

I'm a bit later so I'll do this now. Good IDea Amanda, I'll follow it for sure.

1. Who is/are the killer(s) ?: The Professor
2. Who will die in Episode 1? : Hmm, everyone already knows this so I'll seem stupid. Stacy Stone is my guess.
3. Who will excape Harper's Island (if anyone)? : Hmm, FlowerGirl.

Nice casting aswell. Heather Graham is delicious

[Amanda.]

I have the 2nd and 3rd episodes written, but as of right now, I've lost the motivation to write past it much, I'll probably pick it up after Elimination so I have more time to write it.

I'll post the 2nd episode tomorrow and the 3rd next week, then I'll slowly write them.

[GypsyGoth]

No problem Amanda, I've really enjoyed the first episode. Whenever you get to the other episodes is fine with me. This girl is hooked.

[Amanda.]

HARPER'S ISLAND 2:
Episode 2: "Tumble"
Note: The following contains graphic content.

Julie Mathis sat in the main lobby of the Candlewick, where a complementary breakfast was being served. She sat alone at a table; it was still early in the morning, and everyone else must have still been asleep. Didi suddenly entered the room and immediately noticed the blond woman sitting alone.

"Good morning, ma'am," Didi said politely, walking over to Julie and smiling at her.

Julie looked up at Didi and grinned slightly. "You can call me Julie, Didi."

"Of course, Julie. How was your night? You're up early."

Julie sighed. "Yeah... I wasn't able to get much sleep last night. Just thinking about this whole wedding."

Didi suddenly pulled up a chair and sat down beside Julie, looking concerned. "You're not having second thoughts...?"

"Oh, no no," said Julie quickly. "No, I love Graham and I absolutely want to marry him. But our families and friends... well, they all clash. My family's not so crazy about Graham, and his friends don't seem to like me much either."

Didi reached out and placed her hand on Julie's. "Honey, you can't let what other people think get you down. You love Graham, and that's all that matters. As for everyone else... well, pardon my french, but screw 'em! If they really didn't want to see this wedding happen, do you really think they all would've bothered to take time off work and come all the way out here just for you two?"

Julie paused, then nodded. She looked up at Didi and smiled. "You're right, Didi. Thanks."

Didi smiled at Julie, who then leaned in to hug Didi.



Amanda Mathis lay in her bed, staring across the room at her roommate for the week, Maria Dominguez, a million thoughts rushing through her mind. Maria was another woman Julie had chosen as a bridesmaid over her; it made her feel even more resentful of her sister. Why had Amanda been so neglected? Despite being the oldest Mathis daughter, Gail had practically tossed her aside and focused all her attention on Julie as soon as she was born. She hated her family. She didn't even know why she was here.

Maria suddenly shuffled in her bed, then opened her eyes and looked over at Amanda. She grinned. "Good morning."

Amanda grinned back at her, but anger and contempt surged through her bloodstream. 'I need to stick it out,' Amanda thought to herself. She figured that leaving the island would only make things worse between her and her family. Why not endure this week and enjoy it as much as she could?

Plus, there were a lot of attractive guys here. Plenty of opportunities to hook up.

"So you have fun last night?" said Maria in her thick Latina accent, breaking the seemingly endless silence between them.

Amanda said nothing, but simply nodded.

"I noticed that one guy, Andrew I think his name is? The best man? He was really hitting on you, girl," said Maria.

For the first time since she arrived on the island, a genuine smile spread across Amanda's lips, and she lifted her head off her pillow. "Really?" she asked, intrigued.

Maybe things would start to improve after all for Amanda Mathis.




Yulissa White unlocked the large, heavy door of the Cannery and flipped over the "CLOSED" sign so that it read "OPEN" from the outside. She snatched a white rag from a nearby bucket, wrung it out, and began to wipe down the old mahogany bar.

After only a couple minutes, she was startled by a sudden rapping on the door. Setting the rag down, Yulissa walked to the door and yanked it open to find a tall, African American man standing at the threshold, smiling at her. As soon as she saw the man's face she returned the smile.

"Hi Dad," she said in a welcoming tone.

Vance White was a long-time local of Harper's Island. He was around during both sets of murders that plagued the place, but managed to survive with both his life and his sanity intact, while several other locals had not been so lucky. He had his family; he had his daughter. That was all that mattered to him.

It was also Vance White that would be marrying Graham Deeley, his godson, to the lovely Julie Mathis.

"What's up?" asked Yulissa after a few seconds of no response from her father.

"Does something need to be 'up' for a father to come visit his daughter?" he asked, still smiling. "I hardly ever get to see you anymore, Yulie."

"Well, Dad, I've been busy with the bar..."

"I know, I know. I just want to check up and make sure you're okay..."

Yulissa cut him off. "Dad, really? Why wouldn't I be okay? I'm a grown woman."

Vance sighed. "I know, Yulie. Forget I even came here." There was a long pause as Vance frowned. "So, uh... I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding rehearsal then?"

Yulissa nodded, and Vance turned and began to walk away. He loved his daughter more than anything in the world, but more often than not he felt as though that love was unrequited. He began to look over his shoulder, hoping to see his daughter still standing there, feeling guilty about giving him attitude. But before he could even look back, he heard the door slam shut.

Upon returning to the bar to continue her cleaning, Yulissa caught a glimpse of the two framed pictures propped up on one of the shelves behind the bar. She examined the first: it was a photo of herself at the age of about 5 or 6, with her closest childhood friends, Graham Deeley and Andrew McCaffrey, on either side of her. Yulissa smiled, then turned her attention to the picture standing directly beside it. It was another childhood photo of herself, but this time she was accompanied by a different young boy, grinning ear-to-ear. It was the boy that would one day grow up to become the infamous Harper's Island killer. It was her other best friend growing up on the island: Henry Dunn.




Several of the wedding guests took a small day trip to the Harper's Island cemetery, which had once been a rather empty site. But ten years ago, the number of tombstones in the small field almost doubled. A section of the cemetery had been reserved for the gravestones of the 30 or so people that had lost their lives to the savage John Wakefield and Henry Dunn.

Shea Allen was among the guests that had gone to the cemetery. She could not hold back the tears; they poured down her face as she stood among the tombstones bearing the names of her loved ones. This was essentially the prime reason she had decided to come back to the island: she needed to pay respects to her family, her friends, and all the other innocent lives that were lost because of the senseless murders.

It was literally silent as a tomb in the open clearing of the forest. Shea stood in front of the largest tombstone of them all, which was almost pure white in color. It was the grave of her sister, Trish Wellington, the woman who had come here to marry the man of her dreams, only to watch her loved ones die one by one, and then get murdered herself, at the very hands of the man she loved. Shea sobbed uncontrollably; she was eventually brought to her knees and buried her face in her hands, the tears flowing into her palms as she knelt at her sister's grave.

Rachael Bingham came up behind her and sympathetically placed a hand on Shea's shoulder. The two had grown close in just the past couple of days, and Rachael almost saw Shea as the best friend she never had. Various wedding guests started leaving the cemetery, until Rachael and Shea were two of the only ones remaining. Behind the two women stood Rachael's two children, Luke and Bri, both of whom looked bored and uninterested. Bri twirled her long dirty blond hair around her finger, while Luke stood stiffly with his arms folded across his chest. He then let out a heavy sigh and glanced at his watch.

"So... are we done here?" he grumbled impatiently.

Rachael looked over her shoulder and shot Luke an angry look. "Luke. Have some god damn respect," she snapped angrily, and she returned her attention to Shea.

Luke looked over at his sister, who looked back at him and rolled her eyes.



In a more secluded area of the cemetery - one that was crowded with trees and, as a result, was much darker - Ryan MacPherson stared at the only two graves in the area: the graves of the two people responsible for all the deaths that occurred on this island. The larger tombstone belonged to John Wakefield, while the smaller one next to it represented his son, Henry Dunn. Ryan's boyfriend, Dale, stood a few feet behind him, his hands in his pockets, staring at the back of Ryan's head.

"It's so fascinating, isn't it?" Ryan asked suddenly, breaking the intense silence in the small, enclosed area.

"What is?" asked Dale, as if snapping out of a trance.

"The fact that these two guys killed almost three dozen people on this island. Probably even more. It just blows me mind that anyone could be so sick and twisted to kill that many people, for practically no reason." Ryan shook his head in disgust, and yet his eyes remained glued on the two graves.

Dale slowly approached his boyfriend and placed his hands on Ryan's shoulders. He began to massage them.

"Try not to think about it too much, babe. They're both dead; they're done killing people," he said soothingly. Ryan whirled around suddenly and began to passionately kiss Dale. In the heat of the moment, Dale began to take Ryan's shirt off, and Ryan himself began to undo his belt.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Santogold - "Shove It"]

The two men began to further undress themselves and each other as they went to the ground, continuing to kiss and embrace each other.

And all the while, the gravestones of John Wakefield and Henry Dunn eerily loomed over them, casting their shadows upon the couple.



"You better call me back, Howard. I'm expecting to hear back from you," snapped Laurie Northcott before suddenly clicking her cell phone off.

The beautiful country singer began to pace back and forth across her room, as her stepdaughter, the equally beautiful, redheaded Andrea Northcott, sat on her king-sized bed and watched her.

"Well? What did he say?" asked Andrea after a few seconds of silence.

"Just... take my advice, doll: don't get a lawyer. They're totally worthless," said Laurie before she angrily threw her cell phone onto her own bed.

The Northcott family had been going through some major legal issues in recent months. Laurie's husband (and Andrea's biological father), Matthew Northcott, had recently been sentenced to two months in prison for forgery, but Laurie had every reason to believe that Matthew was innocent. She had plenty more evidence of her husband's innocence than her incompetent lawyer had, anyway.

Matthew Northcott was also the brother of Gail Mathis, who was once known as Gail Northcott. However, she changed her name at the age of 19 when she got into some legal issues of her own with her parents, and deciding afterward that she wanted nothing more to do with them. Matthew loved his sister and kept in touch with her, although Gail hardly ever contacted Matthew unless it was for financial reasons.

Laurie Northcott was convinced that Gail Mathis was responsible for Matthew being in prison.

"She wrote a bad check, it bounced, she panicked, and then she blamed your father for forging her name..." Laurie began to ramble, but Andrea cut her off.

"Laurie, Laurie.... I know," she said, holding up a hand. "You need to stop convincing yourself that that's the truth. You don't know for sure that Aunt Gail did this to Dad..."

"Andrea, think about it! Why would your father forge a check? You know he would never do a thing like that! And who's the one who pressed charges? Your bitchy, sneaky, manipulative Aunt Gail," said Laurie, her face turning red with anger.

Andrea sighed and rubbed her hand through her long silky hair. "So what are you gonna do, then?"

"Well, Howard's obviously no help," said Laurie, shooting an evil glare at the phone she had thrown onto the bed. "The next best thing I can think of is to get Gail to confess that she framed him and is falsely accusing your father. There's no reason why he should be in prison right now. He should be here for his niece's wedding, dammit!"

Laurie stomped her foot in frustration. Andrea got out of her chair and approached her stepmother.

"Listen, Laurie. We'll get Dad out of this. We will get our revenge on Gail." She grinned at Laurie, who looked into her bright eyes and smiled back.



Bronson Deeley sat in his large room alone, a hot, damp washcloth laid across his wrinkly forehead. The father of the groom was not that old; in 2009, 63 was still considered young. But the years had taken quite a toll on him both physically and mentally, and lately he had been having terrible headaches that were often brought on by stress.

The fact that his only son was about to marry into an incredibly materialistic, snobbish, and egotistical family worried him. He had nothing but love for both of his children, but with all of the strife that Rachael had been going through in recent years, the added stress of this upcoming wedding was the last thing he needed.

Bronson was startled by a knock on his door. When he answered it, Andrew McCaffrey stood in the doorway. Frankly, it was one of the last people Bronson was expecting to see.

"Andrew? What can I do for you?" he stuttered.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

"No, certainly not. Come in," said Bronson, stepping aside welcomingly, allowing Andrew to enter.

The two men sat down on two of the plush chairs in the bedroom. Andrew took a piece of paper out of his pocket and set it down on the coffee table located between the two chairs.

"What's this?" Bronson asked, looking at the paper, the picture of a young Gail Mathis immediately catching his eye.

"I didn't want to show this to Graham because I knew he'd just get pissed, and I don't want to upset him days before his wedding. But I found this online, and I'll admit, it got me worried."

Bronson picked up the article and began to read it, as Andrew sat there silently to let the man soak it all in. After finishing the article, Bronson slowly lowered the paper away from his face, an awestruck look plastered on his face.

"This proves that there's some shady business going on in the Mathis family. Maybe Julie is nothing like her mom, and I hope for Graham's sake that she's not. But man... to think that my best friend is gonna have this psycho as a mother-in-law..." said Andrew, shaking his head.

"You're absolutely right, Andrew. Thanks for bringing this to my attention," said Bronson after a brief pause. "Do you mind if I keep this?"

"Not at all. Do what you want with it... just, if you bring it up to Graham, don't mention I gave it to you, okay? I know he'll take it a lot worse if he knew I'm the one that found it..."

Bronson held up a hand to stop him. "No need to worry, son. I've got this under control."

Andrew took that as a sign that he was no longer needed, so he simply nodded, got up, and left the room without another word. Bronson set the article back down on the coffee table, sighed, and put the washcloth back on his forehead.



Shea Allen walked alone down the dim corridors of the Candlewick, chills once again running up and down her spine. She had been having the chills ever since she laid eyes on this godforsaken island again, and she was desperate to do anything she could to feel at peace again.

She reached the large doors of the ballroom. After quickly checking her watch, she knocked on the doors. A faint voice from inside called, "Come in," and Shea pushed open one of the giant doors. The ballroom was large and extravagant, and admittedly slightly creepy now that the sun had gone down. The only light source filling the room was a circle of four candles set on a table in the middle of the massive dancefloor. Standing beside the table was Didi Phelps, a smile on her face as she saw Shea walk in.

"Hello there, Ms. Allen," she said politely. Shea didn't respond or return the smile, but instead folded her arms as if to keep herself warm. The chills still ran through her body.

"Is this going to take long?" Shea asked impatiently and somewhat rudely.

Didi's smile faded a bit and she hesitated. "It... it all depends on how well the spirits respond. I can assure you, though, Ms. Allen, this will be worth your while. I've done many seances before and they've all had positive results."

Shea took a deep breath and walked closer to the table with the candles. Didi, who stood on the other side, reached out her arms.

"Let's get right into it then. Grab my hands, and close your eyes," she said sweetly.

Shea followed the instructions, though she felt completely stupid doing it. She didn't believe in ghosts, she didn't believe in seances, she didn't believe in any of this nonsense... but she was running out of ideas on how to make these horrible thoughts and feelings go away.

"Spirits from the Harper's Island massacre... spirits of the Wellington family, of the Allen family, of all those who were senselessly murdered on this island years ago... if you hear our calls, if you hear our pleas... give us a response!" said Didi in a slow, deep voice.

Shea's eyes remained closed, but she still managed to roll them. If only her father could see her now, holding hands with a self-proclaimed "medium", trying to contact his spirit... he would be so ashamed and embarrassed. Several seconds went by, and suddenly, Shea was startled by a cold feeling centralized on her shoulder. More seconds passed, and that cold feeling materialized into what felt like a hand. Her heart began to race. Shea opened her eyes and looked to her shoulder; she could do nothing but scream when she saw the misty, opaque figure of Thomas Wellington standing by her side.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Within Temptation - "Angels"]

"...Daddy?" she gasped.

"Stay focused, Ms. Allen," came Didi's voice, but Shea's eyes remained glued on what appeared to be the ghost of her father. She blinked several times: surely this had to be a dream or a hallucination.

But before she knew it, another cold hand touched her, this time on her other shoulder. Standing on the other side of her was Trish Wellington, her sister.

"Oh my god..." she breathed, hardly able to formulate the words.

"Shea....."

The voices of both Thomas and Trish echoed inside of Shea's head.

"Shea..... Get out of here......."

The spirits of Thomas and Trish suddenly materialized in front of her so that she could see them both at once. And, within seconds, their faces began to contort in a horrific way: their mouths opened abnormally wide, their eyeballs suddenly disappeared, their heads morphed into what resembled skulls, and they both emitted horrible, painful screams that pierced Shea's brain.

Shea shut her eyes, and a scream escaped her own lips. She pulled her sweaty hands away from Didi's, an action that was so fast that the breeze extinguished all four candles on the table.

"Ms. Allen! What is it?!" Didi asked fearfully, but before she could get a response, Shea ran out of the room, screaming and covering her ears. The giant door of the ballroom slammed behind her and she began to run down the corridor. She was stopped suddenly by someone standing in her way. It was Rachael.

"Shea! Shea! Oh my god, what happened?!" she asked, grabbing Shea by the shoulders to calm her down.

"I need to go. I need to go home, right now," Shea sobbed.

Back in the ballroom, Didi held her hands to her head, completely perplexed and terrified at what had just happened. How could this have gone wrong? She had performed dozens of seances for people who had lost loved ones in tragedies, and every single one of her clients had left feeling satisfied, comforted, and totally at peace. Why did this one have different results? It made no sense...

Didi's deep thought process completely distracted her from everything else around her, so she didn't even hear the sound of the doors creaking open again, followed by the sound of the doors closing and locking. Footsteps quietly clicked on the shiny marble floor of the ballroom, slowly approaching the dumbfounded Didi.

By the time Didi finally noticed someone had entered the room, it was too late.

A sharpened spear was thrust deep into her throat; so deep, in fact, that the bloody spearhead emerged from the back of her neck, dripping blood down her back. Didi tried to scream, but the only noise that escaped her lips was a faint gagging sound.

She was dead within seconds, and her killer slowly lowered her limp body to the ground before pulling the spear out of her corpse.



The younger guests decided to go out to the Cannery for a second night in a row, as the previous night had been such a huge success. The bridesmaids all sat a table enjoying their drinks, though Julie seemed a bit distracted by something.

"Guys, are you sure none of you have heard from Stacy? I've called her cell, like, twenty times today, and there's no answer. Caleb hasn't been answering either," she said to the other girls at the table.

Haley scoffed and took a sip of her drink. "Jules, don't worry too much. You know how Caleb and Stace are. They pull pranks left and right. For all we know, this could all be part of some sick prank of theirs."

"But I can't help but feel a little worried that..." began Julie, until she was cut off by Maria.

"Julie, chica, relax. I know people were killed on this island and all, but the two guys that did are the killing are dead. Nobody's been killed here since then. You think that just 'cause there's another wedding going on here that all of a sudden one of us will turn into some deranged maniac and kill everyone?"

The other bridesmaids laughed at this comment, though Julie could do nothing but show a faint hint of a grin. Maria reached out and placed her hand on Julie's arm.

"I want you to relax, okay? Enjoy yourself. It's your wedding week for God's sake! This is the best week of your life!" she said cheerily, trying to lift Julie's spirits. It seemed to have worked, as Julie looked at Maria and smiled widely this time. "There's a smile! That's my Jules!"

Amanda stood at the bar nearby, holding her drink and staring loathingly at the bridesmaid table. She then moved her gaze to the groomsman table, where Graham, Andrew, Mikey, and Ryan, who was joined by Dale, all sat and chatted. Amanda focused on Andrew, the man who, according to her roommate Maria, had the hots for her. And yet, he hadn't given her the slightest shred of attention. She scoffed and downed the rest of her drink, slamming it on the bar and asking Yulissa for another.

"Seriously, it was the craziest night of my life!" Graham was saying, just finishing a funny story, at which everyone except Andrew was laughing. Graham noticed his best man looking gloomy and immediately stopped laughing. "Yo, Andrew. What's up, dude?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I'm just not feeling so hot, that's it," he said after some hesitation. This information about Gail was eating him up inside, but he knew he couldn't tell Graham himself. As much as he hated the idea of Graham marrying into the Mathis family, he also wanted nothing less than to upset his best friend before his wedding to the woman he truly loved.

Towards the end of the night and as closing hour drew near, Yulissa put a slow song on the jukebox, which invited all couples to step onto the dancefloor and enjoy a romantic dance. Graham and Julie stood at the center, as Haley and Josh, Ryan and Dale, and even Maria and Mikey - who started to passionately make out in the middle of the dance - circled around them.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Chantal Kreviazuk - "All I Can Do"]

Amanda, meanwhile, still stood alone at the bar, continually eying Andrew. By now, she felt drunk enough to garner up enough courage to just ask him to dance and make a move herself, but by the time she had made this decision, Andrew had gotten up and left the bar.


Hours passed and eventually all the wedding guests had made their way back to the Candlewick for a good night's sleep. Mikey had taken Maria back to his room, which he shared with Andrew, but since he wasn't in the room at the time, they shared a passionate moment together. Sure, Maria was seven years Mikey's senior, but this is what she had been longing for. She had been longing for a man in her life. And Mikey was certainly an attractive enough and nice enough man for her to be satisfied with.

Maria grabbed her cell phone, which she had set on the nightstand, to check the time. "Oh god, it's getting late. I need to go. I've got laundry to do."

"Tomorrow night? Same time, same place?" Mikey asked, smiling up at her, his shirt still off. She giggled and leaned in to kiss him before getting up, whispering goodnight to him, and leaving the room.

Still feeling drunk from earlier that night, Maria stumbled rather clumsily down the corridor to her bedroom, stubbing her toe on the way and shouting out an obscenity, certainly loud enough for all the guests to hear. She clasped a hand over her mouth as if that would reverse the noise she had just made. As quietly as possible, she entered her dark room where her roommate Amanda lay sleeping in her bed. Maria walked over to her desk, grabbed the iPod resting on top of it, put the headphones in her ears, and exited the room carrying her heavy laundry basket.

Maria made her way to the basement of the Candlewick, which was admittedly rather creepy, especially under the influence. But soon enough she reached the laundry room of the Candlewick, the walls lined with super-sized washers and dryers. She set her laundry basket down, bobbing her head to the rhythm of the song blasting on her iPod.

[MUSIC FROM THE EPISODE: Las Ketchup - "Asereje"]

As she opened one of the power washers and began to empty her clothes into it, the door of the laundry room slowly opened behind her, completely unbeknownst to Maria.

Suddenly, Maria felt an excruciating pain in her skull as something was forcefully smashed over her head. A figure holding a baseball bat stood behind her as she collapsed to the floor, dazed and disoriented but still conscious. The intruder opened the door of one of the giant tumble dryers, picked up the light, 110-pound Maria, and stuffed her inside the dryer. She suddenly snapped back to reality and realized what was happening, but by that point it was too late. The door of the dryer had closed and the person outside had activated the switch to turn it on.

The interior of the dryer slowly began to spin, and Maria spun around with it. She could feel heat encasing her from all sides. As Maria began to spin around in the dryer faster and faster, the person standing outside simply stood there and watched the show taking place before them.

Maria banged on the circular glass pane of the dryer door, trying as hard as she could to get out, but the dryer continued to spin faster and grow hotter. Soon, Maria was being spun so forcefully inside the cramped interior of the dryer that her body began to contort and some of her bones began to snap. The pain was excruciating, and she screamed, desperately hoping someone would hear her, hoping someone would save her.

Faster and hotter the dryer got. Maria's bones cracked and her skin began to burn from the heat. She continued to scream in pain for a few more minutes, until finally her neck snapped, and she died instantly.

And although the damage was done and another victim had been added to the list, the mysterious killer continued to stand there and watched the pretty Latina's battered corpse spin and burn inside the dryer.

[Amanda.]

Proofreading Episode 2. Sorry for the delay. Should be posted shortly.

[GypsyGoth]

[Amanda.]

MUSIC FROM EPISODE 1:
Immediate Music - "Dark Side of Power" [Harper's Island 2 theme]
Santogold - "Shove It" [played as Ryan and Dale have sex in the cemetery]
Within Temptation - "Angels" [played during the seance with Didi and Shea]
Chantal Kreviazuk - "All I Can Do" [played during the couples dance in the Cannery]
Las Ketchup - "Asereje" [song playing on Maria's iPod]



EPISODE 2 QUESTIONNAIRE:

Please fill out this quick survey along with additional comments about the episode:

1. Who is/are the killer(s)?
2. Who will die in Episode 3?
3. Who will survive and escape from Harper's Island (if anyone)?