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By now, Lyzz was, quite frankly, sick and tired of the noise.
A while away from Durem, in the middle of a forest that was only known as “the forest that had too many trees” by assorted passersby, a stage had been constructed by a faithful and slightly delirious team of volunteers. Most reasonable people in Durem had gone to bed by now, but a group of about a thousand had gathered around this stage for a concert. A rather popular punk rock band known as All Honesty were playing a concert there. The band members, Shoy, Hirun, and Bullet, were friends of Lyzz, and they had invited her.
And this is why Lyzz was up at three in the morning in the middle of a forest, trapped inside a mosh pit. She wasn’t enjoying herself. As the band sped through another song, gradually increasing the tempo, she decided that she was fed up with this concert, but…she was having a bit of trouble getting out of the mosh pit. Mustering up all her strength, she pushed another girl and a boy with a pink mohawk and piercings in places Lyzz wasn’t aware you could get them out of the way and slipped out of the crowd into the forest.
This proved to be rather inconvenient timing. The guitarist, Hirun, stepped forward on the stage to play a solo, nearly breaking half his strings in the process. When he finished, he raised his fist in the air, a triumphant look on his face. This expression quickly turned into one of shock as he collapsed backwards onto the stage behind him, fist still raised. The crowd cheered. All Honesty was known for this sort of stuff. Shoy and Bullet played on, figuring Hirun would finish the escapade soon enough and join in again.
They began to get a bit concerned when his eyes glazed over and blood began leaking from his chest onto the stage, staining the wood. Bullet threw his drumsticks to the ground and dragged Hirun’s body offstage, Shoy having problems with the neck of his bass getting in the way. He eventually took it off and threw it onto the stage, it sliding most of the way across it. Shortly afterward, a few people from the crowd leaped up on stage and began to play the discarded instruments.
And the concert continued without a hitch.
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To get away from the noise, Lyzz had wandered into the forest. A path had been worn in the dirt a long time ago, and she followed it without thinking, spending most of her time staring at the trees. There were rules about not going in here, for some reason. Lyzz wasn’t sure why, so she ignored them. It was just a forest, anyway. The only things that were alive that she’d seen were her and a few squirrels, one of which was currently riding on her shoulder.
The trees were beginning to thin out, and were slowly being replaced by old huts. It appeared that at some point, someone had lived back here. A rustling came from a nearby bush. The squirrel, scared, jumped off of Lyzz’s shoulder and ran back the way it had came. Not sure running was the best idea, Lyzz did the first thing she thought of and climbed up a tree, hiding in the branches.
In the middle of the huts, a cloaked figure now stood, holding a girl in her arms. The girl was twitching and wriggling, attempting to get out of the ropes that had been tied around her. She attempted to yell something, but her voice was muffled by a bandana that covered most of her face.
The cloaked figure, chortling, brought her to an old well. The water had long since dried up, but a rusty bucket still hung from a rope at the top of it. The figure yanked the bucket off the rope and tied it to the girl, laying her across the top of the well. The bandana came loose and fell off. Panting, the girl yelled, “Okay, seriously! All I wanted was some ice cream! What are you going to do to me!” She looked down the well shaft, and very vaguely, she could see spikes at the bottom. “…Oh. That.”
The figure slowly loosened his grip on the rope, lowering the girl into the shaft. Sighing, she asked, “Why are you doing this to me? Do I really deserve it?”
With the arm that wasn’t grasping the rope, the figure pulled out a small knife. He brought it up to the rope and cut it in half, sending the girl falling down the shaft. “…Oops. Yes.”
The girl cried out “I NEVER GOT MY SEA SALT ICE CR—“ but was cut off by a sickening crunching noise. The figure disappeared, and Lyzz jumped down out of the tree and ran over to the well. At the bottom was the corpse of Cadet Particle, impaled through the chest with a rather large and pointy spike.
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At about this time, a group of about five people ran up to Lyzz, surrounding her and forcing her against the outside wall of the well.
“It’s HER! She’s the person who killed Hirun! I saw her run into the woods, and that’s where the shot came from!” Insomnesiac yelled, pointing a finger dramatically at Lyzz.
Guccigirl leaned over the side of the well and added, “And I bet she’s working with the Crazed Killer, too! See? Cadet Particle got pushed into the well! Ouch, that looks like it hurt.”
Dukes stepped forward. “That’s it. I don’t care what anyone else says, Lyzz is going to jail!”
The crowd that had formed in the past few moments cheered in agreement, and Lyzz was promptly tied up, reusing the rope that the Crazed Killer had left, and dragged to prison.
“…So what do we do now?” Synchronized Luv asked, raising her hand.
Shoy shrugged, then suggested“Well, we need to do something with Hirun’s body, and a few more people who disappeared a few days ago were found dead, so…”
Synchronized Luv and Guccigirl spent the next few minutes throwing the bodies of Hirun, Druki, and Meru into the well. They then took out a match from Bullet’s pocket, struck it, and dropped it down. “Let’s go home. I really don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hirun has been sniped, Cadet Particle has been killed, Lyzz has been jailed, and Druki and Meru have gone inactive.