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The students searched the basement room for nearly two hours looking for a way out after their driver took Layla, Sophie, and Libby up the stairs. There was no way out though. They were underground without a window to be seen and all they had been given to eat or drink was an old loaf of bread and a bottle full of murky, brown water.

Just then, they heard footsteps above their head. He had come back. From the sound of it, there was more than one person walking on the floor above their heads. Maybe he didn't kill them after all, but what did he want with the 3 girls? They were sure they would find out soon but none of them really wanted to know the answer to that question.

The door opened and standing at the top of the stairs was Logan, their bus driver from that morning. They had learned his name from their usual bus driver and twin to who they referred to as Psycho Clemmons in order to distinguish between the two, though putting a name to his face somehow helped them deal with their tragedy a little better.

Standing with Logan was Libby, wearing an old formal dress from what looked like had been made in the 50's or 60's. It fit her perfectly in it's baby-blue shade but there was a fresh stain on the front of the dress. It looked like red wine or worse. Blood. Yes, it was blood they could all see. She came back with Logan alone, her face puffy and red. Her hazel eyes were red and swollen from crying and her pretty face was strewn with tears, though she made not a sound. A look of shock and disbelief upon her face, she slowly made her way down the stairs at the order of Logan.

As she came closer to the bottom of the stairs, they could see bruises on her arms thanks to the straplessness of the dress and her straight blonde hair was matted on her head, as if she'd been in some kind of fistfight. She had a scratch on her left cheek that was dug deep into her skin and blood was slowly trickling down her rosy cheeks.  She spoke not a word as her captive, stood watching her descent down the stairs and into the murky basement with her fellow classmates.

Once she had reached the bottom of the stairs, she collapsed into her best friends arms and began weeping openly as the two of them fell in the floor. "What did you do to her?!", Derrick asked angrily and frustrated. A weasely smile came upon his face as he refused to answer Derrick's question. They all suspected that he had raped her and as it became more and more obvious to Derrick that that's what he had done, he lost his temper completely and raced up the staircase towards Logan.

Logan, with gun in hand, drew it up and shot. The bullet hit Derrick's right shoulder and sent him flying backwards down the stairs, where he landed on his back on top of the loaf of the bread, still resting at the foot of the stairs. The girls left in the basement sat crying, fearful for their own lives as they watched a bleeding Derrick clutch tightly on his shoulder.

Logan stood there, pleased with his triumph, his smile never left his face. "I encourage you and your friends not to make a fatal mistake like that again", he replied as he shut the basement door and locked it from the outside. "OH NO!!!!!!!", screamed Laurie as she made her way across the wooden floor and to her 17-year-old boyfriend, Ben. Ben had been standing at the bottom of the stairs when Derrick flew up them after Logan. The bullet went in and out of Derrick's shoulder and into the chest of young Benjamin Wright.

Noone had even noticed during the comotion but they all made their way over to check on Ben to see if he was okay. He clutched his chest tightly, the blood from his body pooling under him onto the cold basement floor. Laurie knelt beside her beloved and put his curly brown head into her lap. She cried uncontrollably as she put all her might into stopping the bleeding from his chest.

His breathing started out as heavy and panting but in seconds, became a short, airy sound, indicating that his breathing was slowing down. "Hang on, Ben!", shouted Laurie. "Please hang on!!!", she begged. The other students, even Derrick sat around with tears in their eyes, praying that Ben could hang on but none of them really believed anything that was happening to them.

Laurie held tightly onto Ben's chest and watched as he slowly took his last breath and died right there in her arms.