The voices delayed as she slowly came to, with her head lolling down like a broken flower that hung on the tiniest of strands, chin rested on her chest. He attempted a groan but it was only feebled by her gag. Saliva had dripped and ran down her chest, some of it had dried on her shirt and left long dry starch trails.

'We have to let her go' a voice said from out of the room.

'It's too late now, we let her go and we will no doubt get nicked by morning' another countered.

'But we have no idea if she's responsible'

'It all seemed to start when she came here, nothing before that'

Her hair was yanked and she was made to look up into her captor's face, a young face.

'You brought him back, didn't you?' He asked.

'W-what?'

'You called his name, now he's back' he spat.

'Get back' another voice said 'leave her alone'

Allison's vision began to clear in the candlelight, they had bound her to a chair with rope once they had ambushed her. She realised they brought her into the flat where the holes in the wall started. Decorated in graffiti and candles with the dried out honey combs.

The person who stopped the boy stepped forward into the light, it was Katie Munroe, the girl from her class who believed and took seriously everything about the Candyman.

'We put a few things together, the cop killed in your flat, you going missing and things on the news going mental, police are looking all over for you, they think you are the one behind it all'

'... it was him, he's real' Allison said looking in Katie's eyes, they were full of truth and believing but there was fear in them, deep down she was scared to death because now Candyman was more than just myth, story or legend. He was reality and he was closer than ever.

'... I told you, I warned you but you didn't believe me... you didn't believe in him and now it's started' Katie said as her eyes began to fill up, two of her friends began to undo her restraints 'you'll have to forgive us Allison, we thought if we left you to him that he would go, but that's not how it work's' she explained as Allison massaged her sore burned wrists. Katie walked away from Allsion over to the wall which was donning fine detailed Art of a man who was running from other men.

'Daniel Robitaille was an Artist... and he died for love' Katie began as she explained the stories which where not so clearly written out on the walls of the room in which they were stood.

'He was the son of a slave who who had been hired by a plantation owner to capture the virginal beauty of his daughter, Caroline. The two quickly fell in love and she became pregnant. When the former slave owner found out he hired a mob to chase Daniel and they chased him right here, long before any of this was here it was nothing more than a barren field. The men caught up with Daniel, beat and tortured him. They sawed off his right hand and smeared his naked body with honey from a nearby bees nest. The bees came and stung him to death, that's how the story goes' she said as she turned with tears streaming down her face.

'That's the story' Allison said, shaken and hurt.

'You are still so dismissive, you really think that's all there is to it? You think the story is as simple as that?' She scoffed.

'They tied his arms to a log and hung him from a tree, made him suffer for days. They took a meat hook and hammered it into the bloody stump of his right hand. They slowly split open his chest and filled it with honeycomb all while his heart was still beating. God knows how he lived so long but he did, some believe he kept going just hoping to see his beloved Caroline one last time. When her father finally let her out of her bedroom she ran to the field where he was, she couldn't take the pain, she couldn't look at him she would not witness his suffering. As he cried she ran away the pain of losing her was more excruciating than he pain he had been in for days already. Because he had been covered in honey and banking in the hot son for days the mod had stripped him of his name and donned him with a new moniker... The Candyman. And that name was the last thing he had said before he finally died watching Caroline run away.'

All the graffiti now made sense, each piece of it was a part of the story that someone had heard and added into it, it was his truth explained in a way no one had ever fully put together and the stories which had been whispered in classrooms and around campfires where just that, a myth which was passed on and on until it became the basic story those knew of today.

'It was his purpose for you to be another one of his terrible stories' Katie said.

'How do I stop him' Allison had asked.

'You can't stop him, you can only give into him, join him, be his victim' she told her teacher 'because if you don't this will only go on'

There was a buzzing that made Allison's spine stiffen as she looked into Katie's eyes as her pupils seemed to ripple at the sound. Their breathing became heavier and stuttered. Katie's eyes shifted just over Allison's right shoulder and her mouth dropped open as she backed away. When Allison turned she saw the older boy who best her first being slowly lifted in the air with blood spreading out over his shirt. It spilled from his mouth and down his chest as he began to cough and splutter. His legs shook as he was split up to the bottom of his rib cage and left to go limp on the floor.

The other two began to scream as their friend twitched and tried to catch his breath on the floor and just at that moment the door slammed shut and with them shut out all the light in the room. The screams became louder and more panicked as there were sounds of hacking and blood drumming on the floor. The screams didn't last long at all before the room slowly began to light up again.

'Oh god... ' Allison choked as she looked around at the carnage in the small room, blood had been sprayed over the walls and it's coppery scent filled the air. One had suffered the same fate as the first boy, the other had been hacked at around the neck and chest, holes the size golfballs,  ripped from pressure and poured crimson. Allison saw Katie lay flat on her back with her insides protruding from her stomach, she was still alive, gurgling and trying to push them back inside as she coughed up thick spouts of blood.

'... they will blame you, Allison... ' his voice said.

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Hey everyone, so sorry this took so long but I was really struggling through writers block with this chapter and I'm pretty sure it tells from the writing in this chapter. But I'm not giving up on this and there are more chapters to come.