Becca's POV...wait, what happened...to the chapter name maker? No...was it----

*CRASH*

AHHH! WHAT ARE YOU---

*Muffled yelps are heard, some more crashing noises, a thud like a body hitting the ground, panting, dragging, the sound of a door closing...silence*

...What...just happened?

NIGHT 8

I quickly went into my house, sitting on my bed and connecting with the dead.

"Becca!" ilbarker exclaimed.

I was breathing a little faster than normal.

I was scared.

REALLY scared.

"Jason...Jason is the last mafia." I said.

"Do Deana and Pewds know?" Known asked.

I shook my head. "As far as I know...no, they don't."

Then write it in your will! Rebekitah exclaimed.

I nodded and pulled out my will.

I pulled out the pen to start writing.

But then it stopped.

I couldn't move my hand.

"Wh-What?!" I whispered high-pitched.

I struggled to move my arm, but it wouldn't move.

AH AH AH, HOW ABOUT WE NOT DO THAT?

What...REBECCA! STOP IT!

EH...NAH~

The dead saw me struggling to write.

"Becca? Becca, what's wrong?!" Kit asked worriedly.

"Rebecca...won't let me write...." I said through gritted teeth.

"What?! Why?! Does she WANT mafia to win?!" Cassia said angrily.

I opened my mouth to say yes, but a severe pang of pain ran through my head.

My hand moved involuntarily, scratching out something on my will.

NO!!

I stopped her and through the pen across the room.

I heard her growl and the pain worsened.

My will and dropped to the floor and I fell over on the bed, my head hitting the pillow as I grasped my head.

And....

I froze.

I FREAKING FROZE.

OOPS. MY BAD~

You freaking. Little. B****.

WOAH, HAVEN'T HEARD YOU CURSE AT ME LIKE THAT SINCE NEAR THE ENDING OF YOUR FIRST SERIES.

I growled internally, but froze when my door opened.

Nononononononono-----

A severely sharp pain ran through my chest right next to my heart.

I screamed internally, but I could do nothing as the footsteps receded.

My vision went whiter and whiter, and I knew there was no Doctor to save me this time.

DAY 9

I gasped as I sat up...or...my spirit did.

I saw Derp look at me, like, spirit me, with a strange look before picking up my body and going outside.

It was nearly time to "wake up."

I got off the bed and went outside, somehow walking through the closed doorway.

Oh, wait, I'm dead. Right.

Everyone else, well, DEAD everyone else, stood around the gallows, looking worriedly at my house.

When they saw me walk through, many of the gasped.

Becky, for once since I've known her, didn't look mad. She looked...sad. Upset. Like she was about to cry. So was Rebekitah.

Because they knew.

They knew that my chances of living were slim to none.

"Oh no, Becca! We lost connection with you last night!" ilbarker said as she hugged me and pulled me to the gallows with everyone else.

Deana, Pewds, and Jason walked outside, staring wide-eyed at my body.

"Becca died last night." Derp began for the bajillionth time.

"She was murdered by the mafia."

"We found a last will next to her body."

Becca - Retributionist

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TI: spark - Spy

TI: Mark - Investigator - Dead

TS: Becca - Medium - Dead

TS: Rebekitah - Medium - Dead

TP: ilbarker - Doctor - Dead

TK: Known - Vigilante - Dead

RT: &$%# - Veteran

RM: ??? - Blackmailer/Mafioso

NK: ??? - Arsonist

NE: Aura - Jester - Dead

NB: Caleb - Survivor

Any: ^($&# - Amnesiac/Investigator

N1: No dead, so my job is useless at the moment.

N2: Still no dead.

N3: STILL no dead.

N4: No leads from the dead; Aura went to haunt Becky.

N5: Resurrected alzakz.

N6: Nothing much, Cassia really defensive.

N7: Jailed.

alzakz - Jailor

Becky - Mafioso

Cassia - Godfather

NO!!

SHE SCRATCHED OUT WHO THE VET AND INVEST WERE!!

Oh God, oh God, I'm screwed....

"Becca's role was Retributionist."

...Silence.

'Well...this is a little awkward.' Jason said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Pewds crossed his arms. "Yeah...one of us is lying about our role. I know I'm the Amnesiac/Investigator."

"I mean, I shot Becky in the face with a gun. I know I'm the Veteran." Deana said timidly.

'And I've blocked Cassia twice and Aura once. I know I'm the Escort.' Jason said casually.

My hands tightened into fists.

"We...We have no evidence of who's who." Deana said, her demeanor shrinking.

"Besides our wills." Pewds pointed out. "I copied Mark's nights onto mine and have created my own from there. Night 4 was when Mark died and he was trying to see Becky's role genre. Night 5, I took on the role of Investigator. Night 6, Jason, and your role genre is Vigilante/Veteran/Mafioso. Night 7, spark, and her role genre was Spy/Blackmailer/Jailor. Night 8, Deana, your role genre is Vigilante/Veteran/Mafioso."

"My will is pretty small...night 4 and last night I went on alert...." Deana said, looking uneasy.

'I blocked Aura on night 1 and Cassia on nights 3 and 5.' Jason lied.

"Time ta vote! 2 votes today!"

The 3 glanced at each other worriedly.

"...I can't. I just can't. I don't know who!" Deana exclaimed.

"I can't either." Pewds sighed.

'Ditto....' Jason said.

"Ok, then! Good night!" V-Crainer said cheerily.

NIGHT 9

Oh no, oh no, oh no.... I muttered over and over.

"We have to just hope that Jason decides to go to Deana's tonight. 99% sure she's alerting." spark said quietly.

We all sat in silence.

Rebekitah hadn't bothered to seance with anyone.

It was too late.

DAY 10

We watched in horror as V-Crainer carried out Pewds' body, his spirit following behind before heading towards us.

Him and Mark hugged each other.

Deana and Jason walked out of their houses.

Deana looked absolutely scared to death and Jason looked cocky.

"We found Pewds dead in his home last night."

"He was murdered by the mafia."

"We found a last will next to his body."

Pewds the Amnesiac/Investigator

Night 1: Caleb - Survivor/Vampire Hunter/Witch

Night 2: Jailed

Night 3: Becca - Retributionist/Medium/Janitor

Night 4: Becky -

^^ Mark's

Night 5 - Becoming the Investigator.

Night 6 - Jason - Vigilante/Veteran/Mafioso

Night 7 - spark - Spy/Blackmailer/Jailor

Night 8 - Deana - Vigilante/Veteran/Mafioso

Night 9 - Probably dead.

"Pewds' role was Investigator."

Deana was shaking. "No no no no...why...?"

Jason looked at her, a grin on his face. 'You used your last alert last night, didn't you? '

She nodded, tears threatening to come out. "I'm dead, I'm so dead, aren't I?"

Jason shrugged. "Well, it's either we win...."

And I die.

"...or we draw. I'd rather win."

"Time ta vote! 2 votes today! Not like that matters, anyway, cuz there's only 2 of you." V-Crainer laughed.

Jason has voted against Deana.

Deana has voted against Jason.

I sighed.

Deana's tears finally came out as V-Crainer called for night.

NIGHT 10

I was curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.

I'm so dead....

ilbarker, Kit, Cassia, and Caleb were all right next to me. Caleb had a really sad face because he didn't like to see me sad.

The other 3 were watching me, concerned.

"Becca, what do you mean?" Caleb asked, fear in his voice.

I...I can't talk about it. Not now.

We sat in silence until....

DAY 11

I swiftly stood up, looking to Deana's house.

We all did.

But...she walked out unharmed...and she was grinning like she won the lottery.

Jason's house was directly across from Deana's house, so we all turned almost as one to Jason's house.

His body lay on the ground, riddled with bullet holes.

"We found Jason Dead in his home last night."

"He was shot by a Veteran."

"We could not find a last will."

"We did find a death note."

~+~+~+~+~

...Did I do good?

~+~+~+~+~

"Jason's role was Mafioso."

Derp's smirk widened. "AND THAT'S THE GAME! TOWN WINS!!"

All of the spirits became alive again excluding Pewds and Mark because they were dead before.

I ran up to Deana and hugged her tightly.

How...How did you...?

She rubbed the back of her neck, looking at the ground. "I...I, um...lied. I did only have 1 left, but I more or less knew Jason was gonna go to Pewds' house, so I held onto the alert."

HMPH.

I paused for a moment.

And then a bunch of knives stabbed my brain.

Well, the pain of a bunch of knives.

I fell to the ground screaming, gripping my head so tightly I probably drew blood.

The knife pain traveled down my neck slowly.

DEAL'S A DEAL. TOLD YOU IT WOULD HURT.

I just couldn't stop screaming.

It hurt SO MUCH.

I just wanted it to stop!

I could barely feel the people around me grabbing my shoulders. I could barely hear their calls to me.

The knife pain was in my right shoulder now, traveling towards the area where I'd been bit not in this book, but the second book of my book series. The moment Rebecca came to be.

THIS IS GONNA TAKE A BIT. LEMME TELL YOU A STORY.

WHY DIDN'T YOU BECOME A ZOMBIE WHEN YOU GOT BIT WAY BACK THEN? WHY? BECAUSE OF YOUR WILLPOWER. YOU SO BADLY WANTED TO HELP, SO BADLY WANTED TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOU REFUSED TO BECOME ONE OF THE UNDEAD. UNFORTUNATELY, THE VIRUS HAD TO GO SOMEWHERE. SO...IT BECAME ME. I AM THE VIRUS. IT'S WHY I HAD TO FEED OFF MEMORIES FOR A LONG TIME. I HAD TO BECOME YOU...IN A WAY. BEING BIT IN THIS BOOK REVIVED ME.

The pain stopped right above my elbow, the place the zombie had originally bit me.

Huh, I just realized, the zombie in this book bit me below the elbow and the original bit me above.

Something seeped out of my arm. It was...solid yet not. It was also...greenish-yellow. A greenish-yellow blob thing.

The moment the...thing disconnected from my body, the pain just stopped. There was no after-ache. There was nothing at all. It was like it never happened.

BYE, BECCA. THOUGH THE PARTING MAY HURT, LITERALLY, IT WAS FUN WATCHING YOUR MEMORIES.

The blob hung in the air in front of me before contracting in on itself, as if a black hole had appeared in its center and sucked itself in.

She...She was gone. Rebecca was gone.

I don't know WHY, but I felt a little empty without her.

Well, she DID say she fed off my memories. Maybe that's it.

Hopefully.

I was panting, my throat a bit scratchy from the screaming.

"BECCA?! BECCA!" Caleb said loudly.

I looked up to see Caleb right in my face, his eyes filled with tears.

I laughed quietly and hugged him tightly, tears coming from my eyes.

She's gone...SHE'S GONE! REBECCA'S GONE!

"Wha...HOW?!" Deana exclaimed as she helped me to my feet.

When...I fell on day 6, Rebecca struck a deal/bet/thing with me. If any category besides town won, Rebecca would permanently take over. If town won, she would leave forever. That's what that blob thing was.

Derp and V-Crainer were grinning widely. "Now THAT was fun!" Derp said happily.

He and V-Crainer raised their hands at us and the scenery changed from the Town of Salem to Ian's bedroom.

I sighed a sigh of relief.

Derp and V-Crainer glowed and disappeared in a flash of light.

The cage around Rachel disappeared, but she didn't move.

I bent down next to her. Rachel...Rachel, look, you're free!

She looked up at me. "Becca...."

She launched herself at me, knocking me to the ground.

But she was hugging me tightly and crying.

"Becca, I was so scared! I didn't know what happened! I was just watching Once Upon a Time and then I was in that cage with those freaky ghost things!" She cried.

I sat up with her, hugging her tightly.

Caleb came over, hugging her as well.

I could hear ilbarker fangirling from the sight.

XD

I stood up, pulling Rachel and Caleb up with me.

Let's head back to the Grand Hall. I said, holding Caleb's hand in my right and Rachel's in my left.

I walked out the door, the rest of the group following me.

When we entered the Grand Hall, Pewds and Mark were waiting for us.

"That was unexpected but fun!" Mark laughed.

I shrugged. I didn't know they'd do that.

Pewds grinned. "Well, you've done it. Our reason to stay is gone. Let's go catch up with the others, eh?"

Mark nodded and Pewds grabbed Mark's hand, a bright light enveloping both.

We stood in silence for a bit.

We did it. I said simply.

WE SAVED ALL THE SPIRITS!

Everyone cheered, but a single voice sounded throughout the room.

Not...quite....

It was the MV.

What? Who are we forgetting? We got Jess, Ty, Jin, Derp and V-Crainer, Pewds and Mark, Seto, Ross, and Nick! That's everyone!

Again...not...quite....

Then who are we forgetting?! Who is the spirit we need to free?! I exclaimed.

A single blue light appeared above the Grand Hall table on the end closest to us.

Then...it began to form.

That...

...would...

...be...

...me.