She pushed the masked killer away from him. As she picked him up, the two backed into each other at the site of another concealed figure while the first got back up.

She handed him a drill. "There's two of them?"

"Every mutt has their master."

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One of their classmates rudely interrupted them.

"Your story sounds so stupid, who would watch teenagers stopping serial killers?"

"What was your favorite show growing up again?"

"Riverdale."

He hurled the talking ball into his mouth. "Hypocrite. Now, where were we again?"

Ms. F got up. "No, that's enough. We only have three minutes left, if anyone else interrupts, it's ten points off your grade. Camila, Silas, please continue."

"Ms. F, Don't tell me you think it's good."

"I asked you all to make a story, let them tell us how it ends."

"See, that's why she's the best teacher at this school," he whispered to her. "You wanna split it up till we get to the killer."

"Oh, so we're surprised like both of them, sure! Okay, everyone, listen up! As Mars and Billy found themselves cornered, they grabbed the nearest weapons, ready to go down fighting."