Instead of taking a cab, Simon walked along the sidewalk leading to his house with his hands in his pockets. He couldn't get what just happened out of his head. It felt like a huge shot in the face rather than a simple slap.

It's all in my head, it's all in my head. He thought repeatedly. It's all in my fricking he- His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden figure from across the street staring at him. Simon stared at him back in confusion.

".............." Simon didn't utter a word. Then, the figure walked the other direction.

What the hell was that? Simon thought.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

His thoughts were once again interrupted by police cruisers passing by him. Curious, he followed the direction of the police cruisers, running after them. He found himself in a different neighborhood where people have gathered to see what was going on.

"AAAAAAAAGH!!!" A woman screamed. Simon pushed people out of his way and, in the middle of the street, found a dead child.

Oh my god! Simon thought in horror. It's........Jimmy Jones! He's dead! He slowly walked towards the body and knelt down in front of it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Someone cried out.

Simon suddenly noticed a tape recorder with the words "play me" written on it taped onto the body. He pulled it off the body and pressed the play button.

"Hello, citizens of I-Wood Cove." A deep distorted voice said from the tape recorder. "I want to play a game. Not a game of death. Not a game of cat and mouse. But a game of judgement." Simon was anxiously perplexed.

"You know not the sins you have committed in your small town, but you will soon." The voice continued. "Each of you have committed a crime in your lifetime n I-Wood Cove. You may not realize this, but I-Wood Cove is much more than just a cursed town."

What? Simon thought. What the hell is this?!

"Some of you may not understand this, but each of you are extremely important." The distorted voice continued. "You're all descendants of the 13th disciple of the holy savior, Jesus Christ, himself. When he was cursed for his misdeeds, it was passed down to not only his only son, but to all of you. His only son, your cove's founder, lived to be thousands of years old and has suffered what Father George has done. But, he was not the only sinner. Each of you has committed a sin of your own. Committing murder, adultery, rape, sex crimes, fucking children, all kinds of things that will lead to your eventual and inevitable death. The sins of the Cove will be exposed to the world. And, sinners must die. I had to make an example of this by killing the Jones kid. His parents were on the verge of divorce when his Father constantly beat him and his Mother. And, he was taken to the park where he would eventually go missing. Child abandonment as well as abuse are sins. And, again I say, sinners must die."

Everyone was freaking out from the words of the tape recorder. "Wh-what the hell is this?" Simon whispered to himself. "Some kind of Jigsaw copycat crap?! Who the hell's doing this??"

"If you are to be saved from sin, you must each kill one of your own. But, if you fail to do so, every last one of you will suffer. Live or die. The choice is yours." The voice concluded as they tape recorder turned off.

Is this some kind of sick joke?! Simon thought. I don't understand! What the hell is going on?!

A traumatized Simon continued walking along the sidewalk to his neighborhood as police officers and corridors took away the body as well as the tape recorder. He couldn't stop thinking about what he heard.

"You must kill one of your own..." Those words repeated itself in Simon's head.

What kind of living soul...would.......kill a child...? Simon thought, shaking. I......just don't understand what the hell is going on...

"Hey yo, teach!" Beelzebub said, as she suddenly appeared slowly driving next to Simon in her car while he walks. "You doing okay?"

Simon didn't utter a word.

"Oh, come on, teach! Not the silent game again!" Beelzebub complained. "You know, talking isn't gonna kill you. Could you please say something?!"

"You want me to say something?!" Simon snapped, stopping in his tracks and facing Beelzebub. "I can say something to you, bitch!! You are a real pain in the ass to me and you need to learn respect from the FUCKING adults instead of wasting time on parties be drinking and skipping FUCKING DETENTION!!"

Beelzebub dropped her jaw in shock at what Simon just said.

"Whoa!" She said in shock. "YOU'RE full of energy!"

"Because people like YOU make me full of energy!" Simon shouted. "Look, you seem like a happy young woman, but I would appreciate it if you'd just show some respect! I gotta go, bye..." Simon walked off leaving Beelzebub with a saddened expression.

Just trying to make you smile, dude... She thought.

Later...

After arriving at home, Simon changed into a blue shirt and black sweatpants and ate ice cream straight from the container once again.

I want to play a game... Those words echoed in his head. You're all sinners.... Sinners must die.........die........die............die.............

"Guess I moved to the wrong town." He muttered to himself.

Knock knock knock!

"Listen, Beelzebub!" Simon shouted, as he got up. "I'm not interested in doing anything else with you so leave me a-!" He swung the door open and found someone else standing at the door. He had a black jacket and black jeans on and a mask with a black smiling face on it.

"Uhhhhh, can I help you?" Simon asked suspiciously. The masked figure immediately walked away.

What the hell was that? Simon thought to himself. Some kind of retarded teenage prank??

Later at Beelzebub and Loona's house...

Beelzebub drove up to the driveway and walked into her house where Loona was waiting with her hands crossed.

"What's up, girl?" Beelzebub said with a surprisingly low voice. Different from her usual loud voice.

"You were supposed to come home at 2. It's now fucking 4! Where the HELL were you???"

"Well, after detention, I tried to make up for my attitude towards Mr. Adams by taking him to the club." Beelzebub started. "Then, he left and I tried to talk to him, but he lashed out on me. Long story short, I got my ass suspended for ditching detention. I'm motherfucking fucked, my dirty bitch. Heh heh..."

Loona made a sour expression.

"Jesus Christ, what am I gonna do with you...?" Loona said with her head down. "WHAT am I gonna do with you?!"

"Take me to a party?" Beelzebub joked. That made Loona even more pissed. "Okay, okay! Sorry!" Beelzebub said. "I won't fuck with ya! Sorrrry!"

"You need to be more open minded, Bee." Loona sighed. "Getting yourself detention and then leaving detention isn't a good thing for your future. You should know that by now."

"Whatever you say, Mom." Beelzebub joked, as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a cold beer, which Loona grabbed from her. "Hey, give that back!"

"YOU'RE not having any beer, Bee!" Loona scolded. "You and I are going to Simon's house and you're gonna apologize for dragging him to that club of yours!"

"But, he hates me!" Beelzebub cried. "He's not gonna say anything to me!"

"Not unless you say your sorry." Loona said. "Now, come on. Let's go."