Wicked Game.
An Original Works
An Apply Fiction

DING DONG, THE WITCH IS...DEAD?

Thursday ; July 25th. 11:30PM.

BEATRIZ DELORES is seen for the last time, in the house of MICAH XAVIER. The house was still, quiet, with the exception of the living room, where their friend group sat, cross legged, eyes blood shot red from the alcohol they'd consumed. Laughter spilled out into the air, the medley of their voices swirling around them.

MICAH: No way did you kiss her!

BEATRIZ: Mhm! Yes way!

She holds a bottle of vodka in her hand, and she takes a swig from it, handing it to the person next to her.

[REDACTED #1]: [ takes swig of vodka bottle ] I didn't even know she liked girls like that!

BEATRIZ: Well, apparently she does, and I'm not complaining!

Beatriz suddenly stops talking, her entire body freezing up.

BEATRIZ: Wait, what's the time?

[REDACTED #1]: [ checks the clock ] 11:30. Why?

BEATRIZ: Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!

She continues to swear under her breath as she stands up, dusting herself off as she grabs her stuff from the carpeted floor, scooping up one of the half empty vodka bottles and putting it in her bag.

MICAH: Hey, where are you going? Thought you had to be back for 12?

[Redacted #2], who was resting their head on his lap, looks up at the girl as she leaves.

[REDACTED #2]: [ reaching out to hold her hand ] Bea? Everything okay?

BEATRIZ: [ swatting them away ] Yes! Fuck, yes, everything is fine, okay? Just- leave me alone, alright?

Beatriz was always prone to outbursts, though this time felt slightly different. Other than the fact that her pupils were dilated beyond relief, she was shaking an extortionate amount, and the hands clutching onto her duffel bag were turning whiter by the minute.

MICAH: You need a drive, Bea?

BEATRIZ: No. [ she swallows ] Thanks, Mic.

She gives the group a small nod before rushing out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

[REDACTED #3]: That was...

MICAH: Certainly something.

He reaches for the vodka bottle, taking a swig from it once it's firmly in his grasp.

[REDACTED #1]: Oh come on, it's just Beatriz, for fuck's sake. Don't tell me you actually believed all that bullshit.

[REDACTED #2]: She doesn't usually freak the fuck out like that, though! Surely something's wrong?

[REDACTED #1]: Listen, we'll see her tomorrow and it'll be like nothing ever happened, alright? Now, let's all relax, and let me own you motherfuckers at poker.

[REDACTED #2]: Whatever.

Though they continue on with their night, getting drunk in Micah's living room and hiccuping as they speak, though none of them could fully shake the feeling that something was wrong.

And perhaps rightly so.

BEATRIZ DELORES HAD VANISHED INTO THE NIGHT.

Sunday ; August 4th. 5:30PM.

Beatriz Delores is officially pronounced dead by the local police department of Marylewood. The search party for the girl had lasted approximately 1 week and 2 days, after her mother, ROSALIA DELORES, had filed a missing person's report, on the evening of Friday 26th July, after Beatriz had failed to return home from Micah's house.

A 'funeral procession' is scheduled to be held around two weeks later, should any additional details surrounding the missing person case come up that weren't there before. 

The friend group once held together by Beatriz Delores has seemingly fallen apart only a week after her disappearance; the weight of the guilt had consumed them all, and with each of them having a different coping mechanism to deal with it, they fought until it was too much for them all to bare.

It seems that the fragments of their old friend group had gone missing along with Beatriz, never to be uncovered.

OR SO IT SEEMS.

       Tuesday ; August 20th. 1:33PM.

The reunion of the friend group is a lot more somber than expected. All dressed in black, all stone-faced as they stand towards the back of the procession, watching on.

Rosalia's sobs cut through the thick summer air, her wails sharp and uncontrollable as she cries by her daughter's 'coffin'.

MICAH: She was a shitty mother all this time, and now she thinks she can fucking cry?

The distaste is apparent in his voice as he rolls his eyes, watching as Rosalia continues to cry. [Redacted #4] swats him gently.

[REDACTED #4]: She's just lost her daughter. Maybe we should cut her a bit of slack.

MICAH: She didn't give a shit about her when she was alive, why the fuck should she give a shit about her now?

The anger in his voice is evident, and [Redacted #5] starts stroking his arm gently, almost as if trying to calm him down. 

[REDACTED #5]: Micah. Relax.

He's about to speak again, almost as if to protest, but he receives a message from his phone, stopping him from speaking.

[REDACTED #6]: Who is it?

MICAH: It's an unknown number...let me check.

He opens the message and reads it, taking in what it says before his eyes widen slightly.

MICAH: Fuck.

[REDACTED #7]: What? What does it say?

He shows the phone to them. The message reads:

Queen Bea gone 4 good? Seems so.
And seems like you all have a lot of secrets you're too scared to share.
Too bad I'm around now.
You ready to play?
— B.

S.TARRING...

✸ BEATRIZ VALERIA DELORES
━━━ portrayed by maria isabel .

Seventeen. Leo. Hell Is A Teenage Girl. Lipstick Stains. Girls, Girls, Girls. Pretty In Pink. Venomous Tongue. The Queen Bee.

✸ MICAH ROMEO XAVIER
━━━ portrayed by tyler lawrence gray .

Seventeen. Scorpio. Sea Air In His Lungs. Iron Fists. Walking On Water. Unpredictable And Untameable. Home Comforts. The Wildcard.

FEATURING.

Jessica Alba ✶ Rosalia Delores

Sophia Birlem ✶ Theodora 'Thea' Xavier

Nicola Peltz ✶ Nevaeh Jacobs

&& OTHERS.

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Elodie Speaks . . .

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━ THE FORM / RULES can be found in the next chapter.

━ WARNINGS / this book may contain: mentions of death && injury, abuse ( mental, physical & sexual ), bullying, underage alcohol intake & drug usage, sexual content ( no smut ), violence and strong language . if any of these make you uncomfortable, please click off of this fic!

━ COPYRIGHT / this fic is inspired by pretty little liars & parts of gossip girl; i do not claim any rights to either of the above to shows. the closing gif i use at the bottom of all chapters is made by plinthprize  , while the moodboards are by me. all original characters belong to their creators, and should not be claimed as your own. the plot of this fic belongs to me as of august 2024, & should not be stolen or copied, nor translated, republished or rewritten without my permission ( i can and will spam report to get it taken down. )

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WICKED GAME.
AN APPLY FICTION
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started 2 . 8 . 24
published 6 . 8 . 24
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