Super Seventeen

PROLOGUE

Zoey Chancellor was driving down the old abandonded road 109 MPH with a knife stuck into her left arm. She could not believe what had just happened, her eyes bugging out in disbeliefe. She felt as if her head was about to explode from all the thoughts swelling inside. Her hands felt as if they were hot gludded and duck tapped on the stearing wheel and there was no way she could let go. The blood on her face felt as if it were burning into her flesh. For it wasn't her blood, but Grey Dainels, the boy who had just been killed before her eyes. She couldnt get the mask out of her head. The happy theatre mask covered and smeared in blood.

She cant believe he is REAL! All the rumors of the mask murderer, all the rumors of the physco teen killer man, he was there. That was him. No one ever lived to tell the story of him. Except now that Zoey successfully, a miracle, got away from him. Slipped through his grasped, found the door, and drove away fast enough, with him on her tail the whole time. She got away from him right?! He wasnt in the backseat stalking her was he?! No. She saw him standing there with that mischeti knife in his hand covered in Grey's blood.

She didnt dare take the knife out of her arm, scared she might bleed to death. Just leave it there and she will be able to make it to the hospital with no hassle right? Or should she go to the police and save the others from that killer?? Screw the others what about her? She could die from this wound!!! Her first, others second. Just like always for the queen. Zoey was already drunk and was struggling with seeing the road. She left her phone near Grey's near body and couldn't call for help. She kept thinking about how she made it out safe. She was okay. Until the car made an unfamiliar noise and forced her to pull over. "What the hell?"

She knew nothing about cars, so she was hoping she could just pop the hood, look, and go. She tried to start the car again, but it wouldn't start. "Ugh!" she got out and started to look for cars coming even though the road was abandoned. She got in her car and just sat there.

Was her emergency cell phone in the backseat? God bless her parents for being rich enough as they were to spoil her with emergency phones. She reached back there and found the phone on top of the theatre mask she saw in the abandoned house. The one smaeared with blood.

Then all of a sudden the killer rose from the backseat. He pulled the knife from Zoey's arm and then pulled Zoey's head back on the seat. He laughed at the girls pitty atempt to fight him off and then slowly and painfully slit her throat. After he did that, he left the body there to die and headed back toward the abandoned house.