Roanoke Preparatory Academy Jun 15, 2007 11:16:50 GMT -5
Post by RPA admin on Jun 15, 2007 11:16:50 GMT -5
Roanoke Preparatory Academy is known for their prosperous students, high tech security devices, and a wealthy environment. Parents send their kids to ensure their safety, getting top-dollar services, and making sure their kid is going to get the best education possible. Students go about their business, talking, partying, lying, cheating, flirting. What the 'rents don't know, doesn't matter, right?
The school year has just began, and strangely, students are excited to get back into the swing of things at RPA. Eager high school students mingle around the campus, awaiting to hear the familiar voice come over the loud speaker, telling them the first day has just begun. For the usual students, it's like any other day, but for the Freshman, it's somewhat intimidating, exhilarating maybe. No one has a care in the world, they're all too busy thinking of who slept with who, who's together, and who broke up. The truth of what's to come, will come all too harshly to those unaware.
They've been planning for months, years even, to get back at those who teased and tortured them in RPA's hallways. These students have tricks up their sleeve, that seem innocent at first, and snowball downward into a darkness no one can quite explain. These students find revenge to be nothing but glory, a way to eliminate the enemy, which in the end is what they plan to do. No one knew it would develop into these several things, several events that would shape the student body, and test the limits of those around: Rumors, Pranks, Attacks, and the ultimate, more murders. Following in their older older brothers' footsteps, these students are set out to do what so many before them had done. They plotted, they planned, and now they're ready for it all to unfold.
A couple days after school started, the rumors began, they spread like wildfire, and engulfed those in its path. It wasn't enough revenge for the plotting students, so they carried on, and developed into Pranks. Still, the pranks didn't seem to ease their lifetime of pain.
About a month to a month and a half after RPA opened their doors for the new school year, the attacks started. The plotters entered houses of those targeted, and then either raped, beat, or killed the victims and their family. The plotter knew how to clean up, and did it good, matter of fact, and knew the police would find no evidence. Two girls were especially effected, as both their brothers had been killed the year before in another attack. The girls had just gotten past the fact of being able to stay home alone, and then these attacks began, this time targeted at them. Shortly after the attacks, they turned to a friend for support, and began spending their nights and days shadowing him for protection. He on the other hand, had his own problems to deal with, but willingly took on their problems as well. His best friend was killed by the attackers, for revenge on he himself and his siblings. Everyone here at Roanoke knows what it feels like to have someone they cared about killed, so they'll go to extremes to protect themselves. Years and years of history engulfed them, all the way down to who these attackers descended from. It's in their blood, killing is in their blood. Time went slowly on for the students of RPA, and they gradually began to feel safe again, until the first murder.
The plotters had only wanted for a little fun and games, until a brother got involved with the whole ordeal. It started as any other night, they snuck into the house, and found her, then captured her. Taking her out to the deserted school sportplex, everything started. When an overprotective brother steps onto the football field, no weapon in his hands, the guys take their advantage. One man raises his gun, points it straight at the girl's brother, then, Bang.
Killing felt good to them, and now that they did kill, it's embedded in their body. No one could see the faces of these plotters, always shaded by the night's darkness, and covered by a baseball cap and sweatshirts. If you're home alone, if your defenseless, your one step away from the biggest nightmare of your life. One by one they'll kill off the race of Roanoke students, just like the lost colony so many centuries before. Is history repeating itself? Will you be the one to stop it all? Or will the secrets remain untouched?