Leigh+Theriot

Full Name: Leigh (pronounced LEE) Anne Theriot (There-ee-it) __** ELIMINATED **__ (pronounced ee-LIM-in-ate-ed) Author: Paul Kendikian From: Houma, Louisiana Gender: Female Ethnicity: White Age: 23 Traits (Appearance): Long, brown hair, brown eyes, particularly skinny and pretty short, only about 5' 4", fricken beautiful Reason for coming to park: Needs a break from her stressful life, saw this as a nice opportunity to do so. Brief History: Married the man of her dreams (Yours truly) after moving to live with him right after she graduated high school. She works as a nurse at a local hospital. Anything else (optional): Had a history of depression, lived with her grandfather for a few years, real father abandoned her and her birth mother as a baby, lives with adopted family (somewhat abusive).

=DAY ONE= Well, I can't say I wanted to do this, but I didn't quite have a choice. He wanted me to, said I needed a break. I protested with him, told him I'd much rather stay with him. He said "No, you should go. It'll be a good opportunity to have some fun by yourself." But I protested more, told him I wanted to be with him. I know he didn't really mean it, that he didn't want me to go. I could see it in his eyes. You could always tell what was up with him by his eyes. So I went. As soon as I walked out the door, I heard him sniffling, but I knew going back inside would only invoke more protest within him. So I just left. The bus came by our house and picked me up. There wasn't anyone I was in the mood to talk to: I missed him already. I decided to take a nap. That was a bad call. In my dream, a haunting male voice was calling out to me. It sounded a bit like my husband, except the voice was warped and terrifying. It said the scariest things. I woke up and sat up quickly in my seat, panting and breathing heavily. The same few thoughts raced through my mind. Pain. Misery. Suffering. Violence. Death. I was scared. I thought my depression was coming back for the first time in years. I wanted my husband. I needed him. I saw that during my nap, we had arrived at our destination. I was scared, but went in anyway. I've got a bad feeling about this.

=DAY TWO= I went to my hotel room. I was exhausted after the long ride and my terrifying nap. I sat on the bed, which was really comfortable, it felt like my tush was being serenaded by Morgan Freeman. I decided to call my husband, knowing he'd probably be worrying about me. When I tried to call him, I realized that I didn't have a signal. I got worried. I decided to call the front desk to find out what was up. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. But this is park is brand new, it'll take a few days to get the wi-fi set up ". "Oh. Okay. I'll just wait then". I hung the phone up and sighed. Suddenly, someone came into my room. It was someone who I guess was another guest. "Hello, I'm the manager of this here park. Are you enjoying your stay?" He seemed very polite. He also seemed to be walking with a limp of some sort. "Well, I'd like to say that I am, but I can't get in touch with my husband, and he's probably sweatin' bullets right now worryin' about me." He suddenly frowned. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. If there's ever a chance to contact him, I'll let you know. Again, I'm truly sorry, and if there's ANYTHING you need, please tell me." "Will do, mister. Thank you for the hospitality. I'm just very homesick, that's all." "Of course. Anything you need, Mrs. Theriot." Now I was really getting worried. How did he know my maiden name? "Thank ya kindly. Y'all got a very nice park here." "Why thank you". "Why don't you come in for a while, have a drink?" "Oh, I'm really not supposed to drink on duty..." "Oh, come on. Just a friendly little drink or two. Get to know your guests", I said with a friendly wink. I planned to get to know him a little better, find out if there was anything truly suspicious going on. I didn't drink anything, to avoid suspicion myself. After quite a few drinks, He opened up quite a bit. Bricks were shat.

NOTE: YES, I INTENDED THE HOTEL MANAGER TO BE THE KILLER. MY CHARACTER WILL NOT REVEAL THE TRUTH TO ANY OTHER CHARACTERS, AND THE KILLER WILL NOT REMEMBER THE NIGHT AFTER HE RETURNS TO HIS LITTLE ROOM... THING. Leigh knows she is in danger but can do nothing about it, and is going to rely on her wits to survive.

=DAY THREE= That night was sleepless, followed by an unfortunate wake-up in a col sweat. I knew a dark secret about the park. I was afraid to die and leave my husband alone. I knew he would never forgive me if that happened. I had another terrible dream of him sitting alone and crying his eyes out. I knew I had to survive by any means necessary. When I woke up that morning, I thought about what I had to do. All I could come up with was to watch my every step and follow the whole "better safe than sorry" thing. I'm not completely sure everything the "manager" of the park told me was true, but he was drunk, so I'm not entirely sure. I suddenly remembered something very useful. I went over to my shoes and opened the secret compartments (yes, my shoes have secret compartments) and pulled out two combat knives in leather coverings. I unsheathed them and did some practice swinging, just to reacquaint myself with the motions. It felt nice, swinging something around that was nice, straight, and long. Reminded me of my honeymoon. Anyway, I had also stashed my bow and some arrows, about twenty, in my suitcases' secret compartment. (I like secret compartments, what can I say?) I drew a single arrow and fired it straight into the head of the park manager. At least, his head in a picture on the wall. Unfortunately, he didn't tell me where his lair was, so that's gonna take me a while to find. Then I realized something. I was also surviving for all of the other guests at the park. I overheard some conversations that morning about people who had died in a crash on one of the coasters, clearly a work of the manager's sabotage. With the weight of the innocent on my shoulders, i set out with my knives, bow, and arrows, all cleverly stashed in the secret compartments of the secret compartments of my clothes.

Yo dawg, I heard you like secret compartments So I put some secret compartments in yo secret compartments = = = DAY FOUR = (I'm not getting pissed or anything, it's part of the game, but any particular reason you guys voted me as the worst/second worse? Because I honestly expected to win strongest for day four, not get killed off.) I awoke from what seemed like a rest. But I was standing up. I looked down to see knives- MY knives- jammed into my abdomen, with blood dripping down. Then it hit me. I was dead. F**k. Then I started crying. I failed everyone. The guests at this death trap, myself, and above all, my husband. God. My husband. He's never gonna forgive me for this. I always promised him that I'd never die before him. Well look at me now, all dead. I knew there was only one thing to do right now. I returned home. Then I did something that I know only my husband would recognize as my handiwork. I knew he'd still be asleep, and that he'd wake up soon and take a shower. So I moved our couch into the shower and waited. I heard the doorknob shake and he came into the room. He took one look at the shower, gasped, fell to his knees and started sobbing hysterically. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and looked at me. Rather, right into my eyes, "L-Leigh?" He asked, tears in his eyes. "Yes, my love, I am here." "Leigh, what happened? You promised me you wouldn't die. Not before I did." "I know. But that amusement park I went to turned out to be a trap. I was murdered." He started crying even more. "There, there, Paul... I'll always be with you."

=DAY FIVE= //I remember exactly what happened now. I had set out on my search for the hiding spot of that freak. It was a lot easier than I expected to find. Because I was lead there. By a little girl. "Hi there, lady!" "Hello, young one", I had said with a smile. "What are you doing here all alone?" "My daddy owns this park. I can do whatever I want." The gears in my head clicked. She could lead me right to him. "Oh, I actually want to talk to your daddy. Can you take me to him?" "My daddy says that I'm not supposed to let anyone see him." "Is that so?" "Yeah. But he's coming over here right now! So you can talk to him." I quickly turned around to see the manager. He was wearing a black cape with red on the inside and a black top hat and suit, kinda like a magician. "Well hello, Mrs. Theriot. Or should I say, Mrs. Kendikian." "Why are you doing this? Killing innocent people like this." "Why? Because it's fun, of course. Oh? I see you've met my daughter, Violet." "You've even brought your own daughter into this? What kind of a sicko are you?" "Just someone..." He looked up to reveal a face that was mangled and terrifying, seemingly synthetic. "Who enjoys a good time." "Well your good time ends right now. This is wrong and I'm going to stop you." I quickly drew my bow and fired an arrow. He caught it midair and snapped it with his hand. I was taken aback, but didn't show it. I fired another arrow, this one hitting him right in the shoulder. He cried out in pain, but then started laughing. He pulled it out and dropped it to the ground. "You... WHAT are you?" "Something you can never understand." He ran incredibly fast, almost teleporting, right next to me. I reached in my holster with lightning fast reflexes and slashed his cheek. His wound quickly healed itself, with other parts of his face working to cover the slash I just made. Now I was really scared. "Oh Violet... Would you care to show our guest to her final exit?" "Okay daddy!" I turned to pull my second knife out with my right hand and defend myself from Violet. It wasn't until I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen that I realized that the child had stolen my knife.//

=DAY SIX= I knew I had to get revenge and save those that I could. And I knew just the man for the job. Using my ghostly ghost powers, I teleported where I wanted to go. The Freeman residence. I knocked on the door, ensuring that I was visible. I was greeted by the man himself. "Why, hello Leigh. Lovely seeing you again." "Hey Uncle* Morgan." "What brings you by this fine day?" I wore a frown and saw that he knew. "I'm dead. I need some help getting revenge on the guy who did it and save more from their untimely deaths. You're the only one I could think to come to." "You came at the right time, my dear. I've just finished duplicating myself THIRTEEN TIMES, so now he's gotta deal with 14 of me." I smiled and giggled. "You're the best, Uncle Morgan." We went into the secret cave inside the mansion. I'd been there only once before, and that was when we searched for the Holy Grail. And yeah, we found it. How else do you think he's still alive? I obviously didn't drink from it, a mistake now that I thought about it. Anyway, the 15 of us got into his enormous car. We were there in no time. "Freeman 14, cut the electricity", said the original, "And Freeman 12, you get this gate open after the electricity is down. We've got a madman to take down." I suddenly realized that I thought I had heard Morgan's voice before, and not from him...
 * She's called him uncle since the hunt for the grail.

=DAY SEVEN= I went to scour the area and look for the hideout again. The team of Freemans were looking for other access points in. Then I saw them. A group of survivors who had found the entrance. "HEY!" I called out to them. They noticed me and got a bit scared, but stayed calm. "Wh-who are you?" asked one of them, a guy with curly hair. He was with a fish and... the little girl. The killer's daughter. "Hi lady!" I wasn't sure how to respond, so I went back to the curly haired guy. "My name's Leigh. I was killed here. This little girl is the daughter of the guy who's killing everyone." The fish started flopping, the curly haired guy's face went blank and Violet giggled. "//In fact,// this little devil is the one who stabbed me to death." I could see the panic in the eyes of the other two. Violet started crying and ran away. "Anyway", I said, "What are your names?" They introduced themselves, Diego and Wendell. "Well listen up guys. Stay here, I've got a team of trained professionals on their way to help y'all. Just stay calm and I'll get them here to protect you and end this nightmare for whoever else is alive here..."

YOU FAILED US LEIGH

STFU, I GOT MORGAN FREEMAN TO COME END THIS NIGHTMARE

= DAY EIGHT = I found the 14 Morgans searching high and low. "Quick guys!" I shouted, at which they all perked up and looked at me. "A couple of others are with the killer not far this way, let's go!" The guys started running in that direction as fast as they could. I saw the killer leaning over a rather large man, with a redhead girl on the ground and another boy standing next to the killer. This was the end. Today, one Free Man would walk away from this hellish nightmare.