Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no profit from this story. My Bloody Valentine belongs to other people and I am merely borrowing the characters for my own amusement.

Author: Manda (EternallyEC)

Summary: My thoughts on the twist ending of (the original) MBV… Don't read if you haven't seen the movie!

Author's Note: I first discovered MBV when I was somewhere between eleven and thirteen years old… I rented it quite often and fell in love with it. Then I moved away from the video store that carried it and forgot about it for a while, until news of the remake came to my attention.

I found it on DVD at Walmart for $5 (along with April Fools Day—which I didn't really care for) and immediately bought it, brought it home and watched it. I had built it up quite a bit from my fond memories of it and I am happy to say I was not disappointed.

MBV is quite an excellent horror movie—I love how they set the story up, how they make you really connect with the characters so that you care about the people getting offed, and most of all I LOVE the twist at the end.

That being said, if you haven't seen the entire movie—DO NOT READ THIS FIC. SPOILER ALERT!

I was watching MBV and just got to thinking about how horrible it must have been for Axel to see what he saw… and I started to wonder why he was under that bed in the first place

And now that this author's note is about as long as the fic… Enjoy!

Title: With Silent Horror

"Why can't I go to the dance with you Daddy?" The little boy who asked the question was blonde haired and blue eyed with an innocence that seemed to light up the room as he looked questioningly at his father.

"It's a grown-up thing," his father told him, reaching down and ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "You wouldn't have any fun there."

"Yes I would!" he insisted, making a face. "I'd have just as much fun there as I will sitting at home with the babysitter."

The older man laughed and reached out again, but the child ducked out of his reach and lay down on his stomach, scooting under the bed. "I'm never coming out until you let me go to the dance!" he announced.

"Oh, that's not going to work," his father chuckled.

"I know," he sighed, wiggling out partially from under the bed. He cupped his chin in his hands and grinned widely as he watched his father tighten his tie with an affection that he couldn't fully appreciate yet… and indeed, would never be able to after this moment.

For in that moment, he heard a strange noise that he couldn't identify, and as suddenly as though he had appeared out of thin air there was a huge menacing figure standing behind his father, raising a pick axe high above his head.

His father shut the mirror and gasped, turning around at the reflection of the figure. He turned just in time for the axe to bury itself in his chest, and the young boy who watched with silent horror from beneath the bed opened his mouth in a soundless scream.

And then, as though it wasn't enough that he had murdered the man, the figure who would soon become known to the boy as Harry Warden dug his pick axe into his father's chest… and carved out his heart, splattering young Axel with his father's blood.

His mouth still open from his silent shrieks, Axel pushed himself under the bed and curled up into the fetal position. His eyes were glazed with shock and his face was a study in horror as he watched the heart being ripped from his father's chest, and as he heard the thump of boots leaving the room he slowly put his thumb in his mouth and began to suck.

~~FIN