**************
I'll Be Right Back!
**************
*
*
*
The movie theater was overrun with screaming patrons as the couple walked together towards the doors of the movie that was about to be shown.
"Do we have to see some boring old scary movie tonight?" the girl asked her boyfriend as she held onto him tightly.
"And what would you rather see instead, some sappy Meg Ryan film?" he questioned, she rolled her eyes at his remark. "Come on, its just a movie, its not like any of its real..." her boyfriend coaxed her.
"Alright." She gave in reluctantly. "But just remember, you owe me big time!" she threatened as the procession of people in white masks ran by them frantically.
The couple watched as the audience members chased each other wildly while dressed in the complimentary masks and knives that portrayed that of the killers in the movie they were about to see.
"Very romantic!" the girl muttered with annoyance as she found a seat next to her grinning boyfriend.
"Here, if you're so bored go get us some popcorn." Her boyfriend suggested, he handed her some money as she got up from her seat.
"I'll be right back." She muttered in frustration.
The doors swung back and forth as she exited the theater in search of the popcorn vender. She stood in line at the concession stand while the two college girls in front of her rambled away.
"Its not funny, it's a true story! It happened to some kids in California a few years ago!" the blonde scolded the other girl in front of her.
Once she had the popcorn the girl headed back towards the theater. Slowly she entered the pitch-black room, her paranoia eating at her as she walked down the aisle to where her boyfriend was seated.
She sat down next to him, the girl bent down and sat the bucket of popcorn on the floor next to her seat, she then glanced up at her boyfriend... he was wearing one of the masks from the movie that now blared on the screen above them.
"Come on sweetie! That's not funny!" she fussed at him to take off the mask, he didn't answer. "Fine, I'm sorry I made fun of the movie, now please take off the mask!" she sighed, still no response.
She looked down at her boyfriend's hands, something gleamed in the darkness. The girl's eyes struggled to adjust to the changing light that cast off the screen as she tried to see what it was her boyfriend was holding, just then his hand raised to reveal a large knife.
The girl screamed in horror as the knife was thrust into her stomach, but no one could hear her over the audience's mocking cries which rang out around them. The blood poured from her chest in a crimson-
"Cut!" shouted the director in aggravation, the audience's screaming ended abruptly as the lights switched on above the fake constructed movie set.
"What is it now Mr. Jenkins?" the small brunette at his side asked in a tired tone.
"Don't ask me what's wrong! Look at that!" the director spat while pointing at the actress' bloody shirt. "The color is all wrong!" he alleged in dismay.
"I think its fine, not too red, not too thin... its perfect." The small red haired girl in glasses added from behind them.
"Its believable is what it is!" the brunette smarted to the director in offense. "Frankly I think we did a damn good job-" she continued before being cut off by Mr. Jenkins.
"You don't get it do you honey?" the director questioned tauntingly. "These kids today want to see blood, lots of blood... and they want that blood to be red, that way their stupid drugged-out brains can process that the red fluid coming from her chest isn't Cream Soda but BLOOD!" he shouted rudely into the brunette's face, she shrank back crudely in defense.
"This whole scene sucks! It's too unoriginal! I mean what makes it any different from that stupid shower scene opening in the first movie?" she questioned defiantly, the other people working around them paused and awaited the director's response in silence.
"What makes it different?" he repeated her question, the brunette nodded boldly. "There's no tits in this version, that's what!" he cussed back, the brunette almost fell over in shock after hearing his remark. "Now get back in there and make that blood redder or I won't give you one damn credit for working on this film!" he told her, pointing to the effects room across from the set.
"Fine!" she spat before walking away from where he sat.
"Action!" the director shouted as one of the students leapt in front of him with the movie slate.
"Stab 2, scene four: take twenty-three." The kid announced before jumping out of the camera's view.
The brunette made her way towards the large closet that had been transformed into an effects trailer where make-up and prop effects could be constructed for the movie.
"Ya want me to help out?" the redhead in glasses whimpered from behind her.
"Na, its okay Jasper, I can do it... I'll be right back..." the brunette sighed before shutting the door behind herself.
*
*
*
The crewmembers fumbled around the set as they rushed to put the props away and go home for the night. The director and camera men had already gone and all there was left to do was clean up the red dye stains from the set's flooring and put away the fake knives and ghost masks.
"Bye." The small group of college students called to their fellow classmates before leaving the movie set.
"See ya guys tomorrow." The brunette answered as they exited the stage, only herself and the small girl in glasses remained on the set now.
"This job is so not what I signed up for!" the girl in glasses muttered sadly while pushing a strand of her red hair behind her right ear.
"I know what ya mean." The brunette commented in the same disappointed tone, taking off the white latex gloves she had worn while mixing the fake blood.
"I'm gonna go, you sure you wanna finish up alone?" she asked the brunette with concern.
"I'll be fine, go on home." The brunette assured her while pulling back her long curly brown hair only to let it fall back around her shoulders.
"Okay, goodnight." The girl in glasses sighed.
The brunette waved as her friend left the room, she was now completely alone on the large movie set. She gathered up the leftover props in both hands as she tiredly shuffled her feet towards the large closet ahead of her.
She stepped into the room that was used to store the props for the film, she laid the clutter of fake knives on the small table in front of her and shut the door behind herself when suddenly the entire room went dark.
"Damnit!" she sighed in irritation. "Just my luck!" she fussed at the light bulb that had blown.
Carefully she fumbled to find the doorknob in the pitch-black darkness of the room, but she had no luck in locating it.
"Damnit!" she mumbled again while stomping her foot.
She turned her back on the door unknowingly, then suddenly she was blinded by a burst of light that sent her shrinking backwards.
"You okay?" the tall boy questioned with a slight laugh as he stood in the now open doorway.
"Damnit Stu!" she cussed in aggravation and relief. "You scared the shit outa me!"
"Who were you expecting, some psycho killer?" he asked with an evil smile.
"Very funny." The brunette scoffed while continuing to put away the props on the table beside them.
"Oh come on Maggie, lighten up a little." He persisted.
"Sorry, it's just this stupid movie..." she muttered sadly.
"It can't be that bad, I mean at least you didn't have to work on the first Stab film... now that one sucked!" Stu said dismissively.
"Oh yeah, if it sucks so bad then how come you make me watch it so much?" she questioned curiously, Stu only shrugged innocently.
"Whoa..." he gasped in awe while glancing around the room. "This place is awesome!" he announced with delight.
"Its all fake." Maggie muttered while picking up one of the prop knives.
"Oh yeah?" he uttered inquisitively while walking towards her.
He took the knife from her, Stu pushed the tip of his finger against the top of the knife, the blade slid back into the handle with ease.
"Whata jip!" he sighed in disappointment. "Maybe it'll still cut this way..." he muttered while trying to slice the blade long-ways on his arm, the plastic wouldn't even break his skin. "That sucks!" he shrieked before throwing the knife on one of the nearby shelves.
"Doesn't it though." Maggie sighed as if she didn't care.
"What's wrong?" he asked after seeing the dismayed look on her face.
"Nothing, its just Paul..." she told him drearily.
"The director?" he wondered, she nodded.
"He's such an asshole!" Maggie wheezed angrily.
"Let's kill him!" Stu said sarcastically with enthusiasm.
Maggie chuckled at his response.
"What?" he questioned in a lost voice.
"Is that all you think about?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well, its not all I think about..." he trailed off while reaching back to grab the doorknob, slowly he pulled the door closed.
"Come on Stu, its too dark!" Maggie managed to say through her laughter from inside the room. "I can't see!"
"Then use your imagination!" he said loftily, she then began to laugh hysterically.
I'll Be Right Back!
**************
*
*
*
The movie theater was overrun with screaming patrons as the couple walked together towards the doors of the movie that was about to be shown.
"Do we have to see some boring old scary movie tonight?" the girl asked her boyfriend as she held onto him tightly.
"And what would you rather see instead, some sappy Meg Ryan film?" he questioned, she rolled her eyes at his remark. "Come on, its just a movie, its not like any of its real..." her boyfriend coaxed her.
"Alright." She gave in reluctantly. "But just remember, you owe me big time!" she threatened as the procession of people in white masks ran by them frantically.
The couple watched as the audience members chased each other wildly while dressed in the complimentary masks and knives that portrayed that of the killers in the movie they were about to see.
"Very romantic!" the girl muttered with annoyance as she found a seat next to her grinning boyfriend.
"Here, if you're so bored go get us some popcorn." Her boyfriend suggested, he handed her some money as she got up from her seat.
"I'll be right back." She muttered in frustration.
The doors swung back and forth as she exited the theater in search of the popcorn vender. She stood in line at the concession stand while the two college girls in front of her rambled away.
"Its not funny, it's a true story! It happened to some kids in California a few years ago!" the blonde scolded the other girl in front of her.
Once she had the popcorn the girl headed back towards the theater. Slowly she entered the pitch-black room, her paranoia eating at her as she walked down the aisle to where her boyfriend was seated.
She sat down next to him, the girl bent down and sat the bucket of popcorn on the floor next to her seat, she then glanced up at her boyfriend... he was wearing one of the masks from the movie that now blared on the screen above them.
"Come on sweetie! That's not funny!" she fussed at him to take off the mask, he didn't answer. "Fine, I'm sorry I made fun of the movie, now please take off the mask!" she sighed, still no response.
She looked down at her boyfriend's hands, something gleamed in the darkness. The girl's eyes struggled to adjust to the changing light that cast off the screen as she tried to see what it was her boyfriend was holding, just then his hand raised to reveal a large knife.
The girl screamed in horror as the knife was thrust into her stomach, but no one could hear her over the audience's mocking cries which rang out around them. The blood poured from her chest in a crimson-
"Cut!" shouted the director in aggravation, the audience's screaming ended abruptly as the lights switched on above the fake constructed movie set.
"What is it now Mr. Jenkins?" the small brunette at his side asked in a tired tone.
"Don't ask me what's wrong! Look at that!" the director spat while pointing at the actress' bloody shirt. "The color is all wrong!" he alleged in dismay.
"I think its fine, not too red, not too thin... its perfect." The small red haired girl in glasses added from behind them.
"Its believable is what it is!" the brunette smarted to the director in offense. "Frankly I think we did a damn good job-" she continued before being cut off by Mr. Jenkins.
"You don't get it do you honey?" the director questioned tauntingly. "These kids today want to see blood, lots of blood... and they want that blood to be red, that way their stupid drugged-out brains can process that the red fluid coming from her chest isn't Cream Soda but BLOOD!" he shouted rudely into the brunette's face, she shrank back crudely in defense.
"This whole scene sucks! It's too unoriginal! I mean what makes it any different from that stupid shower scene opening in the first movie?" she questioned defiantly, the other people working around them paused and awaited the director's response in silence.
"What makes it different?" he repeated her question, the brunette nodded boldly. "There's no tits in this version, that's what!" he cussed back, the brunette almost fell over in shock after hearing his remark. "Now get back in there and make that blood redder or I won't give you one damn credit for working on this film!" he told her, pointing to the effects room across from the set.
"Fine!" she spat before walking away from where he sat.
"Action!" the director shouted as one of the students leapt in front of him with the movie slate.
"Stab 2, scene four: take twenty-three." The kid announced before jumping out of the camera's view.
The brunette made her way towards the large closet that had been transformed into an effects trailer where make-up and prop effects could be constructed for the movie.
"Ya want me to help out?" the redhead in glasses whimpered from behind her.
"Na, its okay Jasper, I can do it... I'll be right back..." the brunette sighed before shutting the door behind herself.
*
*
*
The crewmembers fumbled around the set as they rushed to put the props away and go home for the night. The director and camera men had already gone and all there was left to do was clean up the red dye stains from the set's flooring and put away the fake knives and ghost masks.
"Bye." The small group of college students called to their fellow classmates before leaving the movie set.
"See ya guys tomorrow." The brunette answered as they exited the stage, only herself and the small girl in glasses remained on the set now.
"This job is so not what I signed up for!" the girl in glasses muttered sadly while pushing a strand of her red hair behind her right ear.
"I know what ya mean." The brunette commented in the same disappointed tone, taking off the white latex gloves she had worn while mixing the fake blood.
"I'm gonna go, you sure you wanna finish up alone?" she asked the brunette with concern.
"I'll be fine, go on home." The brunette assured her while pulling back her long curly brown hair only to let it fall back around her shoulders.
"Okay, goodnight." The girl in glasses sighed.
The brunette waved as her friend left the room, she was now completely alone on the large movie set. She gathered up the leftover props in both hands as she tiredly shuffled her feet towards the large closet ahead of her.
She stepped into the room that was used to store the props for the film, she laid the clutter of fake knives on the small table in front of her and shut the door behind herself when suddenly the entire room went dark.
"Damnit!" she sighed in irritation. "Just my luck!" she fussed at the light bulb that had blown.
Carefully she fumbled to find the doorknob in the pitch-black darkness of the room, but she had no luck in locating it.
"Damnit!" she mumbled again while stomping her foot.
She turned her back on the door unknowingly, then suddenly she was blinded by a burst of light that sent her shrinking backwards.
"You okay?" the tall boy questioned with a slight laugh as he stood in the now open doorway.
"Damnit Stu!" she cussed in aggravation and relief. "You scared the shit outa me!"
"Who were you expecting, some psycho killer?" he asked with an evil smile.
"Very funny." The brunette scoffed while continuing to put away the props on the table beside them.
"Oh come on Maggie, lighten up a little." He persisted.
"Sorry, it's just this stupid movie..." she muttered sadly.
"It can't be that bad, I mean at least you didn't have to work on the first Stab film... now that one sucked!" Stu said dismissively.
"Oh yeah, if it sucks so bad then how come you make me watch it so much?" she questioned curiously, Stu only shrugged innocently.
"Whoa..." he gasped in awe while glancing around the room. "This place is awesome!" he announced with delight.
"Its all fake." Maggie muttered while picking up one of the prop knives.
"Oh yeah?" he uttered inquisitively while walking towards her.
He took the knife from her, Stu pushed the tip of his finger against the top of the knife, the blade slid back into the handle with ease.
"Whata jip!" he sighed in disappointment. "Maybe it'll still cut this way..." he muttered while trying to slice the blade long-ways on his arm, the plastic wouldn't even break his skin. "That sucks!" he shrieked before throwing the knife on one of the nearby shelves.
"Doesn't it though." Maggie sighed as if she didn't care.
"What's wrong?" he asked after seeing the dismayed look on her face.
"Nothing, its just Paul..." she told him drearily.
"The director?" he wondered, she nodded.
"He's such an asshole!" Maggie wheezed angrily.
"Let's kill him!" Stu said sarcastically with enthusiasm.
Maggie chuckled at his response.
"What?" he questioned in a lost voice.
"Is that all you think about?" she asked suspiciously.
"Well, its not all I think about..." he trailed off while reaching back to grab the doorknob, slowly he pulled the door closed.
"Come on Stu, its too dark!" Maggie managed to say through her laughter from inside the room. "I can't see!"
"Then use your imagination!" he said loftily, she then began to laugh hysterically.