Chapter One
A Gothic Horror
Why the fuck did I decide to come to this? Oh yeah, I remember why… the plan. Quinn thought to herself as she sat in Tina's living room. Tina's parents were away for the weekend so, for some weird reason, Tina asked Quinn if she wanted to stay the night Friday and have a horror movie marathon with her, and for one very important reason, Quinn agreed. She needed someone to start off the plan with.
She's so bloody boring. I mean seriously. She just sits there all fucking depressed. Then again she hasn't shut the fuck up now. She just keeps moaning about the movie. Fuck sake, I thought she was supposed to be a bloody goth. How can she not like scary movies? She's really pissing me off. If she doesn't shut the fuck up I'm going to turn her life into a fucking scary movie. Well, it doesn't really matter anyway; I'm killing this motherfucker tonight anyway. Just like I planned.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Tina hit a button on the remote, tuning the film off.
"What?" Quinn sighed very annoyed for what she thought was the millionth time.
"That was so fucking stupid. Pure horse shit. The death of horror movies right here in front of us." Tina moaned, to which Quinn just signed, again.
Are you writing a fucking review on this movie or what? Seriously, shut the fuck up.
Quinn was sitting on Tina's sofa, legs up crossed, beer in her right hand and sitting on her left. Tina sat to her right. Right leg over the other as she tossed the remote back and forth in her hands.
Quinn huffed out her irritation and rolled her eyes. She got up off the sofa, placing her beer on the coffee table.
"I thought it was good." Quinn said talking from behind the refrigeration door. Her tone clearly showing she was annoyed.
"You're kidding me right? These writers don't know when to stop. They just keep recycling the same shit over and over again."
Quinn sat back on the sofa eating an apple, sitting in the same position she was in before she left. She could feel her temper rising. Tina was really starting to piss her off, big time. Soon she was going to snap, she could feel it. But everything was going fine, all to plan. Tina was just making it easier for Quinn.
"It's all so predictable. There's no element of surprise. You can see everything coming."
And that was it. Her plan finally springing into action; Quinn snapped. Her left hand flew around, reviling the knife she had picked up during her visit to the kitchen, hitting its target. The knife pierced Tina's stomach, causing the goth to scream in agony.
Quinn sat there, holding the knife into the frozen girl's stomach next to her. A sick smirk painted on her face as she looked up and down at her victim.
"Did that surprise you?" Quinn murmured. She twisted the knife a few time before pulling it out of Tina, causing a little scream of agonising pain escape the girl's lips.
Blood stained Tina's dark grey pyjama t-shirt as it ran through from where the blade had just pierced her, covering her legs and the spot she sat on until it finally spilled onto the floor.
"W-Why?" Tina asked spitting out blood. It ran from her lips down her chin and crashed into the neck line of her top.
"Because you moan too much." Quinn growled before stabbing the knife back into the goth's stomach.
Tina choked in agony as she felt the knife enter her wound again. More blood shot up Tina's throat and out of her mouth.
"Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie." Quinn murmured, pulling the blade out once again. She turned back around to face the TV as Tina took her last few breaths. Her head fell backwards, awkwardly lying on the back of the couch.
Quinn smirked sickly as she pressed the play button on the remote. She sat there, remote in her right hand, a bloody knife in the other, and her dead Glee club member to her right.
One down, twelve to go.