A/N- So I watched this movie last night and I loved it so much. I'm surprised there isn't more fanfiction considering all of the possibilities that the movie gave! So this is my story, please enjoy. I'm hoping more will come so review and give me ideas if you have the time :)
The five students stood in the cellar, observing the strange collection of toys they'd found. Marty ran the reels of camera footage through his fingers, straining his eyes to see the small sepia images in the dim light. Unable to make out the figures- unsure if it was the lighting, or the seemingly heavy effect he was getting from the joint he'd been smoking only moments ago, Marty sought out a projector to view the reels on.
Dana ran her fingers lightly over the white painted masks that lay in a pile on the side of the room as she made her way over to a dust covered vanity. In the background she could faintly hear the sound of a music box playing in the background. Dana's fingers traced across the old, time worn leather book placed carefully on the vanity, her fingers picking up dust. Opening the book she discovered a hand-written journal that must have belonged to a young girl, from the way the writing looked.
Holden had found a small, white music box decorated plainly. The simplicity of the object reminded him of something his grandmother had used to own. Running his fingers along the bottom of the box, he found the knob and began winding it up. Upon opening it, a familiar tune began to play- something that reminded him of his childhood. Could it be? Was this the same music box his grandmother had once owned? The small ballerina girl twirled away in front of Holden's eyes.
Curt picked up a large conch shell, nearly the size of his head, putting his lips towards the small opening on the end of it. Memories from his childhood, swimming by the ocean with his dad came back to him. His eyes gazed around the room, looking past Holden who seemed mesmerized by the minuscule ballerina twirling in her music box. Spotting a large golden ball, he set down the conch shell. Curt walked towards it, picking the sphere up to find it very similar to a Rubik's Cube. His hands began to twirl the rotating layers around, attempting to match some of the markings up on the sides.
Jules ran her hands over a silk shawl, picking it up and shaking it off, dust flying. Coughing, she set the fabric down again and grabbing the bundled up twigs in the jar behind the shawl. Wondering what kind of wood they were she examined the twigs closely, unable to identify them. Frustrated, she set the twigs down. That's when she saw it. A mannequin stood in the corner of the room, robed in the most beautiful dress Jules had ever seen. She gasped for a moment as she took in the gown. The white lace with sparkling jewels decorating the bodice of the dress would have given away its purpose as a wedding gown if it hadn't been for the veil that fell down the back of the mannequin. She pulled back the smooth white veil to reveal a very large, very blue jeweled necklace. Something old, something new, something borrowed something blue." The old rhyme rang through Jules's head as she removed the necklace from the mannequin. It seemed lighter than it should have been, and in the dim light from Marty's lamp, the necklace changed colors she began putting her around her neck.
Every person in the room jumped as a loud bang resonated through the cellar, followed by a blinding flash of light. The flicker of a tape could be heard as Marty stumbled away from the projector he'd found. A family moved around on the screen behind him, two children playing on a swing set. A teenage boy sat at the side of the sepia screen reading.
"What the hell Marty? Are you trying to give us all heart attacks?" Curt walked over to the projector and began to watch the film. Marty stood beside him as Dana and Jules placed their items back where'd they'd found them, unsure of what had attracted them at first. Dana had found the journal disturbing in the first place, and Jules found the necklace to be rather unattractive at second glance, she realized as she ducked under Curt's arm. Holden closed the music box before the final, familiar chords rang out and joined the others, mindful of the fact that Dana stood in front of him.
"Come on Victor, put that silly camera away!" A beautiful woman appeared on the screen, giving the camera person, apparently named Victor, a stern look.
"Sophia, how else are we supposed to document such a lovely summer day? And a special one at that! It's our Kevin's 18th birthday, he's a man now!" The boy off to the side looked up quickly as his name was said. Smiling slightly he put down his book and stood up.
"Well he's quite attractive for an old man." Jules joked as Curt leaned down and nibbled on her neck. "I mean, for someone who lived when they dressed like that, he's cute. Right Dana?" She looked to her friend for support. Dana nodded slightly. She had a bad feeling about this. There was something off about Kevin's smile. The things she'd read in that diary had put her on edge. There was no way she was sleeping tonight.
"Kevin! Why don't you open up your first present for the camera." The woman's voice interrupted Dana's thought process and made her jump. Marty, who was standing next to her glanced over suspiciously.
"Something wrong Dana? Can you feel it to?" He whispered to Dana who shook her head. Dismissing Marty's 'feeling' as a side effect of the pot, she brought her gaze back up to the screen.
Kevin had been sat in front of the camera which had been placed on something as it continued to film. Victor had joined Sophia and Kevin along with the two children, a boy and a girl, and the group was sitting on the grass in front of the swing set, a large box in front of them. Kevin smiled at the box, slowly peeling the paper covering away. The screen flickered slightly as the scene changed. The location stayed the same but something was different. Dana gasped and Marty's hand found hers. Jules let out a small scream as she saw the change. Four of the five family members lay limply on the ground surrounding the opened present box. Victor, the father, stirred and tried to get up but a quick blur of black slammed into him and he collapsed onto the ground once more. The blur was Kevin, who picked up his father by his feet and started dragging him towards the camera, a small grin on his face. The most disturbing part of it all? Kevin looked happy as he did it. Reaching into his pocket, the boy on the screen pulled out a knife, dropping his father's feet and repositioning himself at his head. Dana looked away as the boy grabbed his father's hair. A cry from both behind her, and from the screen assured her that she'd been right not to look. Screams of pain floated from the movie as member after member of the family shared the same fate as their father. Burying herself in Holden's shirt, she shielded herself from the horrific images on screen. Marty let go of her hand after a final squeeze and a few moments later the sound of screams subsided. The five of them turned once more to the blank screen as if trying to figure out if what they'd seen was real. Glancing around at each other's pale expressions confirmed the reality of the situation. All of them had just shared an experience they'd never thought they would. The light flickered on again and before Marty could stop it again, the image of Kevin tossing his younger sister's head at the screen with that calm smile on his face was burned into their minds. For what seemed like an eternity, there was silence in the cellar.
"Why don't we go upstairs? I'll get us some beer and we can continue our game of truth or dare?" Curt tried to lighten the mood unsuccessfully. They all did decide to go upstairs though, attempting to escape the dark mood that had fallen on them.
Somewhere far in the distance, a young man dressed in black, sat perched in the high branch of a tree, staring up at the nearly empty night sky. The summer wind blew around him, stirring the trees but he wasn't afraid. The moonlight reflected in his glasses. Finally. He'd been cooped up for so long, watching as the others got their turn year after year. No one ever chose the films. Not when there were more interesting items available. He'd enjoyed making them though. For too long his parents had underestimated him. Then giving him that for his birthday. It had been as if they were mocking him. No one was mocking him now. His brother and sister of course, he'd been doing them a favour. Watching your mother and father being dismembered- that wasn't something a child should have to live with.
He nimbly climbed down from his perch, whistling as he made his way back down to the ground. Picking up his knives from the ground, he made sure they all shined in the light of the moon. All five of the knives- one for each target. He didn't need anything else. His knives were part of him- an extension of his arm. Packed up on his belt he began to walk towards the cabin. He'd make his Masters proud.
Now it was his time to shine again. Show the world he wasn't the weak, good for nothing they thought he was. His name would invoke terror in all that heard it, their dying words, ringing out in the darkness. Kevin...
Ronald the Intern put his face in his hands. A roar of outrage came from Maintenance. It was a well-known fact that Maintenance won every year. Not this year though. Kevin, the sadistic boy wasn't a popular choice among the monsters created, judging by the lack of voting for him. In fact, no one had bet on him in years. It seemed that no one who was chosen knew how to work a projector anymore. Of course the burnout stoner would figure it out.
The rest of the betting group shared in Ronald the Intern's disappointment. Sitterson's voice carried over the loud ruckus that had grown in response. "Everyone calm down!" Sitterson had always had an authoritative nature to him. It seemed that people listened. "Kevin may not seem like the best choice for this task. But trust me when I say he'll get the job done. I've seen the kid in action. He'll leave them more dead than you've ever seen a body when he's through with him. Now, you all have jobs to do. Get on with it!" The crowd dispersed as Hadley joined him at the control station.
"I wish I'd get to see a Merman for once. I mean, this Kevin kid seems interesting at all, but year after year, and I still haven't gotten to see a Merman."