Jill was mad. Her face was dark red, her jaw clenched, and her breathing rapid. Her "lovely" cousin Sydney was showing her up. Now, instead of Jill, she was "Sydney Prescott's cousin". And now, worst of all, she had to live with her. Fucking great. Feeling the knife handle against her hand, she was only invigorated.
Speed-walking down the street, Jill needed to kill someone. A lighted window caught her eye, and she looked up into it. Some freshman from her school was up there, changing her clothes. Even better, there was one of those fence things that ivy grows up, leading straight into the window. Jill gripped the knife between her teeth and headed towards the side of the girl's house.
Climbing as soundlessly up the gate as she could, Jill felt the adrenaline rush that she needed. Reaching the top, she peered into the glass. The girl, Ashley something, had gotten into some black shorts and a white tank top. Good, Jill thought to herself, blood will show up on white.
Jill watched as Ashley left the room, probably to brush her teeth or something. Slowly, she worked the unlocked window open and crawled inside. Landing quietly on the rug padded floor, Jill took the knife out of her mouth and headed straight for the closet. She opened the door, and slipped in as she heard the footsteps of the returning girl.
Leaving the closet door open just a crack, Jill waited until Ashley had crawled into her bed. Making her move, Jill sprung out of the closet and ran at the bed. "What the-" Ashley was cut off when Jill put a hand over her mouth. Pinned under Jill's skinny, yet strong body, Ashley looked up at her in confusion. Even with her mouth covered, she was able to make out a muffled "Jill?" "Are your parents home?" Jill demanded, straddling her on the bed. Ashley shook her head once, and then noticed the odd glint in Jill's eyes. It was a glint of malice.
Jill smirked as she saw a bit of fear flash across Ashley's face. "Get up off of the bed." Jill ordered, showing Ashley the knife that was in her left hand. Its wicked curve glistened and Ashley wasted no time getting her feet on the floor once Jill had stood up. "What are you doing?" She asked, keeping her eyes locked on the knife in Jill's hand. "Shut up!" Jill snarled, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her against the wall. Holding the knife to her throat, Jill applied a small amount of pressure. One little drop of blood started to make its way down the girl's taunt neck. Pulling her away from the wall, Chill wrapped an arm around her neck and held the knife to it.
"So what do you think Ashley? Should I slit your throat right now? Or maybe we should have a little fun." Jill taunted the girl as she led her down a flight of stairs. "Why are you doing this?" Ashley asked, struggling slightly against Jill's grip. As a result, Jill unwrapped her arm from her neck and pushed her.
Ashley yelled out as she tumbled down the wooden stairs. Landing at the bottom of the stairs, she started crawling away. Jill chuckled to herself and walked down the rest of the steps. Walking up beside the girl inching down the hallway, Jill took her heeled foot and smashed it down on her back. Ashley screamed in agony as Jill's heel penetrated the skin on her back a few inches. Blood seeped out, staining the white tank top. Jill ripped her shoe out of Ashley's back and knelt down beside her. "We're going to have some fun." She whispered.
Jill grabbed Ashley's foot and started dragging her down the hallway. Finding the kitchen, Jill dropped Ashley's leg and started rooting through the drawers. Finding a roll of duct tape in one of them, Jill turned back around and was pleased to find that Ashley hadn't moved. Ripping a strip off, Jill kneeled down beside her again and forced the younger girl's arms behind her. Jill smiled when she saw the large red blood stain that had taken up her back. Taping Ashley's wrists together, Jill ripped off another strip and sealed the injured girl's mouth shut. "We wouldn't want the neighbors to hear, would we?" Jill whispered again, pulling Ashley up off the floor by her taped arms.
Once Jill had Ashley standing, she pushed her roughly forward. Ashley decided to stay strong, and refuse to give Jill what she wanted. Reaching the basement door, Jill yanked it open and shoved Ashley. Once again, she tumbled roughly down the flight of stairs and landed painfully at the bottom.
Jill walked slowly down the steps, watching with sick fascination as Ashley rolled onto her back and stared back up at her. "What, you're not going to try to crawl away again? Did you learn from the hole in the back that you aren't getting out of this?" She smirked as she reached the bottom. To her surprise, Ashley nodded. "Hmmm. Smart girl." Jill said, putting a finger under Ashley's chin and tilting her head up a little bit. The younger of the two searched Jill's eyes for any trace of mercy.
Jill hated the way the kid was looking at her. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. Jill grabbed her pony tail and yanked her up off of the floor. A muffled squeak escaped the tape and Ashley closed her eyes. "Come on, I don't have all night." Jill said, dragging Ashley back deeper into the basement.
Ashley was forced onto her knees and then her stomach. Jill rolled up the blood stained tank top and smiled at the small hole in her lower back. Jill straddled her at hip level and got ready to sink the blade into her skin. The very tip of the knife pierced the soft flesh, and started to carve shapes into her back. Ashley couldn't control herself, and screamed in pain. Struggling under Jill, she could feel every millimeter of skin that was being sliced open, and allowed herself to start sobbing. Jill only was excited even more, and started digging even deeper into her skin. Ashley pressed her face down into the cool cement flooring and watched as her tears stained it.
After about 10 more excruciating minutes, Jill finally finished carving the words into her victim's back. The girl's back read: Ghostface's B*tch.