Dangertainment

Episode 2:

"A Night At The Bates Motel"

Started: November 5th, 2003, 2:50AM EST

Prologue

"I find in favor of the plaintiff, in for the ownership of the rights to the Dangertainment name and brand, for the InterCorp Production Company."

The court erupted as the verdict had been read. Freddie stood up, his dread locks flinging behind him. "This is shit! This shouldn't fucking be allowed to continue, there were to many last time, too many."

"Sir," the judge spoke, "the court found in favor of the plaintiff. If you continue with your outburst, I'll find you in contempt!"

Freddie just shrugged it off, and left the courtroom, as a man walked toward him. "Freddie," the man said, "I suppose the best man won this time."

Freddie turned around, and recognizing the man, laughed gently at him. "Mr. Dick Bennidict, the biggest asshole on the face of the planet. What the fuck to do you want?" Freddie slowly turned away, and began to walk away.

"We want you to do the second episode of Dangertainment. You may have cost us a pretty good amount of money in court, but still, there is no one else like you in the world."

He turned around once more, looking to him. "Look, jackass, I said it before, and I'll say it again, I'm done dancing for the cameras."

He walked toward a limo, and opened the door. "We're willing to match any offer you may have on the table."

Freddie slowly looked to him with a look in his eye. "There is only one thing that would get me to go back to that show."

"Like I said, we'd do anything, what's that?"
"Resurrect those kids who died that Halloween night." He climbed into the limo, and he slammed the door, and it quickly roared down the road.

Freddie looked to the young brown haired girl beside him. "We lost the mother fucker, Dangertainment will continue on, that fucking Bennidict…"

"Don't worry about it," the young girl said, looking to him. It was Sara. "History has a way of repeating itself. If they don't learn the first time, they will learn the second."

"Even if it costs the lives of several more people?"

"The blame is on their heads, not ours."

"Still," he said, "if more people die… god, I don't know, I just don't know." The limo continued on down the road, as Bennidict stood watching it continue on down the road.

"Dangertainment 2 will not fail," he said to himself, "I'll be a made man." He smiled, and let out a small chuckle, walking down the road.

Chapter 1

The young man fast-walked his way through the college pathway, to his next class. As always, he was late, not being a very big morning person, he always seemed to have a problem in getting to class on time. He hurried his pace, as he tried to get to his class as fast as he possibly could. "Shit, shit… I'm gonna be late… Laskey is going to kill me-" someone popped into his way, and he dropped his books down on the ground. Then, there was a laugh.

"Jeremy Stanton, you always are a riot." It was Dirk McMatton, the most known bully on the entire campus. He grabbed up Jeremy's papers, looking to them. "'Dangertainment Episode two… join the show. Log on to what is this bull shit?"

"It's a internet show, where people with digital cameras search through a house, trying to find out the secrets of the people who lived there."

"Who's place is it?"

"We don't know, they're picking six of us from this campus and shipping us off there in private. Its all very secretive."

Dirk folded up the paper, and put it into his pocket. "It sounds interesting, I think I'll try out." He walks off, kicking Jeremy's already messed up books all over the pathway. He sighs, and leans down, picking them up.

"Need some help?" Right behind him was a young girl, whom he recognized. She was Jenny Andrews, a young, pretty brunette. Jeremy only knew her by having been around here and there, she was a rather quiet girl most of the time, sort of like Jeremy. She handed him his anthropology book, and smiled, as they both stood up.

"Thank you Jenny…" As he was about to turn to leave, she stopped him.

"Hey, did you hear about that Deadlytainment show they are going."

"Dangertainment… and yes, I was thinking of trying out…"

"You should," she said, with a slight smile now. "I am. I'd really like to do it, I've always been a big fan of investigative journalism. Any idea where it's going to be?"

"No idea, no one really does. I doubt they even have a house to do it in."

"I wouldn't think so," she said, with that smile still on her face. "We just have to wait and see." She begins to walk. "You're late to your class."

"How do you know I was late?"

She laughed a bit to him. "I'm in your class, silly. Come on, before Laskey throws a fit." They both began to walk faster, trying to get to their class. They didn't realize it right now, but fate was about to step into their rather shy and quiet lives… and change them forever.

Chapter 2

A older man slowly walked through a patch of woods, a machete in his hand. He quietly edged his way through, a shaky hand moving slowly toward a tree as he attempted to balance himself over walking over a log. There was a quick rustle in the bushes, as he turned around, he tripped over the log, but quickly made his way to his feet and held the machete out in defense. He slowly walked backwards, and into the tree.

"Who's out there," he called out. But all he could hear was his echo, slowly dissipating into the deep wilderness. He slowly turned around, and a large form towered over him. He screamed out, as he swung his machete in defense. The blade penetrated the forms chest, but he did not move. The man slowly backed away, as the form yanked the machete from his chest.

He slowly raised it into the air, as the man cowered backward.

The man's face went from that of fear, to that of a sly smirk. "Now!" He screamed out, dropping down to the ground. A large net fell over the form, which struggled to free itself. Several black suited men came down from the trees, with large backpacks with canisters attached to it, with a hose, leading up to a large gun.

Written across the canisters was "Liquid Nitrogen." The form ripped through the netting, and began to go to the men. They threw back a large switch upon the gun, which covered the mammoth creature in a spray of cold liquid. They continued to spray for three minutes. As they pulled the levers back, the cold steam slowly disappeared, the form was sheeted within a wall of ice.

A man in a United States army uniform slowly walked up, and looked to the form in the ice. The other man stood up, and gave him a salute. "The subject has been obtained, general Wheeler."

"Good, good," he said, "now, pack up the subject and send him off to the California base. That's where they want him." The general slowly began to walk away from the group, and back to a small green army jeep some fifty feet away. The young woodsman ran up and looked to him.

"If you don't mind my asking, sir… who was that?"

The general slowly turned around, and in a cold, stern voice, uttered these words. "Jason Voorhees." He slowly climbed into the jeep, which sped off down the road through the dark wilderness.

Jason was slowly packed into a container, which was shoved into the back of a military truck, held down with several bungee cords. The truck took off down the road, and away from the woods.

The woodsman slowly walked through the woods, and laughed. "Jason Voorhees… yeah, right."

Chapter 3

Jeremy sat at his computer desk, impatiently tapping. He looked to buddy list, which was rather empty today. He continued poking, wondering if anyone was ever going to sign on to talk to him. Suddenly, his friend popped up, and he quickly went for the IM.

J Boy 12:59 PM: Hey!
Kespie 1:00 PM: Hii!
J Boy 1:00 AM: What have you been up to today?
Kespie 1:00 AM: Well, yano, the usual.
J Boy 1:00 PM: Yeah, same here with me.
J Boy 1:01 PM: Have you heard about that new show, Dangertainment, its playing on the internet and stuff.
Kespie 1:02 PM: Well, yeah, of course.
J Boy 1:02 PM: What do you think of it.
Kespie 1:03 PM: Its the shit. P
J Boy 1:03 PM: Really?
Kespie 1:03 PM: Oh, yeah, man!
J Boy 1:04 PM: Guess what!
Kespie 1:04 PM: Yeah?

He looked to the screen, and gently smiled, waiting for a bit of tension to build up, before he finally answered her.
J Boy 1:06 PM: I signed up for it earlier today!
Kespie 1:06 PM: Whoa; isnt it kinda risky, though?
J Boy 1:07 PM: Heck no. They take all precautions into consideration.

Kespie 1:07 PM: Hey, maybe someonell slip and youll get paralized.
J Boy 1:08 PM: Hey, don't make me worry about that.
J Boy 1:08 PM: But besides, I only signed up.
J Boy 1:08 PM: It doesn't mean I'll actually get in.
Kespie 1:09 PM: Knowing you, Id think your chances of not getting in were slimmer.
J Boy 1:09 PM: You think?
Kespie 1:10 PM: Oh, Hell yeah.

J Boy 1:10 PM: Hold on, I just got some email.
Kespie 1:11 PM: Oh, what does it say?
J Boy 1:13 PM: ...You're not gonna believe this.
J Boy 1:13 PM: I got in!

Kespie 1:14 PM: …

Kespie 1:14 PM: Are you kidding me?

J Boy 1:14 PM: No! Here, let me copy/paste the email…

He moved his cursor to the email, and highlighted the main part of the message, right clicked his mouse, and went to the "copy' feature. He then moved it over to the instant message, and right clicked the mouse once more, and pasted it into the IM.

J Boy 1:16 PM: Dear Contestant, this is an automated message from Dangertainment Enterprises, the leading provider of horror reality programming. We are proud to inform you that you have been selected as part of the six people who will come to the secret location of our show. Please, wait for the following email to come, and you will receive further instructions.

Richard A. Bennidict

Head of Dangertainment Enterprises

Kespie 1:17 AM: Be careful?
J Boy 1:18 AM: I will, but hey, I should be going.
J Boy 1:18 AM: I got my next class to go to.
J Boy 1:18 AM: I'll see you later, all right?
Kespie 1:19 AM: Yeah, yeah…
Kespie 1:19 AM: So, Ill be seeing you. Later.
J Boy 1:19 AM: Later.

He moved the mouse up to the "X" button, and clicked it. He stood up, looking at the screen, until it turned back to the desktop. He then shutdown the computer, and left the room immediately thereafter.

Chapter 4

The contestants slowly gathered in a small hotel lobby. Jeremy slowly walked in, and looked around the room. He seemed to the be the second arrival; there was another, a young girl with red hair, standing by herself, tapping her foot impatiently. He slowly walked up to her, offering out his hand.

"My name is Jeremy…"

"Ashley. Charmed. You with that reality show Death TV?"

"Its Dangertainment…"

"Oh, whatever." She just turned away from Jacob and pulled out a small compact, and began to adjust the make up on her face.

"Dickface!" A hand slammed down on Jeremy's shoulder, as he looked up.

"Dirk… what the hell are you doing here?"

He pulled out a piece of printed paper. "I was told to be here… I'm on the show." He laughed, and slowly walked over to Ashley, and began to hit on her.

He sighed, as another guy, with flat brown hair walked up, and a short of funky looking face. He had thick eye brows, and a rather oddly large nose.

Jeremy just looked to him as he offered out a hand. "My name is Keith," the man said.

"Jeremy is my name…" He returned. Keith just put on a fake smile, and nodded, looking over to the girl, Ashley, who was being hit on by Dirk.

"You know," he said, "its pretty nasty when all guys think about is sex, sex sex. Its just, disgusting." Jeremy merely rolled his eyes. Keith's eyes were fixed upon Ashley's breasts, and anyone in the lobby could see that, even Ashley and Dirk did.

"Ya know," Ashley said, as she whispered to Dirk, "that weird guy over there is looking at me funny. If he gets too weird… will ya… do him in for me?"

Dirk merely looked to Jeremy, having got the wrong impression. "Oh, yeah," he said, "I have no problem dealing with shit headed losers."

Another girl showed up, a young African American women, hurrying her way into the group. She took a deep breath, and looked to them all. "Sorry if I'm late… I just got out of class," she looked up to the entire group. "This is an all white show? Aww, shit. Shaniqua doesn't take this kind of shit…"

"Who is Shaniqua," asked Dirk, laughing.

"That's me, dickhead. Laugh at me again I'll chop your balls off and shoved them down your throat so fast you'll be pissing out of your nose for weeks."

The group just looked at her, as though she had a giant wort on her nose. "What the fuck all you all white people looking at me for?"

The crowd just broke off once more, as the final contestant ran up to Jeremy. "You made it too," as he turned around, he saw Jenny.

"Oh, hey!" The greeted each other with a tender smile, as yet another person walked up, with very short gray hair and was wearing a business suit.

"Listen up everyone. My name is Richard Bennidict, and I am the producer of Dangertainment two. Tonight is just a test out period, we will give you a personal interview, and all the trimmings with that, then tomorrow morning at 9 AM sharp, we are leaving on an airplane to the secret location in which the broad cast will be coming from. Now, everyone, the men will all share a room, as the same applies to all the women. No interaction between men or women, not until the show begins… all right?" They all nodded in compliance. "Good, now, follow me, we're going to have the interviews, then all of you can eat at the hotel's buffet room."

He turned around, and slowly walked into a small room with a bar off to the right. The entire crew put down their gear, and just surveyed their surroundings. There was two others waiting in the room, a man with a crew cut, wearing a "TECH CREW" black shirt, and stood, with his arms crossed, surveying the entire group. The other was a women with rather short red hair, and just looked over the group of young adults, and slowly whispered to the other man. "Good god… he picked this group?"

The only one who picked up what they said was Jeremy, who just looked to them with a bit of a glare, until Jenny bumped into him. He quickly looked to her, and ran his hand over his face, to take the beads of sweat away. He slowly looked away from her, and around the room once again.

"Are you all right," she asked, looking to him with a slight bit of concern in her face.

"Yeah," he responded, looking back to her, but never re-establishing eye contact. "I'm fine…"

Bennidict stood up, looking back to the group, and then called out, "Okay… will… Dirk McMatton come up for his interview?"

Dirk laughed and stood up. "That's right, best always go first." We walked over to the small area, where a camera was focused on him.

"Hello, please state your name, and reason for coming onto Dangertainment two," said the women.

"Yo, bitches and jack holes, I'm Dirk. And I came here to bitch out whatever pussies home we're going to. Who is it? That, Michael Myers prick? Yeah, I'd bust his head wide open, that scum sucking prick of a man."

"Okay," the women said, sliding on a fake smile. "What do you think drives a person to go insane and kill someone?"

"Well, you see, its easy to kill a human being. Pick up a gun, put a bullet into a person. Grab a knife, stab them through the hart. Push them down the stairs, or put their neck in a noose. Its so easy to murder a human being, they're such weak little pussy-pricks… like dickless over there with brunette." He laughed.

"Thank you for your time," she looked to Dirk, with a bit of a stare as to tell him 'Are you serious' face. "Send up the next one…"

Bennidict looked to the list… "Hrm… Jennifer Andrews… you're up to bat."

Jenny timidly walked up and sat down at the chair in front of the camera. "State your name and reason for wanting to be on Dangertainment two."

"Well, I wanted to be on this show… I heard about the first one… and I thought it was a pretty cool idea. This time is a surprise… it could be anywhere in the world… and I just wanted to see what and where it could possible be."

The woman nodded and stated the second question, "What do you think drives a person to go insane and kill another human being?"

"I think we all have deep desires or emotions to hurt other human beings. But sometimes, they are projected beyond our control… and the line between sanity and insanity is crossed. I don't think these people really want to kill… its that they have to kill."

"Well, thank you for your time, have fun tomorrow," Jenny stood up and shook her hand, and returned to her spot beside Jeremy, as they both sat quiet.

Bennidict waited for her to be completely seated, before he announced his next interviewee. "And the next victim is… Ashley Kerwin."

Ashley was still sitting down, fixing her make up. The woman looked up, as did Bennidict. "Ashley… its your turn…"

"Hey, shut it… I'm fixing my make up."

Dirk gently nudged her. "Its your turn to speak… go up… you're missing camera time."

Her eyes shot up at the word. "Camera time?" She stood up quickly, and ran over to the camera, and sat down before it and the woman.

"State your name and reason for coming to Dangertainment two."

"Ashley Kerwin, and I'm a junior at UCLA… and I came here because its will so be my break to the world of journalism and reporting on tv and stuff."

"So… you just want to be famous?"

"That's it. What, do I have to spell it out for you?"

"No, no… its all right." The woman rolled her eyes, and then read the final question. "What do you think drives a person to go insane and kill someone?"

"Well, yeah, uhh… that's so easy… Yeah. I mean, for sure, they just, go crazy and make mince meat pies out of human beings. I just say they are all crazy and should be locked up."

The woman sighed. "You may have your seat.

"What?"

"Take your seat."

"When do I get more camera time?"

"…Tomorrow."

"Oh… okay. Good by kiddies in TV land!" She smiled and walked back to the group, sitting down besides Keith, who looked to her breasts and smiled, then turned and whispered into Dirks ear.

"Some guys are so… perverted. I'm not… I'm a gentleman… totally."

"Get the fuck away from me you dickless prick."

"Fine, fine.. Have it your way."

He slowly moved back. "Sorry for living…"

"What did you say?" Dirk stood up quickly, standing above Keith.

"Please, please, people… not here… save it for the cameras." Richard Bennidict had a sly smile cross his face. 'Imagine. This fag Keith here gets the shit beat out of him by that over muscled dick Dirk. Ahh, the possibilities…' He smiled, and read the list. "Keith, you're up to bat."

He slowly came to the seat, and sat down. There was a screech in the chair, and it snapped apart, and he fell on his ass. The woman and the man went to get him back up, as Bennidict came back with a new chair, putting it down, as Keith sat down."

"Have a nice trip limpdick," said Dirk, laughing, "See ya next fall, ya fat fuck."

"Don't pay any mind to them," the woman said. "State for name and reason for being here."

"Keith, Keith Crapper." There was a murmur of laughs, all over the room, and even the woman let out a bit of a laugh. "I am a big horror movie fan, and this is a big chance for me to explore a real life horror movie."

"So… Mr. Crap, I was-" she cut herself off, and let out a laugh at Keith. "I'm sorry, Keith, but… what do you think drives a person to murder?"

"Well, that's so easy," he said, smiling. "Everyone has a motive to kill. Its elementary, every person kills because they have to continue on something traumatic from their childhood, maybe a death, or maybe bad upbringing. I mean, look at guys like, Manson. A loon. Gein, a freak, Bundy, all of them came from a bad childhood. But, I mean, not everything is as it seems. Because seeing is easy, understanding, well, that takes a little more time."

The woman looked at him, and smiled an even more fake smile than before. "Thank you," he got back up, and waddled his way over to Dirk, and sat down. He looked over to Jeremy and Jenny, who were talking, and whispered to Dirk.

"That guy, over there… Jeremy… he looks like a real joke to me."

Dirk looked to him. "Don't talk to me, you might put your loser disease on me."

He sighed, and walked over to Jeremy, as Shaniqua went up for her interview. He kneeled beside them, and then began to talk to the two like he'd known them for years.

"Yeah, that guy Dirk… what a joke. He seems like a fluff ball, he can suck on my ass." He laughed, and Jenny and Jeremy just looked to each other, as the weird Keith person continued rambling on about his boring and mostly useless life.

"…What drives a person to murder?"

"The devil, of course," Shaniqua responded. "Satan has a hold over all beings on this planet, and yeah, even over guys like Mitchell Guyers and Mason Gorehees."

"Well… thank you…" Shaniqua stood up and went back to sitting down. Jeremy got back up, and walked away, as Keith continued to talk to Jenny, as Jenny gave a look of fear looking at Jeremy, who mouthed 'I'm sorry,' to her, as he sat down in front of the camera.

"State your name and reason for wanting to come onto Dangertainment two."

"I'm Jeremy… and I've always had this… strong drive, and these feelings about certain things. When I heard about this, I just… had this… push. Its like, I have to sign up, my entire future is depended on it."

"That's it, just… a push?"

"Well, what did you expect?

"Fair enough… and finally… what do you think drives a person to murder."

"I am really not sure. I guess that's the reason why we are going to this mysterious place, to find out the truth."

"Okay… thank you Jeremy." He stood up, and walked over back to the group, and back to Jenny, as Keith kept on going on again.

"…I have respect for women, and I am not a pervert. I really respect women for their minds, not their bodies.

Jeremy gently mumbled to himself. "That liar. He says he sees the mind, but he sees two other eyes… and their on Jenny's chest."

He sat down beside them, as all of Keith's attention was on Jenny's chest, as Bennidict was pulled aside by the women.

"These kids… they're worst then the first bunch."

"That's why this'll be better than the last," he responded, with a reaffirming nod.

"You better be right," she said, "if this is bust, InterCorp will have our asses."

She slowly walked away, as Bennidict looked to this group, and shook his head. "What was I thinking," he thought to himself.

Chapter 5

Jeremy was in the room assigned to the guys. He looked over to Dirk, who was doing a few push ups. He was a rather pompous guy, Dirk, he was head quarter back in his high school team. Since he came to Haddonfield Community College, he has been focusing in on a degree in physical education. Dirk had short blonde dyed spiked hair, and had the body many can only dream for. Jeremy then turned to Keith. Keith seemed to be totally opposite of Dirk; he was not obesely fat; however, he wouldn't be playing football of baseball any time soon. He seemed to be reading a magazine, with a long smile across his face.

Keith went for his cup of water, when the magazine fell to the floor. It was a Playboy. He quickly snatched it up, looked to see if anyone saw, and went back to looking at the magazine.

The only one to pick up Keith's little stunt was Jeremy, who merely shook his head and lied down in the bed.

"Hey guys," Keith said, finally breaking the silence. "Is anyone a fan of horror movies here, raise your hands!" His shot up immediately, but wasn't followed by any other. He looked to both Jeremy and Dirk, and then slowly lowered his hand.

"Night of the Living Dead is a good film, it was directed by George Romero. Not the crappy 80's remake, but the original. Did you know that in some shots, where the house was boarded up, you can actually see numbers on the boards, which were for the crew, so they could put it on and take it off daily, because of the hectic shooting schedule, and sometimes, they numbers can be seen." Noticing neither of his roommates were paying attention, he changed the subject. "Ya know, I can't wait to find out where we are going."

"Do you ever shut up," Dirk said, sitting up from a sit up. "Jesus fucking Christ, your mouth keeps going and going and going. You're like the fucking energizer bunny, just die already and shut your fucking trap!"

Keith sighed, and turned to Jeremy. "Hey… that… Jenny girl… she seems a bit… weird… doesn't she?"

Jeremy looked up. "Excuse me?"

"Well, she was flirting with me… I think she's a slut."

Jeremy then became furious.

"Take that back."

"Its my opinion, I can have one if I want one.
"I said," he began to become infuriated, "take that back."

"I will not," he laughed, as Jeremy slowly came to his feet, and walked over to Keith.

"Take that back, right now, you little dickless prick."

"Oh, call me names, why don't you." Keith stood up, and looked to Jeremy.

"Take it back, or else."

"I'm not afraid of you," Keith said.

Dirk came between the two. "Hey, ladies… cut the shit… we need to get some sleep for tomorrow, we have a show to film. Not, shut your fucking traps, I need sleep. If you want to fight so badly, go outside."

"Fine," Jeremy said, as he walked to the door. Keith slowly followed behind, and as Jeremy left the room, Keith slammed the door shut, and locked it. Jeremy then turned around, and began to bang on the door. "Hey, let me in!"

Keith poked his head through the window, and looked to Jeremy and merely laughed. He closed the shades. Jeremy put his hand into his pocket, and then, his eyes bulged. He left his keys in the room. Sighing, he went down to the girls which, where the lights were out. He gently knocked, and the door slowly opened, and Jenny stuck her head through the window.

"What is it Jeremy," she asked.

"Can I crash in here for tonight, that jerk Keith locked me out of the room."

"What?" Her voiced raised a bit, then she lowered it dramatically. "I don't think-"

"I'll take the floor. I just don't want to sleep out here in the cold…"

"All right," she said, slowly opening the door enough for him to slide in, as she closed it, locking it behind her.

He slowly went over to the wall, as he began to slowly kneel down.

"Hey," she said, looking to him. "The beds big enough… we can share… just… we can't do anything."

He slowly stood up and walked over to the bed, and sat on the right side, as she lied down on the left. "It'll be a tight fit."

"I don't mind," she said.

He slowly slid into the bed, and put the covers over himself. They both turned opposite, to there backs were facing each other, as they slowly fell to sleep.