Jill walked around the chair, placing a hand on her shoulder; she smiled as Ashley flinched at her touch. "Don't worry, you'll die soon enough." Jill assured her, giving her a more than gentle squeeze. Actually, she dug her nails into her skin, sending streams of blood down her right arm. Pulling her nails out of the bleeding girl's shoulder, Jill crouched down in front of her. Ashley looked up at her with distant eyes and attempted to speak. Jill pulled the tape off of her mouth once again.
"Why are you doing this? I…I don't think I've ever even talked to you before." Ashley asked quietly, "You want to know why I'm doing this? It's because of Sydney fucking Prescott!" Jill slapped her viciously across the face in time with the last three words. Tearing furiously at the tape binding Ashley to the chair, Jill finally greed her and yanked her out of the chair. Ashley collapsed in her arms; she couldn't bear to stand on the ankle she had sprained falling down the stairs. "Stand the fuck up, you stupid bitch!" She screamed, wrapping a hand around the girl's neck and slamming her against the wall. Ashley clawed weakly against her grip. Jill just wrapped the other hand around her neck and slammed her into the wall again, again, and again. Weak choking noises escaped her throat, and her eyes looked helplessly into Jill's.
It was only when Jill's arms started to burn, that she stopped bashing the girl's head into the wall. She threw Ashley's body to the floor and watched her writhe in pain. Picking the knife up off of the floor, Jill slammed the blade the whole way through the crying girl's shoulder and felt another adrenaline rush stream through her body. As she slowly pulled the blade out, it made a sickening, wet, sucking noise. Raising it again, she was about to stab the girl in the heart, when Ashley opened her mouth.
"I can help you get rid of Sydney. I'll do anything, just please stop." She begged, putting a blood soaked hand over the stab wound. "Really now? You'll kill to save yourself?" Jill said sarcastically, putting the tip of the blade directly over Ashley's heart. "Yes, I swear. I know what you're going through. Well, sort of." Ashley said quickly, trying to stay awake, for she had already lost a lot of blood. "Oh yeah, I'm sure." Jill said, slowly moving the knife in circles over her chest. "My sister, she's….fucking perfect. She's at medical school, went to Harvard, was a fucking cheerleader for God's sake." Ashley spat out, never taking her eyes off of the blood covered blade.
For the first time, Jill actually debated letting a victim live. The girl did kind of know what she was going through. "Ok, so if I let you live, you'll rat me out, won't you?" Jill contemplated. "She was seriously considering the fact that she could maybe even use her. "I promise. Please just, don't kill me." Ashley pleaded, her eyes fluttering. "Fine." Jill sighed, dropping the knife. "But if you squeal, I'll chop off every one of your fingers and shove them down your throat." She threatened, picking Ashley up and struggled to walk up the steps with the dying girl.
Jill managed to carry Ashley up the steps and lay her on the floor in an awkward position, so it looked like she had collapsed. Running back down stairs to grab the knife, she wiped the handle vigorously to clear her prints. Remembering the shoe, Jill realized she would have to stab Ashley again to get rid of the incriminating evidence. Hurrying to do so, Jill pressed the blade about one inch into her back and quickly wiped the handle on her shirt again.
Jill picked up the landline on the kitchen wall, and dialed 911. "Hello, I need an ambulance. I-I don't know where I'm at; I was on a walk when I heard screaming. When I went in the house, I just found her bleeding on the floor. I think it was Ghostface. You have to get here fast, I'm really scared and she's dying. Please, please help!" Jill put on her frantic voice, and the dispatcher believed it. He told her that they would trace her call, and that an ambulance was on the way.
Jill sat down next to Ashley's unconscious body, and felt for a pulse. It was weak, but there. If the ambulance got there fast enough, she could possibly survive.
I got sudden inspiration, so I wrote this. I hope you enjoy 2 updates in one day, so leave a review and I'll love you forever. And if you don't, well, Ghostface might come after you. Or Jill. Eh, I think it would be awesome to get stabbed by Jill.
