Chapter 4:
Author notes: I apologise of the lack of spacing between paragraphs in earlier chapters; technical issue. Enjoy! The first POV of this is from a possibly less well known franchise (not sure if that is the right term), Let the Right one In (although I'm using the characters from Let me in the American version.) Spoilers for that and pretty much any popular horror films.
The blood was late, both of them could fell it, they were accustomed to regular meals now but could go days, sometimes weeks without eating.
"Power's down." Owen had noticed first, Abby was the smarter of the two; one perk of being two hundred years old, but he knew more about modern technology a perk of being born in the modern age.
"We can't leave so what does it matter?" It was daytime behind the tinted windows of their home and the park was technically the home of someone and they didn't have an invite; something they had learnt the hard way on their first day there.
"Just saying." They were the star-crossed lovers of the park; the brochure called them "the Romeo and Juliet of blood" and the crowd loved them; everyone thought they were the sweetest things on Earth but they still fought occasionally.
"Owen look, someone is being murdered." Neither of them knew it but it was Michael Myers who was doing the killing; some of the attractions got films and DVD players but due to a legal technicality (they were both 12) neither of them could watch his films.
"Looks like some people got out."
"I wonder if they can give us an invitation to get out."
"Let's wait and see."
"Yeah."
"Hey, you know one good thing about this?"
"No?"
"We get some privacy."
Author notes: I know Owen wasn't a vampire in the film but I can write a flashback in a later chapter or a separate one shot if anyone wants?
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*At SAW studios, no one's POV*
The SAW group were going about their usual activities, Hoffman and Amanda had left Dr Gordon wearing ear plugs so he could focus.
Apart from Gordon (who wouldn't notice if the World ended) they were all shocked when 3 park guards walked in; they had learnt one thing about Hoffman and Amanda, they could only agree one thing; they hated their captors more than they hated each other and walking into the pentagon of their cells left you vulnerable to objects being thrown at you. Jill and Gordon sometimes joined in.
"What do you fuckers want, me to fuck you up!" Amanda attempted to splash the nearest guard with coffee "let me the fuck out of here." Her hand collided with one of the bars "and your fucking power is down, so let me at you mother-fuckers."
She was casually tasered by a guard "how's that for power?"
"Leave Amanda alone!" Hoffman yelled as he got a taste of the Taser.
The most senior guard pulled out a pistol and thought for a moment "that one."
The gunshot was surprisingly quiet in the space as the body hit the floor.
A radio crackled "one attraction is dead Mr Alexeyev, Jill Tuck to be precise."
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Jess's POV:
The screaming started before I saw it, well IT to be exact; the giant spider crawled along the wall before pouncing onto some random park goers tearing them to pieces.
I screamed and ran; IT leapt at me but suddenly was thrown against a wall by an unseen force.
I turned and saw her: Carrie White, she pressed Pennywise against the side of a food kiosk and started to yell Bible passages at her.
We took the opportunity to run.
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Pinhead's POV:
Our prison had been breached, by someone similar to us; the figure was tall, male, was clad in red and green and wore a glove with long blades at the fingertips.
"I guess you fuckers want out?"
I was unsure what to make of the newcomer, he was not a cenobite, despite being disfigured enough to be one, but was not quite a human. I came to the conclusion he was a cenobite for a different God, an enemy who may be of use.
His sneer and general posture suggest to me that humour may be the best way to get him on my side.
"What gave you that idea?"
He pointed to the fake chains, blunt blades and painless torture instruments that scatter the glass that was my prison.
"You got all that party gear and no one to party with."
He left and returned with the severed hand of a guard, he pressed it against the release of our cells and soon I was free, myself and the other eight cenobites who had been captive in a subterranean maze for far too long.
"Thank you, I am Pinhead and you are…"
"Call me Freddy."
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Abby's POV
It was dark now and there was no one outside, an idea hit me.
"Owen you know how tons of people died today?"
"Yeah…"
"Maybe whoever's house this is died as well and we can leave."
His face lit up and Abby felt herself melting under his gaze "not the time girl not the time" she chided herself.
Owen opened the window and put a finger out, nothing happened, he put his whole hand out, still nothing.
"We're free."
Hunger took over both of us and we ran to a corpse, less than an hour dead and drank it dry. Soon all the recently dead were dry.
"We need to get out of here." She knew it wouldn't last and they needed to leave.
End of chapter 4