A/N: So I know I've been swamping you poor readers with a deluge of boring… not filler… more like stuff that isn't going to make much sense until later but I swear I'm done. From here on out things get tense and crazy and people's secrets start spilling.
There's only one thing in the way of this wonderful drama-fest. Emily.
IDG: Well, I knew it would come to this. I got ten big G's with me, and all I need is your half and we can give agent 47 his contract.
Q: *laughs darkly* Oh I'm going to enjoy this.
IDG: Then it's settled. I have my half of the money, so I need your half.
Q: Done. Everyone, enjoy…
JaneInspecting her nails for the millionth time and wondering once again if gouging out Jeff's eyes with them would make things go faster, Jane groaned pointedly. Jeff looked up from the screen of his smartphone and raised an eyebrow. Rolling her eyes, Jane glared in the other direction purposely.
"What goes in dry and hard, but comes out wet and soft," Jeff clicked his tongue and smirked knowingly. "Any thoughts Janey?"
"Are you really doing this right now?" Jane furiously hissed, eye ticking with fearsome regularity.
"Nothing better to do anyways." Jeff causally shrugged, awaiting her answer. "Just say the first thing that pops in your mind."
Jane furiously tried to think of an answer that wasn't dirty, determined to not end up as the butt Jeff's jokes.
"Tick tock, time's running out." She could easily notice his twisted permanent smile extending around his cheeks.
"The bones you give Smile." She snapped at last.
"Nope." Oh he was just asking to be pushed out of the tree. "Try again Sunshine."
"Fine, a dick!" She spat, crossing her arms and looking away in irritation.
"Tsk, tsk, I'm really disappointed in you Jane. What a dirty mind you have." He shook his head, assuming a dutifully disappointed look. "It's chewing gum."
Scoffing, she yanked the binoculars off the broken stump of a branch they'd hung them on and stared through them intensely, hoping to drown out the sound of Jeff snickering with the noise of her own disapproval. "She's already in her room for the night. Do we really have to wait any longer?"
"Well, seeing how there are four other girls that we have sneak past them, not to mention that we're not allowed to be spotted or kill them, I say we wait. But what the hell do I know, I'm just a professional killer." Jeff sarcastic statement was not enough to hold back Jane and her killer instincts.
"It's only that midget left up. She's drinking in the kitchen I think." Jane muttered, grinding her teeth.
"Look princess, if you want to go in and get caught, or worse, then be my guest." Jeff replied dryly. "Just know this, I won't bail you out of jail."
Jane huffed but didn't move.
Extricating the binoculars from Jane's frustrated fingers, Jeff watched in trained silence before chuckling, a hint of malice creeping into his voice. "Looks like Sophia's out like a light. Such a shame Masky and Hoodie aren't here now. They'd have it easy."
She threw him a beseeching look. "Does that mean we can move now. I'm going to have splinters in my ass if I sit here much longer."
"Wouldn't want that now would we?" Jeff smirked as he got up to his feet with a slight of grunt.
Jane rolled her eyes but gratefully slipped off her tree limb, gracefully -for someone in high heels- bouncing from one branch to the next until the drop was such she thought she could make it to the forest floor without twisting an ankle. Just to be safe she removed her heels before falling to the ground with a soft oomf.
"You've gotten better Janey." Jeff said, landing beside her without a sound. "I'd leave the shoes though, scaling a wall isn't going to exactly be a treat in those."
It was her turn to smirk. "Why bother with windows?" Replacing her heels she took off at a clip pace towards the house. "I'd rather go through the front door."
Laughing in that grudgingly impressed way he always did when Jane did something especially stupid/cocky, Jeff followed her, drawing his knife as they went.
The grass parted pleasantly under her practical pumps as she walked towards the cabin, purpose in every step. She'd been waiting too long for this and she'd be damned if someone didn't end up dead by the end of the night.
Like the professional creep that he was, Jeff swiftly picked the various locks on the door before pushing it in, bowing theatrically and gesturing for her to enter first. Jane did so, feeling very much like the princess Jeff always called her.
As if accepting of her presence, the floor failed to creak under her feet as she strode into the main room. Sophia, the short brunette, was indeed passed out on the counter, a glass of half-finished whisky in one hand. Jane could relate.
Looking up, Jane was a little confused as to why the fat girl Puppet and Painter had killed wasn't still dangling from the ceiling. The chandelier was still there so why…
Jeff clicked his tongue in reprimand. "Sunshine," He sing-songed. "Our loyal victim is waiting."
Chagrined, Jane started ascending the stairs, one foot methodically placed in front of the other. Without putting much thought into her actions she drew her knife and silently sliced a strip of her black dress off of the hem. Feeling Jeff's eyes on her thighs, she shot him a glare.
"Eyes on the target."
"Oh they are." He assured her, smirking lecherously.
"If I break up with you after this, don't ask 'why'." Jane grumbled to him as she stared back to the top level of the stairs.
Jeff looked up at her face, a penitent expression on his face. "It's not my fault you've got nice legs."
"It's for a gag asshole." She muttered, unable to hide the dopy grin that spread over her face at his compliment. "So she doesn't scream and bring the geek squad down on us."
"Or your quote-unquote friend." Jeff deadpanned, letting Jane know that the heat was still there.
"Yeah," Jane agreed, looking away bitterly. "Or her."
Jeff's face softened. "Who knows, maybe she'll survive on her own. You don't tend to make friends with weaklings." His words rang true, but didn't lift the melancholy aura that had fallen over her.
"Yeah.." Jane shook the idea out of her head and focused more on her current mission. "Let's just focus on our current plate before deciding to fill another."
As they reached the door, Jeff seemed to quickly work out something in his head before looking at her seriously. "Let me go in first. You can do the pleasures of rousing our sleeping beauty."
Jane firmly grabbed Jeff by the shoulder, almost digging her nails into his skin. "Nice try, we go in at the same time."
Jeff found himself forming a wide teasing grin on his lips. "Could it be my stone cold killer is getting jealous?"
"Of her?" Jane scoffed. "Please. I just think doing it together would be more… Fun?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Sure, keep telling yourself tha…ah!"
Jane nails bit into his shoulder and he winced. "Sorry Janey, it's just you don't' usually react to it as much."
"I'm still a little on edge after…" She waved her knife unhelpfully. "That."
"Fine." He said, relenting. "But I get to gag her," Jeff teased.
She tossed him the black fabric. "Well, since you're the expert in tying those things, I'll leave it to you." Opening the door slowly, they both slipped inside.
The room was dark, perfectly so. A single shaft of moonlight was the only break in the monotony. Emily tossed fitfully in her bed, mumbling to herself all the while.
Trusting Jeff knew what he was doing, Jane slid up next to the girl's bed, a sweet smile on her white face. "Wakey wakey." she whispered soothingly, reaching out to touch the Asian girl's skin. "We can't have you asleep for this now can we?"
"Wha~?" Emily twitched away from her hand and slowly blinked her eyes. Warm brown turned to dilated black as it dawned on their lovely victim just who was waking her up. Regaining some more of her mental faculties, she whimpered, then opened her mouth to scream.
The black strip of fabric caught her words and held them as Jeff shoved a wad of tissues into her mouth and bound them with the piece of Jane's dress. "Unfortunately, we also can't have you talking during this." Jeff cooed, catching Emily's wrists in what Jane knew from experience was a steely strong grip.
Without much warning Jane pushed and Jeff pulled, yanking the girl out of her bed. Jane could see the fear sparking wildly in Emily's almond eyes and knew without a shadow of a doubt that soon that expression would be pain.
Vaulting over the bed and landing beside the terrified girl, who had tears already leaking from her eyes, Jane simpered. "No no, shushshushshush, it'll all be over soon.
"That is, depending on the amount of time we're going to spend with you." Jeff added while attempting to catch up with the struggle she was putting.
Emily's leg suddenly moved and Jane bent sideways to avoid the furious kick. Catching the offending limb, Jane shook her head. "We can't have any of that now can we." Her sympathetic look melted into a sneer and her knife flashed.
Blood spurted from the severed achilles tendon almost instantly and just like that the muffled screams coming from Emily chilled.
Jeff looked disappointed. "Really Jane, really? I thought we were doing this together." Tugging Emily upright by the hair, his eternal smile turned into a pout.
"We are. You're still holding her arms, aren't you?" Jane offered flashing an amusement smirk.
"But I want to help." He insisted, looking down at Emily to see the effect his words were having on her. "Just because we just got back together doesn't mean I'm going to let you have all the fun.
"Did we? I don't remember saying we got back together." Jane replied dryly, raising an eyebrow as she pulled one of Emily's free arms out of Jeff's grasp. "We only had sex, that doesn't mean we're automatically back together."
"Come on Sunshine, please?" Jeff relinquished his hold on Emily's hair, instead opting to just hold her other arm.
"Nuh uh, do it properly." Jane insisted, moving towards the window, pulling Emily with her. "I want to hear it from your mouth, not from your dick."
"How? That's literally all we've ever done since we started dating."
Pressing the hand of Emily's she had in her grasp to one edge of the window frame, Jane huffed. "Don't you remember the first time you asked me out?"
Jeff opened his mouth, only to close it.
"Don't tell, you forgot." She let out a small groan. "Typical."
"Of course I remember." He scoffed, pinning Emily's other hand to the opposing side of the window frame. "I just wanted to see if you did."
"Right," She wasn't surprised, this was Jeff after all.
Together, they hoisted Emily aloft until her feet were dangling off the ground. "I remember what happened afterward." Jeff told the hyperventilating and tearstained Emily gravley. "That was the best night of my life."
"Fucker." Irritated, Jane whipped out a spare knife and drove it through Emily's right palm, perhaps a bit more viciously than she had intended. The black haired girl convulsed on a scream that would have been bloodcurdling if they could have heard it. "Need I refresh your memory?"
Jeff raised an eyebrow and stabbed Emily's other palm, leaving her pinned to the wall, retching and writhing. "We were stuck in a cave, right?" he stood back to admire their work with a muttered, "Not half bad."
"Good!" Jane praised sarcastically. Grabbing the knife that Emily had conveniently left on her bedside table, she twirled it once then pointed it at Jeff. "I was in a shitty mood-"
"You always are." He gave Emily a solemn nod. "She always is."
"And you were only making it worse." Jane finished testily, taking aim and throwing the blade accurately through Emily's useless foot that was already dripping crimson, pinning it too to the wall. "You'd lead us to another dead end."
"No, that was you princess." Jeff reminded her, revealing yet another knife and pinning Emily's other foot to the wall so it matched the first. Jane could see the sweat standing out on their victim's forehead, even in the almost non-existent lighting.
"Whatever." she waved her hand. "I was already upset with you over what you said the night before." A smile touched the corners of her mouth as she remembered the day fondly. "And this was the fucking end of the line for me in terms of keeping my shit together."
Emily was sobbing silently from where she hung on the wall. Jane looked at the picture almost adoringly. Human suffering was so beautiful.
"I thought you were going to kill me." Jeff muttered, fingering his knife as if wondering what to do next.
"Before, or after you asked me?"
"Both." Dragging his knife across Emily's breastbone in the smoothest of movements, Jeff chuckled wryly. "I mean, I figured if we were going to both die, what did I have to lose?" Blood dribbled from the deep cut.
"Do you remember what you said?" Jane prompted, grazing Emily's arm with her own knife.
Jeff's white cheeks flushed a dark red. "I said that I wasn't going to let the woman I loved die alone." he muttered, clearly embarrassed. Emily makes a choked sound and Jeff snapps, "Fuck off, I thought we were going to die. I'm not usually that sappy."
Jane plunged her knife into Emily's elbow joint, severing the ligaments and tendons, leaving the girl screaming silently. "Aw, I knew you had it in you." Twisting her knife further, almost pulling the limb off entirely, she leaned forward and lightly teased, "So does that mean you'll do it again?"
Jeff rolled his eyes and muttered, "If I weren't head over heels for you…" Clearing his throat he glared at Emily. "You're seeing this, right. Because I am not repeating it." With the butt of his knife he manually bobbed the Asian girl's head up and down. "Good."
"You're stalling." Jane reprimanded, tapping her foot.
"Fine!" Looking at Jane, Jeff softly said, "Jane, I love you so much, that it hurts. Will you go out with me." he cringed. "There, I said it, it's done, there's sappyness everywhere."
Jane giggled. "I just wanted to torture you a bit." Looking at the pretty picture they'd created out of Emily, Jane muttered, "It's missing something…"
Glancing over, Jeff furrowed his brow before stabbing Emily in her left eye. Blood spattered over his hoodie and face. The Asian convulsed once, twice, then fell still. "Better?"
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." Draping her arms around Jeff's neck, Jane murmured, "Now, are you going to kiss me or is that dead girl still more interesting?"
Spectra
How do you describe the feeling that something's wrong? Spectra would have said it was a chill, trickling down her spine, or perhaps a slight prickle on the back of her neck. Maybe even the twinges of a headache behind her right eye.
By those terms, nothing was wrong. Spectra just couldn't sleep. The frying pan had long since been abandoned, it was more a precaution then a necessity. She hadn't even bothered fixing the salt line around her bed. It was just for show anyways, the real monsters weren't that easy to stop.
"I know you're there," she muttered at last, sighing. No one responded. So far, no one had. Shaking her head Spectra swung her legs out of bed. "Don't tell me the salt actually worked." Kicking at it a bit, she smiled into the darkness. "Is that better?"
Still no response.
Grumbling to herself about the chill running through the old house, Spectra wandered out of her room. The iron stake she'd found in the basement was securely in her pocket but she doubted she'd need it. Even so…
The cabin was quiet, eerily so. Spectra kind of liked it to be honest. It was like the tragedy that had taken place within its walls had stripped away at the lies and left only the truth behind. The fewer lies the better, right?
"Come on, don't you want to catch up, talk about old times, reminisce?" Spectra's tone was mocking. The lack of a response was irritating to say the least. Peering over the edge of the balcony, Spectra saw Sophia passed out at the bar. How typical. And she tries to be scary.
A door behind her creaked and clarity sliced through her like a knife. Finally.
Turning slowly, unsure of what she might fine, Spectra was rather disappointed to see that it was just Emily's door, swinging out on it's hinges. Sighing, she walked towards it, intent on shutting it before the girl inside woke up and accused her of attempted murder.
Really, it was almost depressing how little they all trusted each other.
A puff of air swirled out of Emily's room as Spectra closed the door. The rank odor of copper met her nose. Blood. She almost sighed in resignation. No doubt another bit the dust.
"Either that, or it's that time of the month." Spectra muttered sarcastically to herself. Drawing her weapon, she stepped into Emily's room, wary of what she might find.
Her stomach turned at the sight before her.
The Asian girl had been strung up like a curing animal hide. Arms stretched out over the window, feet pinned beneath her, Emily hung limply, dead. Her right arm looked mangled and the killers had gouged out her left eye. Slowly walking forward, Spectra swallowed back her revulsion. The girl hadn't been exactly nice but she hadn't deserved this.
"But I deserved it, right?"
Spectra didn't turn, didn't flinch. The only sign she'd heard anything was the twitch of her lips as they curled into a smile. "Hey Maria, it's been a while."
"It has, hasn't it lil' sis," Maria replied in a delighted and mocking tone. "What's with the tent stake? Going camping, or is there something else?"
Spectra's breath hitched and she spent a moment collecting herself before replying, "A little bit of both."
"I see." Spectra turned to face her older sister. "You truly haven't changed Spectra, always unsure of your decisions and the place where you stand. It's pathetic, actually."
The Maria that sat on Catherine's unoccupied bed looked nothing like the one from her dreams. Sure her chest and abdomen were nothing but bloody holes but other than that, she looked the same as Spectra remembered. Just as austerely beautiful and just as ultimately cruel. "You do realize that this stake is made out iron, right?" Her grip on the stake tightened as her face turned steely.
"Is that so?" Maria fixed her with a genuine smile. "Well go on then, swing it. Send me back to hell." She beckoned for Spectra to hurt her, smile morphing into a sneer when the blue-haired girl didn't move. "As expected, you still can't decide for yourself. You really haven't changed, still living as my shadow, aren't you Spectra."
Spectra didn't answer, she just watched her sister's apparition laugh at her expense. "That's not true, you aren't even here. You're dead as you've always been. You're just in my mind."
"Then what's the stake for?" Maria threw her head back and regarded her coldly. "Think I can get any deader? But then again," She giggled. "You're the expert here." Rising to her feet, Maria sashayed towards Spectra, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Or maybe I am just in your head. Has the past gotten too fast for you to run away from?"
"My past isn't exactly pursuing me." Spectra spat through gritted teeth.
"Come now sis, we've all got our dirty little secrets, don't we?" Maria's smile was little more than a simper. "What about your friend, hmm? She seems to have a lot she's not telling you."
Spectra huffed in irritation. "That's petty even for you Maria, leave Bean out of this, she's not even worth your time."
"Oh? And why is that, might I ask?" Maria's hand ghosted by her cheek, stopping just short of touching her. "Is it because she's you only true friend? Or maybe she thinks of herself as a freak like you."
"She's not my only friend." Spectra retorted, leaning away from Maria's hand.
"Oh sorry, how silly of me. There was also the girl who was shoved to the vent, the black one who was crushed, the fat one who got turned into a rose, and now you've got Asian Jesus here." She gestured at Emily. "Crucified for sins she never committed. You know, I'm noticing a trend here!"
Spectra took a step back but Maria pursued her. "Oh and let's not forget that boy. Except wait, we killed him!" Maria gave a manic laugh. "And you thought you could save him. It was so cute!"
"Don't talk about him!" Spectra snapped, surprising her sister. "You don't know shit Maria. You're dead, whether you're my imagination or not."
"My, my, even in death I still manage to rule you." Maria let out a small giggle. "Some things never seem to change." She looked past Spectra wistfully and sighed. "And here I thought you were independent."
"What the hell are you getting at?" Spectra suspiciously demanded.
"Nothing much, I just want the best for my little sister." Maria replied with a heavy sigh. "After all, I raised you like my own daughter. Who knew mom and dad would die so soon."
"Is that so." Spectra asked in an infuriated tone. "Is that why you always kept pushing me away, in public, at school, even in our home. It's was always Maria's little sister, barely anyone knew my name." The bad memories bubbled to the surface of her mind, making Spectra feel dirty. "So don't tell me you're here for my own good, Maria."
"Even after all this time you're so suspicious." Her sister complained, a sad look on her perfect face. "Never mind that it's your fault I'm dead. Nope, you're still going to yell at me like I'm the bad guy here." Maria pouted. "So cruel Spectra, so heartless."
"Don't you even dare to go there." Spectra pointed a shaking finger at her, purple eyes filled with rage. "You want me to stand up for myself, fine then. Right now, dear sister, I want you to keep your mouth shut."
Maria raised her eyebrow as a small smile formed on her lips. "Impressive, but you still got a long road ahead of you. Thankfully, I'll always be here when you need me, unlike those other people you call friends, especially this Bean girl."
Her form wavered and vanished from Spectra's field of view, leaving her alone with Emily's cold, mutilated corpse.
"So, another one bites the dust." The cold hiss came from behind the blue-haired girl, startling her. "Very bloody, can't say I approve."
"S-Sophie, when did you arrive?" Spectra stuttered nervously.
"Right about when you told me to keep my mouth shut." Sophia commented, disinterested. "What, were you talking to yourself?"
Slowly turning to face the tiny girl, Spectra tentatively asked, "You heard that?"
Sophia ignored her, instead continuing to muse, "Then again, I wouldn't be surprised, you always seem to live in a world of your own." Picking at her nails, Sophia glanced up. "I'd ask if you did it but is there really any point?"
Spectra pressed her lips together into a hard line. "What do you think?"
"Well, there is no way I'd believe you did this. But, that doesn't mean I don't find you suspicious." Sophia said. "But don't worry bestie, I can keep a secret."
"There's no secret to keep." Spectra bit out, angry despite herself.
"Exactly!" Sophia gave her a big wink, which only made Spectra angrier. "Secrets between friends are just wrong."
"Some friend you've been," Spectra said with a snort.
"Really?" Sophia raised a thin eyebrow before striding into the room, her paces measured. "You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about something Blue. About how you got here, ended up around these people."
"Alive."
The word hung in the air for a moment between the pair, a creature of malice and distrust. Spectra swallowed hard but didn't move, didn't flinch. Whatever sick pleasure Sophia got from making her life miserable, she wouldn't give her this.
"After vanishing with, oh, what was that kid's name again, Miguel, everybody said you'd died." Sophia said softly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "They said you'd gone and drowned, imagine that!"
"Are you disappointed?" Spectra bit out, unwilling to back down.
"Disappointed? Come on Spectra, I love it." Sophia laughed. "Who would have thought Maria's little shadow could be so interesting?"
The name made Spectra flinch. "Don't you say her name." she hissed. "She has nothing to do with me!"
"Oh she doesn't? Isn't it traumatizing to lose your big sister? Or maybe, just maybe, you're the one who killed her." Sophia laughed at the stricken look on Spectra's face. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, my god Spectra you're so easy to play with."
"You know something Sophia, I don't get you, and nor do I care to," Spectra replied coldly. "You're not worth it."
"Well that makes one of us, because I will find out what you're truly hiding." Sophia said while fixing her with a smirk. "The million dollar question, who are you Spectra Green? Everything from your name to your behavior screams lies."
Spectra felt her blood chill. "I prefer the term an enigma. It's not a lie, I just don't feel like explaining myself to trash like you."
"Ouch, that's cold." Sophia mumbled, a sneer on her face, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "But I'm over it. You're boring me."
Spectra didn't move as Sophia yawned dramatically and left the room, calling after her, "Careful, death around here is especially contagious. Wouldn't want you to end up in a gutter someday."
Spectra sat there silently for a moment, just long enough to calm her heart. She's not worth getting upset over. But that didn't stop her from hating the short girl for bringing up her past, acting like she knew Spectra at all.
"Some friends you have." The ghost of Maria said wearing an amusing grin. "I mean, just look out the window. Some people just don't learn their lesson."
Feeling sick, Spectra turned. There, just visible past Emily's corpse, was Bean. Her legs dangled off the roof, a smile was on her face.
And that monster sat beside her.
"I'd be torn apart to see my little sister feeling betrayed again." Maria said as she placed her hand over the hole in her chest. "But don't worry, I'm not going anywhere this time."
"Not until I see the end of this game."
?
Salty, very salty, but a bit sweet. Sorta, savory almost. Chewy though, and too old for his tastes. He glanced at the heart and sighed. Well, food was food.
"I'm telling you, the new Star Wars did not live up to the hype." Taking another bite of the sinewy heart, he continued, "It was nothing but fan service. And I bet you my right… no my left hand, that the new one would be overrated as well."
He waited for a while before hearing a response, which came in the form of a long sigh. For the last time, I don't care. Why would you presume that I enjoyed you rambling for forty minutes about something that I barely care about.
"Jeez, no wonder you always got beat up in school." He mumbled.
"I completely agree."
"I'm glad we see eye to eye on something!" He exclaimed, proud.
That wasn't me.
With a sigh that said without a single word that he was probably fucked, he turned to look at the two people that had somehow appeared behind him. Both the girl and guy were unfamiliar but he could only assume they were too more killers. They stared at him with a mixture of shock, disgust and confusion.
"Oh… ooh! Ohh." Letting out mumbled gibberish, he wasn't sure how to react. Looking down at the half eaten organ in his hands he asked, "You two are serial killers, right?" His eyes drifted to a point next to them awkwardly as he showed them the half eaten heart. With a nervous chuckle he added, "Because I can assure you that this is not what it looks like."
And we're fucked. Not surprised at all.
"Looks like you were right Clocky. I'm sorry I doubted you." The boy said to the brunette through the striped scarf covering his mouth.
"Well, I'm not gonna lie, even I didn't expect this." The girl, Clocky, admitted, crossing her arms and looking at the crazy boy before her with a perplexed sigh.
We're so fucked.
"Shit out of luck." Wearing a grin, he continued the phrase.
This is serious!
"I am too." He replied to the voice, catching the other two killers by surprise.
"I think he's crazy." The boy muttered to his companion.
Clocky gave her friend a raised eyebrow. "Wow Toby, that's sure calling the kettle black."
"You know, I never understood that phrase," Toby replied in confusion.
He nodded seriously at Toby. "I know right! Kettles aren't black, neither are pots. What it should've been was 'Charlie Murphy calling Wesley Snipes black'. Makes much more sense to me."
Staring at him, Toby looked overjoyed, like he'd just stumbled upon a kindred spirit. "You make so much sense," the killer agreed, awed.
He's just as stupid as you.
"That's a first." He said, surprised and a little delighted.
Toby grinned. "Same! Clocky says I never make any sense at all!"
"Pfft women." The boy scoffed while waving his hand. "What do they know?"
"I completely agr…" Before Toby could finish his sentence, he received an elbow to his ribcage. "Don't agree. Nope, I don't' agree at all."
Clocky cleared her throat. "Back to the more important question I'm sure we're all asking," She glared at him. "Who are you?"
"I'm glad you asked, my name is…"
No, you idiot! You keep your mouth shut.
"Not important!"
"I always wanted to meet someone named Not," Toby said, laughing. "So Not, whatcha doing all the way out here?"
Clocky elbowed him again. "I'm sorry but your name is important. You see, we don't exactly run across many heart-eating crazy people out in the middle of nowhere." She flashed a grin, the stitches in her cheeks pulling. "I'd hate to kill you."
So I know you're not much of a thinker, but you have to do this one important thing, don't tell them anything. You think you can do that?
"Ha ha, very funny. Leave the sarcasm to me." He mumbled once again. Looking up at Clocky, he responded, "You sure? Because I could swear there was this one other guy who also shared my for cannibalism. What was his name again?" Placing his finger one his chin, he thought hard.
"Eyeless Jack?" Toby offered.
He snapped his finger and pointed at Toby. "Yes, him."
Clocky turned her head around and gave Toby a blazing glare. "Toby, may I speak with you?" Pinching his ear, she pulled him closer to her lips and yelled, "What the hell do you think you're doing!"
"I can still hear you, you know," he admitted, looking at Clocky reproachfully.
Clocky threw her hands in the air. "I hate you both!"
That makes two of us.
"Traitor."
"Toby, stop screwing around and capture him. He's the enemy." Clocky ordered. "Slenderman would probably like to have a very long chat with you, whoever you are."
"Ugh, do I have to?" Toby let out a long groan. "I really like the guy."
"The feeling is mutual," he assured Toby. "It's okay, I have a voice in my head telling me to kill you two as well."
Don't drop your guard! This boy, there's something very odd about him.
"What do you mean?"
His brain, It's seems that there's a large increase of endorphins. That's why his nerve systems are not very responsive to physical contact on his outside...
"In English!"
Ugh… to put in terms you'll understand, he can't feel pain.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Toby, "Is it true? Can you really not feel pain?"
Toby shrugged. "Yeah, not that big a deal though really."
"Cool. So it seems that I have to hit you harder." He clicked his tongue.
"If you can hit me at all," Toby challenged, a laugh punctuating the end of his sentence.
"Funny, I was gonna say the same thing." Rocking his neck sideways, he took pleasure in the popping sounds could be heard. "I know what you're thinking, does he stand a chance seeing how the numbers are against him. To tell you the truth, I just finished off my third wave of kills under five minutes. So you gotta ask yourself, do I feel lucky? Well do you, punk!"
Clocky sighed. "And here I thought only Toby monologue before a fight."
Letting out a chuckle, Toby laughed, "I get that reference."
"God almighty help me it's a fellow nerd." Clocky muttered in agony.
Which is why you need to retreat.
Blinking rapidly, "Come again?"
Your body is unable to handle another fight. Comparing him to the cops from before, the odds are against us at this moment. If you fight right now, your body will collapse.
"Did I mention that I really hate you." He responded with a groan.
"So," Toby grabbed his attention. "Anytime now."
"As much as I like you Toby, I'm gonna have to take a rain check on that one." He explained, fixing him a friendly smile. "How does tomorrow night sounds?"
"Like hell you'll escape." Clocky stepped forward and growled. "We're here to bring you in and hell will freeze over if you think you'll…"
"Okay, tomorrow sounds good to me!" Toby interjected before Clocky could finish her statement.
"Alright, it's a date then." He smiled to both of them and took a few careful steps back.
Clocky looked between Toby and him and snapped, "I guess sometimes a girl's gotta do things for herself." She drew twin knives and lunged at him.
But before she could reach the tired boy, Toby wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back. Using her own momentum against her, the killer swung her around and launched the two of them towards the portal with a yell of, "See ya later!"
They both vanished."
"What a couple of nice people." He commented delightly.
What a pair of bumbling idiots.
"Hey," he smacked his own head. "They didn't kill me. I really liked the Toby guy!"
The other one wanted to kill you, the voice in his head reminded him.
"Pfft! She could try." He scoffed. "Though I don't think it would be wise for me to hurt her. Seeing how she's with Toby and I don't want to screw up my chances with the guy. He seems like a nice dude."
Truely, a pair made in heaven.
That familiar itch started at the base of his skull and he frowned. "All that aside, I hope she's doing better than I am."
At least she's still alive, that I can guarantee.
Unfortunately, he could only wonder, for how long?
A/N: Thank god Emily's dead.
IDG: Why are you so racist towards Asian people?
Q: Hey, I happen to be dating one. I am not racist. I just hated her when she was in Until Dawn and this was my opportunity to kill her. See, not racist at all.
IDG: You do realize that the player has more opportunities to kill Emily than any character in the game? She gets thrown in a rock mashed for God's sake.
Q: Hah! Even the creators hated her! In other news, looks like Bean's secret isn't going to last much longer. I felt it was time.
IDG: Sure. But what's the deal with Spectra, and who the hell is this Maria?
Q: Wouldn't the readers love to know… But if anyone wants to guess, I'd love to hear your theories. I may even tell you if you're right.
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Q: And… Peace out!