Chapter Six: He Missed... He Missed...
First up, this chapter is dedicated to enigmaopoeia and her site, http://dcj.go-dream.com/ for reaching 600 hits! You'll all get a special bonus this chapter. Fun, and full of loop throwing. And reread Chapter Five, and maybe some other chapters, since I fixed some important details.
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All of a sudden, the burning didn't matter. Her feet could actually be on fire, she wouldn't care. All she had to do was to get away. Get away from whatever was in front of her. Whatever did... That... To Laura... She had to run. That's all she had to do. Just run.
It jumped out of the bathtub. Just in front of Laura's lifeless body. Testing the scissors, it slowly began walking. It would almost be funny. A short little man wearing a blue and grey sailor suit. And the mask. An emotionless, hideous grey mask. Hiding the animal desire, the need for blood, the want to kill. The want to kill Jennifer. Followed by another step. And another. And it stabbed.
All she could do was stare at it. She knew she had to run. But all it did was get closer. Then Jennifer saw it stop for a brief second, closing the scissors. It drew them back slowly and lunged at her. Trying to back away from it, Jennifer fell, her entire back burning from the pain of the hard floor and the water that continued to flow from the tub. In a flash. All she saw above her was steel. "He missed... He missed..." And indeed, he did. But he was raising them for another strike. And lowering them. To empty tiling.
Rolling to her left, still in the nearly boiling water, the dense steam still clouding her vision, making her gasp for breath, she still rolled out. Scrambling to her knees, she finally gained the ability to run. "He missed... He missed..." The thought continuing to run through her head as she ran for the first of the two doors to leave the bathroom. "He missed... He missed..." The thought continuing to build as she ran through the second door, into the hallway. But there was nowhere for her to go. The front door was locked, the balcony collapsed, and the final door.
"The bedroom!" The former hall of horrors became her saviour, as she remembered the twin beds. Knowing that that thing was behind her, still approaching, she hoped to beat it there in time. A short run down the hallway. A turn to her left, through the door she swore she'd never enter again. The parrot silent, staring at her. Knowing she'd disrupt the cover on the closest bed, she dove under the next one, as it was unmade up. She held her breath, knowing her survival depended on it. The door opened.
Footsteps passed by her eyes. "He was looking. He didn't hear the second door slam. He knows I'm here." But the feet did pass by. Past the foot of the bed, past the side of the bed. Noislessly, Jennifer tried to edge furthur away from the being. It opened the door to the living room.
"I'll get you." The parrot. The feet stopped. "I'll get you." The feet approached the bed. "I'll get you." The scissors sliced through the mattress with the greatest of ease, until it hit got through, and came to the next obstacle... Jennifer screamed, but it didn't last long...
"He missed... He missed..." The scream caught in her throat as she saw the glint of the deadly metal to her right. "He missed... He missed..." Jennifer crawled away from the scissors, and ended up between the two beds. She looked back to see the static mask staring back at her, struggling to get the scissors out of the bed. Jennifer ran back into the hallway.
"One door left... Must run..." The mystery door awaited her. Almost crashing through it, Jennifer gasped, for she could have sworn that she reentered the main hallway. The same decor, and the same dominating staircase. But ahead of her were two doors. Restarting her run, as she heard whatever was chasing her leave the bedroom behind her, Jennifer again threw herself through the door on the left, into a dark hall.
There either weren't lights, or they weren't turned on. It didn't matter to Jennifer. All she saw was a blur of a hallway as she ran straight through it. Another door awaited her, into a brightly light garage. "A car!!! But... The door is boarded up..." And a few doors back, she heard another slam. Scanning the room for any escape, she saw a ladder leading up to a shelf, covered in hay. Dashing over to it, climbing hand over hand, her feet trying not to get caught in her dress, she managed to pull herself up, and crawled behind the bales of hay. And the door to the garage opened again.
Jennifer held her breath for yet another time. The blood pounded in her ears, sounding like someone banging on a set of timpanis. The... Scissorman, the only word she could use to describe it, scanned the room just as she did. It looked in the car, under the car, on the car even for his prey. An older looking car, but almost new conditioned. Jennifer noticed it looked familiar somehow, but now was not the time to think about it. Scissorman jumped off the beige vehicle, and appeared to give up. It walked out of the room in the slow calculated pace it always did. Jennifer survived.
"But for how long... Laura is dead... Lotte and Ann probably are too. It had to have gotten Ms. Mary first. I have to escape." And as she slowly climbed down the wooden ladder, her prayer was answered. A silvery key shined in front of her, hung on a wooden board. Jennifer grabbed it, and nervously approached the car. Sliding the key in, it fit. Jennifer knew she would be safe. Opening the door silently, she slid in, remembered to do her seatbelt, and put the key in the ignition.
Jennifer turned the key, and the engine roared. It worked. And what was better, it was filled with gas. Despite never having driven a car before, Jennifer knew enough to shift it into drive, and to slam on the pedal, smashing through the wood. She was free.
*about an hour later*
"Tired... Did I miss a turnoff?" Jennifer struggled to stay awake, and to remember how she got there in the first place. She hadn't even seen Ms. Mary's station wagon yet. She was still surrounded by trees, on the lonely road. Her eyelids fell, as she heard an odd sound coming from the backseat. All she could do was widen her eyes with fear as she saw a huge pair of scissors slowly rise in the rearview mirror.
Dead End....
First up, this chapter is dedicated to enigmaopoeia and her site, http://dcj.go-dream.com/ for reaching 600 hits! You'll all get a special bonus this chapter. Fun, and full of loop throwing. And reread Chapter Five, and maybe some other chapters, since I fixed some important details.
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All of a sudden, the burning didn't matter. Her feet could actually be on fire, she wouldn't care. All she had to do was to get away. Get away from whatever was in front of her. Whatever did... That... To Laura... She had to run. That's all she had to do. Just run.
It jumped out of the bathtub. Just in front of Laura's lifeless body. Testing the scissors, it slowly began walking. It would almost be funny. A short little man wearing a blue and grey sailor suit. And the mask. An emotionless, hideous grey mask. Hiding the animal desire, the need for blood, the want to kill. The want to kill Jennifer. Followed by another step. And another. And it stabbed.
All she could do was stare at it. She knew she had to run. But all it did was get closer. Then Jennifer saw it stop for a brief second, closing the scissors. It drew them back slowly and lunged at her. Trying to back away from it, Jennifer fell, her entire back burning from the pain of the hard floor and the water that continued to flow from the tub. In a flash. All she saw above her was steel. "He missed... He missed..." And indeed, he did. But he was raising them for another strike. And lowering them. To empty tiling.
Rolling to her left, still in the nearly boiling water, the dense steam still clouding her vision, making her gasp for breath, she still rolled out. Scrambling to her knees, she finally gained the ability to run. "He missed... He missed..." The thought continuing to run through her head as she ran for the first of the two doors to leave the bathroom. "He missed... He missed..." The thought continuing to build as she ran through the second door, into the hallway. But there was nowhere for her to go. The front door was locked, the balcony collapsed, and the final door.
"The bedroom!" The former hall of horrors became her saviour, as she remembered the twin beds. Knowing that that thing was behind her, still approaching, she hoped to beat it there in time. A short run down the hallway. A turn to her left, through the door she swore she'd never enter again. The parrot silent, staring at her. Knowing she'd disrupt the cover on the closest bed, she dove under the next one, as it was unmade up. She held her breath, knowing her survival depended on it. The door opened.
Footsteps passed by her eyes. "He was looking. He didn't hear the second door slam. He knows I'm here." But the feet did pass by. Past the foot of the bed, past the side of the bed. Noislessly, Jennifer tried to edge furthur away from the being. It opened the door to the living room.
"I'll get you." The parrot. The feet stopped. "I'll get you." The feet approached the bed. "I'll get you." The scissors sliced through the mattress with the greatest of ease, until it hit got through, and came to the next obstacle... Jennifer screamed, but it didn't last long...
"He missed... He missed..." The scream caught in her throat as she saw the glint of the deadly metal to her right. "He missed... He missed..." Jennifer crawled away from the scissors, and ended up between the two beds. She looked back to see the static mask staring back at her, struggling to get the scissors out of the bed. Jennifer ran back into the hallway.
"One door left... Must run..." The mystery door awaited her. Almost crashing through it, Jennifer gasped, for she could have sworn that she reentered the main hallway. The same decor, and the same dominating staircase. But ahead of her were two doors. Restarting her run, as she heard whatever was chasing her leave the bedroom behind her, Jennifer again threw herself through the door on the left, into a dark hall.
There either weren't lights, or they weren't turned on. It didn't matter to Jennifer. All she saw was a blur of a hallway as she ran straight through it. Another door awaited her, into a brightly light garage. "A car!!! But... The door is boarded up..." And a few doors back, she heard another slam. Scanning the room for any escape, she saw a ladder leading up to a shelf, covered in hay. Dashing over to it, climbing hand over hand, her feet trying not to get caught in her dress, she managed to pull herself up, and crawled behind the bales of hay. And the door to the garage opened again.
Jennifer held her breath for yet another time. The blood pounded in her ears, sounding like someone banging on a set of timpanis. The... Scissorman, the only word she could use to describe it, scanned the room just as she did. It looked in the car, under the car, on the car even for his prey. An older looking car, but almost new conditioned. Jennifer noticed it looked familiar somehow, but now was not the time to think about it. Scissorman jumped off the beige vehicle, and appeared to give up. It walked out of the room in the slow calculated pace it always did. Jennifer survived.
"But for how long... Laura is dead... Lotte and Ann probably are too. It had to have gotten Ms. Mary first. I have to escape." And as she slowly climbed down the wooden ladder, her prayer was answered. A silvery key shined in front of her, hung on a wooden board. Jennifer grabbed it, and nervously approached the car. Sliding the key in, it fit. Jennifer knew she would be safe. Opening the door silently, she slid in, remembered to do her seatbelt, and put the key in the ignition.
Jennifer turned the key, and the engine roared. It worked. And what was better, it was filled with gas. Despite never having driven a car before, Jennifer knew enough to shift it into drive, and to slam on the pedal, smashing through the wood. She was free.
*about an hour later*
"Tired... Did I miss a turnoff?" Jennifer struggled to stay awake, and to remember how she got there in the first place. She hadn't even seen Ms. Mary's station wagon yet. She was still surrounded by trees, on the lonely road. Her eyelids fell, as she heard an odd sound coming from the backseat. All she could do was widen her eyes with fear as she saw a huge pair of scissors slowly rise in the rearview mirror.
Dead End....