Even though Rick WAS an evil cannibal/abuser, Snake was a few years older
than him, and a few years faster. Mr. Simpson quickly turned around and
plunged the pointy part of the umbrella at Rick's stomach, with a smirk on
his face, knowing he beat the evil Rick.
Now, Rick's skeletal and emaciated body type doesn't come in handy often, but it DEFINETLY did now. He sucked in his stomach so much so that his ribs protruded from his T-shirt, which was slick with sweat. The umbrella just lightly brushed his belly button. Snake, surprised at what the clever (yet cannibalistic) Rick had done, pulled the umbrella back...and for three fateful seconds, he just stood there, in shock. Rick took advantage of those seconds, and viciously began stabbing Archibald, right in his left chest area, near the heart. Remembering a certain scene from the movie Hannibal, Rick re-directed his knife to Mr. Simpson's gonads. Snake moaned and clutched his lower region as the umbrella fell mournfully from his hand. It was almost as though it were in slow motion...Snake falling to his knees, the pained expression on his face as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and finally him falling down and bleeding to death on Ashley's broken-glass strewn carpet.
Rick looked, through new eyes, at the dead Mr. Simpson on the floor and the half-eaten Ashley Kerwin. Then he shook his head and became a cannibal- animal again.
He grabbed Snake's legs and, grunting because of the weight, dragged him behind the bed. Then he pushed what once was Ashley behind her bed too. It was at that moment that he heard a sound downstairs.....
20 minutes earlier
Mrs. Kerwin drummed her painted fingernails on the steering wheel to the beat of the Ramones song on the radio. She sighed, and stuck her head out the window to see if the car crash had been cleared. Surprised, she witnessed all the cars beginning to move forward...apparently the wreckage was gone. She picked up her cell phone to try calling the house again, but put it back in her purse, figuring she'll get home soon.
Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at her house. Noticing a car in the driveway, but not realizing that it was Mr. Simpson's, she started getting nervous. The front door to the house was still open, and when Mrs. Kerwin entered the house she closed it and locked it tight. She looked around and tried to be as quiet as possible, so as not to draw attention to herself and cause the robber, or whoever owned the car in the driveway, to notice her presence. Slowly she crept around the house, looking for the intruder. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed the first thing she saw: A flyswatter. Mrs. Kerwin headed upstairs, flyswatter in hand, and, after looking in all the other rooms, opened the door to Ashley's room.
Mrs. Kerwin: Ashley? Ash, are you in here?
As soon as she walked into her daughter's room, she noticed the broken glass, the shattered vodka bottle, and saw out of the corner of her eye the empty container of pills which rolled under the bed. She gasped--
Mrs. Kerwin: *GASP*
--and covered her mouth with her hand. Looking at the floor, she noticed that she was standing over a huge circle of deep, red, blood. Instinctively stepping back, she realized that there was a trail of it...leading to behind Ashley's bed. Tears began springing from her eyes as she saw Ash's half-devoured, bony carcass, and Mr. Simpson's bloody physique and cold, lifeless eyes.
Mrs. Kerwin: Oh, Ashley! *tear, tear*
--She exclaimed, her voice thick with the sound of sorrow and salty brine, more commonly referred to as tears. Her shaking knees buckled as she crumpled unconsciously to the floor, dropping the flyswatter on the way down.
Now, Rick's skeletal and emaciated body type doesn't come in handy often, but it DEFINETLY did now. He sucked in his stomach so much so that his ribs protruded from his T-shirt, which was slick with sweat. The umbrella just lightly brushed his belly button. Snake, surprised at what the clever (yet cannibalistic) Rick had done, pulled the umbrella back...and for three fateful seconds, he just stood there, in shock. Rick took advantage of those seconds, and viciously began stabbing Archibald, right in his left chest area, near the heart. Remembering a certain scene from the movie Hannibal, Rick re-directed his knife to Mr. Simpson's gonads. Snake moaned and clutched his lower region as the umbrella fell mournfully from his hand. It was almost as though it were in slow motion...Snake falling to his knees, the pained expression on his face as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and finally him falling down and bleeding to death on Ashley's broken-glass strewn carpet.
Rick looked, through new eyes, at the dead Mr. Simpson on the floor and the half-eaten Ashley Kerwin. Then he shook his head and became a cannibal- animal again.
He grabbed Snake's legs and, grunting because of the weight, dragged him behind the bed. Then he pushed what once was Ashley behind her bed too. It was at that moment that he heard a sound downstairs.....
20 minutes earlier
Mrs. Kerwin drummed her painted fingernails on the steering wheel to the beat of the Ramones song on the radio. She sighed, and stuck her head out the window to see if the car crash had been cleared. Surprised, she witnessed all the cars beginning to move forward...apparently the wreckage was gone. She picked up her cell phone to try calling the house again, but put it back in her purse, figuring she'll get home soon.
Fifteen minutes later, she arrived at her house. Noticing a car in the driveway, but not realizing that it was Mr. Simpson's, she started getting nervous. The front door to the house was still open, and when Mrs. Kerwin entered the house she closed it and locked it tight. She looked around and tried to be as quiet as possible, so as not to draw attention to herself and cause the robber, or whoever owned the car in the driveway, to notice her presence. Slowly she crept around the house, looking for the intruder. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed the first thing she saw: A flyswatter. Mrs. Kerwin headed upstairs, flyswatter in hand, and, after looking in all the other rooms, opened the door to Ashley's room.
Mrs. Kerwin: Ashley? Ash, are you in here?
As soon as she walked into her daughter's room, she noticed the broken glass, the shattered vodka bottle, and saw out of the corner of her eye the empty container of pills which rolled under the bed. She gasped--
Mrs. Kerwin: *GASP*
--and covered her mouth with her hand. Looking at the floor, she noticed that she was standing over a huge circle of deep, red, blood. Instinctively stepping back, she realized that there was a trail of it...leading to behind Ashley's bed. Tears began springing from her eyes as she saw Ash's half-devoured, bony carcass, and Mr. Simpson's bloody physique and cold, lifeless eyes.
Mrs. Kerwin: Oh, Ashley! *tear, tear*
--She exclaimed, her voice thick with the sound of sorrow and salty brine, more commonly referred to as tears. Her shaking knees buckled as she crumpled unconsciously to the floor, dropping the flyswatter on the way down.