JT was on top of Toby, and viciously slapped his best friend repeatedly,
left to right, left to right. Toby was grabbing at JT's ear length hair
with his left hand, and with his right, tickled JT's stomach and scratched
JT's arms. The two halted their savage fight when a piercing scream echoed
through the house and right outside of it, to the lawn.
Toby: What was that?
JT: I don't know! It sounded like...Kendra!
Toby: *bitch-slaps JT* Don't make fun of my ex-girlfriend!
And the two continued their scuffle while Rick crept into Mr. and Mrs. Kerwin's room and shut the door behind him. Mr. Kerwin had his back turned, and was cradling his wife's head tenderly and sobbing like a big baby.
Rick: (How disgusting! Who would cradle someone's dead head?)
--he thought, totally repulsed. But then a sudden realization hit him like a brick hitting a blind man: the scream hadn't come from a little girl, and the little girl that the scream hadn't come from didn't have mace. Rick lunged forward, brandishing his knife. Mr. Kerwin turned around at just the last second, and dropped his wife's head in utter surprise. The head bounced around on the floor, and then rolled away. Like a professional fencer, Rick leaped forward and plunged the knife deep into the space between Mr. Kerwin's ribcage. Mr. Kerwin opened his mouth, uttered one last—
Mr. Kerwin: HUUUUH!
--and collapsed onto the bed, with the crimson stained knife still inside him, while blood poured out and soiled the bedspread.
Toby: What was that?
JT: I don't know! It sounded like...Kendra!
Toby: *bitch-slaps JT* Don't make fun of my ex-girlfriend!
And the two continued their scuffle while Rick crept into Mr. and Mrs. Kerwin's room and shut the door behind him. Mr. Kerwin had his back turned, and was cradling his wife's head tenderly and sobbing like a big baby.
Rick: (How disgusting! Who would cradle someone's dead head?)
--he thought, totally repulsed. But then a sudden realization hit him like a brick hitting a blind man: the scream hadn't come from a little girl, and the little girl that the scream hadn't come from didn't have mace. Rick lunged forward, brandishing his knife. Mr. Kerwin turned around at just the last second, and dropped his wife's head in utter surprise. The head bounced around on the floor, and then rolled away. Like a professional fencer, Rick leaped forward and plunged the knife deep into the space between Mr. Kerwin's ribcage. Mr. Kerwin opened his mouth, uttered one last—
Mr. Kerwin: HUUUUH!
--and collapsed onto the bed, with the crimson stained knife still inside him, while blood poured out and soiled the bedspread.