Casey leaned her head back, letting it rest on the wall as she held her breath from fear. She carefully peeked through the large window to her left, she saw the dark figure creeping through her house with the knife raised in his gloved hand. She gasped quietly and returned to her hiding place without being seen, then something across the field caught her eye, it was the headlights of a car... her parents' car.
Hope flooded through her as she bent down and scurried under the window towards her driveway, she glanced over and saw the car pulling in, she then stood to run when suddenly she looked towards the window.
"Ahhh!!!" she let out a loud shriek, holding up her kitchen knife defensively once she saw the ghostfaced attacker.
His hand burst through the window, shattering it as he grabbed a hold of her wrist and wrestled the knife away from her. As she began to scream louder he shoved his masked head though the window breaking it all the way, Casey struggled against him and managed to knock him down by hitting him in the face with the phone.
She took off running as fast as she could away from the house, pausing slightly at the sight of her now dead boyfriend's body still strapped to the lawn chair. Overcoming her grief and terror she charged towards the front of her house, once she saw her parents pull into the driveway she stopped to cry from relief, then suddenly everything went horribly wrong.
The killer lunged from the window and dove on top of her surprised form, knocking them both to the ground. Luckily Casey was able to get to her feet before he could, she ran faster and faster towards the sound of the slowing car's transmission, but he was right behind her and gaining. The black robed killer wrapped his arm around her mouth and plunged the knife into her upper chest before she could scream out for help.
He let go of her once he removed the bloody knife from her chest, the blonde fell to the ground as tears covered her pale face. She looked down in a daze at the large gash by her left shoulder, blood began to pour from it as she cried weakly, he then moved the knife to her throat as if to cut it, Casey quickly smacked it out of his hand with all of the strength she had left. Angered by this the killer wrapped his gloved hands around her neck, he was now going to choke the life from her, Casey brought her leg up between his legs and he fell to the ground beside her.
She couldn't quit now, not when she was so close to her parents, who now made their way towards the front door of the house. Chocking and gurgling blood the poor blonde desperately tried to scream for her mother as she hobbled towards them for dear life, but the killer was already on his feet again and coming after her.
Mrs. Becker unknowingly shut the door on her daughter and Casey collapsed onto the deck of her house as the killer stood over her, knife back in hand and ready to finish what he had started. She stared up at him breathlessly, her eyes watered with tears as she reached up and weakly pulled the white mask from in front of his face, her eyes widened as she immediately recognized the killer as the boy she had formerly dated... before Steve of course.
Stu drug her bleeding body across the lawn, towards a nearby tree where his partner in crime waited patiently. Casey cried faintly for her mother in a raspy whisper as she heard the quiet crying of Mrs. Becker on the other line of the phone, which was clutched in her bloody hand.
"Hey!" Billy shouted in anger once he noticed the phone in the skewered blonde's hand.
He quickly yanked it away from her and turned the phone off, he then set his sights on the lanky boy draped in black who held onto the girl's ankles.
"What the fuck are you thinking? You have you're goddamn mask off!" Billy yelled at Stu in a hushed tone, yet his furry was still evident.
"She pulled it off!" Stu answered back in disdain, glaring at his accomplice with a dark look in his teal eyes.
"And you didn't even notice the phone in her hand!?!" Billy continued to complain as they both lifted the now dead girl's limp body into an upright position.
"Well I'm so fucking sorry to disappoint you! It's not like you lifted a damn finger to help me as I chased her ass through the house... I even got kicked and hit with the goddamn phone!" Stu whined as he wrapped the rope around her neck, Billy only rolled his eyes at him. "Here, make yourself useful and throw this over that branch!" he then handed him the other end of the rope.
"It was my cell phone, wasn't it... we couldn't have done shit without it!" Billy argued as he tossed the rope over the tree branch above their heads.
"Yeah, and who had to talk to her on it, huh? I mean you wouldn't even do that!" Stu responded smartly while pulling on the rope with all of his might, hosting the girl's body upward as if he we trying to hang her, but she was already dead.
"She was your Ex! Besides, I killed Steve, remember?" Billy griped as he tied the rope securely in place, the job was finally done.
"Oh boo-fucking-hoo!" Stu mocked as he took a step back away from Casey's now swaying body.
"Come on, let's go..." Billy muttered to him once he heard her parent's voices.
"Awww... ya mean we don't get to take pictures?" Stu cried sadly, with a sadistic smile on his face as he stared up at his bloody masterpiece that once resembled his ex-girlfriend.
"You are one sick son-of-a-bitch, ya know that!" Billy scolded as Stu grabbed the ghostfaced mask from the ground, they then quickly ran away from the scene of the crime.
Mrs. Becker's blood curdling screams filled the night air as the two killers made their escape, leaving poor Casey's impaled body to swing back and forth before her parent's horrified eyes.
Stu moaned as the throbbing pain in his head forced him to open his eyes. The room was pitch black even with his eyes adjusted to the dark.
"Thank you Hangover Hell!" he whined quietly as he fruitlessly wiped his hand across his face.
One thing he had learned about drinking till you pass out, it always seemed to bring about memories he rather not rehash. He reached his long arm over to the bedside table and sat the digital clock that he had knocked over the night before back in its upright position.
"Shit..." he muttered to himself once he read the glowing numbers, it seemed he had almost four hours before he had to start getting ready for class.
Stu laid his head back against the pillow, but it was no use, he couldn't get back to sleep... and why would he want to with the dreams he was having? He got up from his bed and noticed that his roommate was not present in the room, big surprise, he rarely was anymore.
Stu quickly threw on his shirt and shoes and decided to go for a walk, which conveniently enough led him to Maggie's dorm. He knocked on her closed door lightly, trying not to wake anyone in the surrounding rooms up as well. Finally after a few more knocks he could hear the locks being undone on the door, it opened slowly to reveal his tired and disheveled girlfriend peeking out at him.
"What do ya want?" she muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes slightly.
"I want you to come with me..." he said simply, she only sighed at him with annoyance.
"I was sleeping..." she stated the obvious.
"Just come on!" he insisted, gesturing for her follow him, she sighed once more before shutting the door behind her as she left the room.
"Now what?" she questioned with little patience as they entered his dorm, she then glanced around at the darkened room.
Stu shut the door securely before walking up to her, slowly placing he hand on her cheek as he stared down at her lustfully.
"You gotta be kidding!" she snorted, rolling her eyes at him and what he wanted to do.
"What?" he asked in a lost tone, his expression now that of confusion and frustration.
"What do you mean what? You woke me up from a perfectly good sleep to come on to me!" she fussed with little amusement. "I'm not your goddamn sex toy!" she demanded, Stu only stared back darkly.
'Great!' She thought to herself. 'Now he's gonna go psycho, good job Maggie!'
She stood in silence, trying to avoid his stares as he slowly came closer to her, he then raised her chin with his hand so that she was looking at him. She looked him in the eyes, nervousness overcoming her as he glared at her calmly... it was when he was calm that he was at his most dangerous.
Stu could easily tell she was beginning to get scared, so without warning he thrust his lips against hers in an attempt to make her want him.
"Stop!" she moaned, pushing him away as much as she could, he looked back at her in bewilderment. "You smell like a liquor store on Christmas!" she complained, glancing back at the floor apprehensively.
He scoffed at her comment, shaking his head at her slightly. Stu then looked back at her menacingly, she shuddered at his stare as he came towards her again, this time faster. She whimpered slightly as he pushed backwards against the wall, a nearby picture falling to he floor with a crash as she struggled to push him away.
He forcefully kissed her bare neck as he blindly drug her jacket she had thrown on over her pajamas off of her arms to the floor. She moaned softly at the feeling of his hand sliding under her cotton tank top, his other hand slipping the straps of her shirt off her shoulders. Maggie then remembered her former state of mind as his hand began to knead her right breast under her shirt sensually.
"Stop..." she moaned more then demanded, the sound of need in her voice causing him to ignore her.
She leaned her head back a bit as he grinded his hips against hers, his tongue still massaging her neck. Another moan escaped her lips before she felt his hand that was not under her shirt slide down to the waist of her pajama pants.
"Stop it!" she said with a bit more feeling then before as he started to push the elastic of her waistband downward.
Maggie quickly placed her hand on his, pulling it away from her waist, she then reached up and tried to unclamp his left hand from her bare breast.
"What?" he uttered breathlessly in her ear as she struggled to make him loosen his grip on her.
"I said stop it!" she shouted at him in irritation, he gradually stopped rubbing himself against her hips.
She looked up at him suddenly, his eyes a bit glazed and his breathing labored as his chest heaved against her. She then looked down and cringed at the thought of what he was doing to her only seconds before.
"You're disgusting!" she sighed sadly, as she pushed at his chest, trying to separate them, yet he refused to let go of her under her shirt. "Let go!" she fussed, he stared at her blankly for a moment as he struggled to calm himself.
Stu let his hand drop back to his side and she quickly squeezed herself out from between him and the wall. He leaned against the wall in sheer frustration as she walked towards the door, he then turned towards her.
"Why in the hell do you always have to do this to me, huh?" he commanded to know with aggravation.
"Me?" she questioned stressfully. "Its not my fault you get an erection every time you touch me!" she shouted back at him in annoyance. "You need help!" she added sternly while opening the door, she then slammed it angrily behind her as she left.
Stu angrily reached down and snatched her jacket off of the floor, he then slung it at the closed door as hard as he could.
"Prude bitch!" he snapped venomously as he sank to the floor, his head and back against the wall as he sat alone in the dark.
"So... I nearly got killed in a car accident last night... what happened to you?" Jasper asked as they stood over the table, mixing food coloring as usual.
"My boyfriend humped me like a dog..." Maggie replied without even looking up from the bucket before her.
"What?" Jasper questioned curiously.
"He's such a pervert... I don't know why I put up with him..." Maggie sighed dully as she stirred.
"Then why do you put up with him?" the red head wondered.
"I guess 'cause I understand him, ya know. Plus we've been though a lot together..." Maggie thought back on the previous year.
"Sounds like-" Jasper began to say before she was cut off by an annoying voice behind them.
"Hey! You!" the director called to them, Maggie and Jasper both turned around to face him. "Yeah, you... Red!" he pointed to Jasper casually, she only pointed back at herself in confusion. "Yeah, go get me some coffee, now!" he instructed, she only sighed at him and began to remove her gloves. "Hurry up! I don't have all day!" he snapped.
"Okay, that's it!" Maggie shrieked in aggravation at him. "This is not what we signed up to do! We did not sign on to be your slaves!"
"Yes... you did..." he said slowly, as if for a child to understand.
"No! We came here to make a movie, a theatrical masterpiece!" She insisted, pointing her white-gloved finger at him in annoyance. "Not this over glorified disgrace of the horror genre!"
"Right..." Jenkins said slowly, trying to make the angry brunette take a hint that he didn't care. "Okay... from now on can we keep the temper tantrums down to a minimum people?" he asked the rest of the crew with little regard to Maggie.
She stared at him blankly for a moment then finally lost it, she grunted in frustration then quickly removed her latex gloves and threw them at the director.
"I quit!" she fussed while stomping away from him and off of the set.
Jasper looked around in sheer confusion, she then slowly began to follow Maggie off of the set while the director watched her leave in bewilderment.
"Okay! Enough of that... You!" Jenkins then pointed to a random student. "You're now in make-up effects! And you!" he pointed to another student. "Get me some coffee, pronto!"
Maggie walked slowly down the hall towards her room, when she got there she was a bit relieved to see Stu standing by the door waiting for her.
"Hey..." he muttered to her as she closed the gap between them.
"Hi... what are you doing here?" she asked calmly as she stood before him.
"I just wanted to apologize for last night..." he shamefully explained, rubbing the back of his neck tensely. "I was still kinda drunk and... well I was..." he trailed off, trying to think of a suitable way to say it.
"Horny..." she finished his sentence for him, Stu looked over at her a bit shocked.
"Uh... yeah, I guess that's the word I was looking for..." he said with a smile of embarrassment, she smiled back at him with amusement.
"Its okay..." she ensured him. "Honestly I prefer that you take out your aggression in bed rather then go on a stab fest..." she then confessed, he laughed slightly at her words.
"I see..." he said quietly, stepping closer to her. "So you'd prefer if I did this, huh?" he said teasingly before gently pressing his lips against hers.
Maggie smiled slightly as she kissed him back, his hands gripping her waist to him as their kiss deepened.
"Um... hi?" they heard suddenly, they both looked over to see Jasper standing beside them.
Maggie pulled away from their kiss at the sight of her roommate.
"Hello Jasper!" Stu smarted disdainfully, glaring at the girl who had interrupted them.
"Did you quit too?" Maggie asked her suddenly.
"Well I guess you could say that... I sorta just walked out, but technically I quit..." she explained.
"You quit the film?" Stu questioned curiously, Maggie looked back at him and nodded.
Stu smiled at the thought that she would no longer be too tired to be annoyed by him anymore. Just as he was about to say something else Jasper cut in.
"We should get inside... you still have that English paper to finish..." the red head reminded her roommate, Stu mentally kicked himself.
"I'll see ya tomorrow..." Maggie told Stu, she then waved at him before walking into her room for the night.
"Does it ever end!?!" he shrieked to himself in annoyance as he walked away from the now closed door.
The set was closed, no one was in the large room which held the makeshift scenery for the movie.
"Stupid kids... never doing a damn thing I tell them!" Paul muttered to himself as he opened the door to the set, he had forgotten his clipboard.
He mentally blamed those two girls that quit earlier for his forgetfulness, especially that smart mouthed one!
As he walked along looking from chair to chair for his misplaced notes, suddenly he heard a sound from behind him. Jenkins turned around to see the door to the props, where the fake knives were kept, hanging wide open.
"Dumbasses! I told them to shut that thing!" he cussed as he trotted over to the door.
He looked in one last time before slamming it shut securely. As he turned around he noticed someone familiar behind him, which caused him to jump slightly with shock that he was not alone.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in an unfriendly manner. "Didn't I tell you to get lost!" he snapped.
Suddenly the person raised their hand to reveal a knife, Paul only laughed at this.
"Ya got one of the little play knives I see... sorry but this isn't the movies you lunatic!" he retorted.
Just then the knife was plunged into his stomach. He yelled in agony as the real knife pierced his flesh, as it was removed from his gut he quickly fell backwards, struggling to stand and escape.
He hobbled away from his attacker as fast as he could, now coughing up blood as he heaved for air, biting back the burning pain in his chest. As he staggered over to the stage, bumping into camera equipment and sound gear, the attacker quickly reached out and pushed him back as hard as they could.
Already being off balance and weak, the director stumbled backwards with ease, letting out one last piercing scream as he fell back onto a microphone stand, the sharp metal impaling him.
His killer glanced over his dead body one last time before wiping the excess blood from the knife's blade and walking over to the props room. The killer opened the door and carefully placed the knife back on the shelf with the other fake knives for the movie, they then shut the door and left the set for good.