Disclaimer: I do not own Jimmy Neutron or any related characters.
As the smoke cleared, Cindy, Erik, Dave, and Eustace coughed. Jimmy stood completely still, staring at the spot the killer had just been. He ignored the pain in his watering eyes. He didn't blink, just stared at that spot.
Eustace stepped forward and grabbed Jimmy's shoulder. "He's wrong."
Jimmy turned to who he thought was his greatest enemy. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"He's wrong. And you know it. I don't know what else to say," Eustace told him.
Jimmy nodded. He stared at the empty gun in his hands. He didn't have any ammunition; it was of no use to him now. He shouted in anger and threw it across the room, completely shattering one of the screens.
He and Eustace walked back to the others. They stared at them. Cindy grabbed her gun and handed it to Jimmy. He fingered it for a moment, but gave it back to her. "The knife," he said. Dave handed Jimmy the knife.
"He is right." Everyone started to protest, but he held up his hand. "Quiet. I know what you're going to say. I know I've been through a lot, kept my head, possibly been a leader, even fought off the killer and saved you guys' lives sometimes.
But when push comes to shove, I run. What do you think I've been doing all night? I figured it out. The way to beat him."
"What are you talking about?" Erik asked.
Jimmy just smiled and shook his head a little. It's so simple. "For the past two years, whenever we've been attacked, we've mocked and made fun of all the horror movie clichés. Virgins don't die, don't leave the group, etc. But we've been following the biggest one of all. The one that nobody even thought of, the one that nobody even realized existed.
Running. They always run. Some fight, but they're still essentially running from place to place. It took me until now to realize it. In the final movie of a trilogy, any rule can be broken. And I'm about to break the biggest one of all. The one that is the core of horror films, the center of the scary universe."
He paused for a moment. "What is it?" Cindy asked.
"I'm not going to run. I'm bringing the fight to him," he said as he walked out of the room, knife in hand.