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Jimmy and Cindy continued going through the halls in silence, their only light coming from their flashlights. They grabbed each other's hand, both to stay together and for comfort. Jimmy decided he needed to get something off his chest.
"Cindy?" he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I know I've said it before, but I just want to say it again. You know, incase something happens. I love you, Cindy. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe we wasted that whole year in fifth grade arguing. Just know that I love you, alright?"
Cindy smiled and nodded. "And I love you too."
Jimmy was trying to think of a plan when the phone rang. Jimmy picked it up.
"You think you're smart? Well-," the angry killer started to say.
"Water runs, water flows. It's tough as nails or soft as snow. It flows from high to low, I think you know where to go," Jimmy said before hanging up. He turned to Cindy.
"What the hell was that?" she asked.
Jimmy put the phone back in his pocket. "What? The first killer did it a couple years back. It sounded cool. I wanted to try," Jimmy explained.
"So, to the basement?" Cindy asked.
"Damn, you're smart," he told her as they ran towards the stairs.
A few moments later Jimmy and Cindy emerged from the stairs into the basement. He tightened his grip on her hand and ran through the rooms until he entered the wine cellar.
"Quick, smash them," he told her as he knocked over a shelf of ancient wine. The variously colored liquids swirled on the floor.
Cindy did as she was told, but was very confused. "Why are we doing this?"
Jimmy continued smashing as many bottles as he could. "No time to explain. He'll be here any second."
They both froze and perked their heads up when they heard the stairs creak a few rooms away. "Trust me and play along," he told her.
Cindy nodded as Jimmy pulled out his cell phone and placed it on the floor. "Stay on the dry part of the floor. Over there," he said while pointing. Cindy ran over there. Jimmy took a few steps back and hit himself hard across the face. He began to bleed.
He pulled out his knife with one hand and Sarah's cell phone with the other. He opened the cell phone and hid it in his fist. They could hear the killer a few rooms away, opening a door. Jimmy took a deep breath. "Cindy! Don't do it! I didn't mean to cheat on you! Cind, put the knife away! God, please, AHHHH!" he shouted as he slammed the knife into his leg and collapsed onto the floor. He landed face-first on the glass. He could feel the warm blood cascading down his leg. He closed his eyes as the killer burst into the room.
Cindy was terribly confused. She tried to shoot the gun at the killer when he entered the room, but he didn't even flinch. He had emptied Mr. Benjamin's gun a while back. The killer took out his gun and advanced towards Cindy. She raised her hands up in the air and backed up into the wall.
The killer glanced from Cindy to the motionless Jimmy lying on the floor. "What did you do to him?" the killer asked. He wasn't using the device to talk. Cindy thought it sounded familiar.
Trust me and play along. "That little bastard cheated on me! He's lucky I didn't rip his freakin' brainstem out and whip him with it!" Cindy angrily shouted.
Jimmy lay on the ground, straining his ears to hear. Great job, Cind. He very slowly moved his thumb to the phone and hit a number. 5...
"Looks like you saved me some trouble. I'll make it painless as a thank-you."
Cindy quickly glanced over at Jimmy. "Who are you?" she angrily asked the masked man. Jimmy hit another number. 5...
The killer laughed, but still held his gun steady. "I can't believe you haven't figured it out. I would have thought you were smarter than that. I guess you're just another dumb blonde," he said while removing his mask. 5...
"Tim?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, Tim. Did you notice I was the only cast member missing? God, you're so stupid. I'll never understand how you managed to beat those two other killers." 2...
Tim, why?" Cindy asked.
Tim laughed. "The same reason you agreed to do this movie. Money. Mr. Benjamin told me if I helped him with this, I'd get a bigger role in his next movie. He's the best in the business. I could be the next Tom Cruise," he told her. 7...
Cindy became angry again. "So you killed him?"
Tim shrugged. "Had to, babe. I have to look out for number one, after all. That's the reason I started this thing. And it will work out better than I had even hoped. Imagine, me, the lone survivor of these killings. I'll be the most known kid in the world!" 9...
Come on Jimmy, do whatever it is you have planned. Now! "You're a monster!"
"No. Freddy Krouger is a monster. I'm a new age businessman. I'm just sorry I have to kill such a pretty young girl. Oh well. Say hi Benjy for me," he said. 6...
Hey Tim!" Jimmy shouted. A shocked Tim turned his attention to Jimmy. "You can say hello yourself!" Jimmy triumphantly shouted as he pressed the send button.
As Jimmy's cell phone started ringing in the pool of wine, Tim received a mild electic shock. He screamed in pain as he dropped the gun. He fell onto the ground and crushed the cell phone.
"My turn!" Cindy shouted as she ran at Tim. He tried to get up, but she got to him first and kicked him hard in the face. Already weakened by the electrocution, he was in no shape to fight back. He tried to block her blows, but she connected nearly every time. He collapsed onto the ground, bloody and straining for breath.
"You ok?" Cindy asked as she ran over to Jimmy. She pulled the knife out of his leg and threw it on the ground. Jimmy grabbed her hand, and she pulled him up. He took off his shirt and bandaged his leg.
"Yeah, good job," he told her as he hobbled over to Tim. He stopped for a second to pick up the gun. He cocked it and continued towards his fallen opponent.
"Jimmy, call an ambulance. I need help," Tim moaned.
Jimmy just smiled and bent down. He kneeled on his good knee and stared Tim in the eyes. "First rule of horror films, finish the killer when you have the chance," he said before aiming the gun at Tim's head and pulling the trigger.