Chapter 6

Dirk, Keith, Shaniqua, and Ashley stood over the bed, laughing and murmuring to each other. Jeremy had Jenny in his arms, and Jenny was nicely settled in.

"I didn't hear them," Ashley said, with a bit of a giggle.

"I knew that guy was such a pervert," Keith said, as he looked down at Ashley' ass.

Dirk slowly walked up, tightly holding the blanket in his hand, quickly ripping it off. "Wake up, limpdick!"

Jeremy's eyes slowly opened, as he looked to Jenny, who was in his arms. Jenny, too, woke up at this moment. Seeing the arms, around her, she quickly jumped up, as did Jeremy.

Dirk merely laughed. "Had fun last night, eh pencil-penis?" He let out a deep laugh, and slowly walked away. Keith shook his head in disgust and walked off. Ashley and Shaniqua slowly shoved Jeremy out of the room, and closed the door. The quickly went to Jenny, who was now sitting down, brushing her hair.

"Hurry up hunny," said Shaniqua. "Its 8:03, you have an our before we leave." She walked over to her, and sat beside her. "So… how was it?"

"How was what," she asked, with a bit of a dumbfounded look on her face.

"Yeah," Ashley said, sitting on the opposite side of Jenny. "How was he in bed?"

"Look, we didn't sleep together, we just slept in the same bed, that's all."

"Sure, and I'm Princess Diana, back from the dead." She stood up, and went over to get her things.

"Its cool," Shaniqua said, "we're not gonna tell Bennidict anything, all right?"

"Seriously," she said, looking to them both. "We didn't do a thing. I'm a virgin," she said.

"Whatever," said Shaniqua, who began to get her things together. "I bet it was really good, and she's just hiding out on us."

Jenny sighed, getting dressed rather quickly, as she gathered her things, and went to the minivan outside. The others were inside, as she had her stuff put into the trunk. She slowly sat down, as the door closed, and the minivan went to the airport.

Chapter 7

Jeremy was seated next to Keith, who was, once more, looking at the Playboy he had. He gently took out of his carry on backpack a Twinkie, which he scarfed down within one bite. He looked to Jeremy, and then back to his magazine, smiling a big smile.

"How was it," He asked, with a bit of a laugh.

Jeremy turned to him. "Damn it you jackass me and Jenny didn't have sex last night!"

The entire plane looked to him, and, as he saw them, he slunked back into his seat.

Keith merely laughed at this. Jeremy then punched him hard in the arm. "Hey," he said, "that hurt! I'm telling on you!" He got up from his seat, and walked over to Bennidict.

"Mr. Bennidict," he said, looking to him. "Jeremy punched me in the arm."

"Sit down and shut up," he said to him, "this isn't the Kindergarten. This is show business." With a sigh of defeat, Keith returned back to his seat.

The remainder of the flight was bearable; they exited the plane and went over to yet another "Dangertainment" van, which they all once again piled into.

Just before entering the van, though, Jenny's eyes caught the license plate; they were in California.

Bennidict was in the front seat, and he looked back. His male assistant was driving the van. He began to speak. "For the time being, I can tell you what township we are going to; its Farevale, California. Now, here are the rules. You may not leave the house until the broadcast is over. Anyone who does, shall be disqualified, and will not receive any prizes. Those who are able to bear the entire night, will win 100,000 dollars."

The group slowly murmured between them, about the large amount of money mentioned.

"However," he continued, "if any contestants do leave the show early, the money left over shall be divided into your earnings."

"There was another brief murmur between the group of college students. "And also, if anyone damages anything in this place, that money will come out of your earnings. So, be careful. Now, I get to pass these out." Bennidict slowly pulled out a box, and began to hand out several small devices to each of the kids.

"What are these," Dirk asked Bennidict.

"You cameras. They go over your ear, and directly feed into the broadcast. There are several hidden cameras in the location, and then these cameras. So at all times, you are being watched. Got it?"

All the kids nodded their head in agreement. The remainder of the ride was rather quiet and boring; there was little chit chat to do. This wasn't a game anymore, to some, it was a war now. Dirk figured to himself, ' get rid of all of them, that's six hundred grand in the bag.' With a sly smirk, he sat back, crossing his arms.

Shaniqua had a similar idea to that. If she was able to get rid of anyone, should could get herself some nice wheels, maybe a Mercedes Benz. 'Ahh, a beautiful red car. That would be amazing.'

Keith just smirked, and crossed his arms. He had been keeping a close on eye on Ashley's ass all day (and for the most part, all night as well), and then the money idea crossed his mind… and one thought came to his head; 'I could buy A LOT of porn with that.' He sat back, crossing his arms, putting on a strong and sly smile.

Ashley just let it pass her mind. She was rich to begin with, 100,000 was like a 100 bill to her; to her, that was almost pocket money. Still, she continued applying on make up, making sure her image was perfect in her small compact mirror.

Though three seats apart, the money was no matter to either Jenny or Jeremy. They both, whether they felt it, or realized it or not, were drawn here, and, and both of their minds but they were too afraid to say; it couldn't have been coincidence that they both were selected for the show. Jeremy looked up and toward Jenny, who's head was turned around. As he looked down, Jenny looked back to him, and then turned around, just as hid head lifted up.

"Shit," Keith said, "I don't believe it."

The minivan came to a halt in a desert-like surroundings. The van door was suddenly pulled open, as each cast member slowly came out. Jeremy was the last out, and caught glimpes of his surroundings. He was really in awe of it all; he'd never seen such and eerie looking place. The hairs on the back of his neck and arms began to stand up.

Bennidict slowly turned around, and looked to the group. "Welcome, contestants, to the Bates Motel and Mansion, the home of Dangertainment 2."

Chapter 8

A camo-truck slowly drove down an old highway, where no one around, not even a single car nor house, in the giant Californian desert. The driver was talking with his passenger.

"No man, I told you the Sox were never gonna get to the world series. Not since they traded Ruth."

"Well you and your fucking Cubs man, they killed a fucking sheep and lost their ability to play good, well, at all."

"They just have had a bad steak of luck," he returned, "and it was a deer, not a sheep."

"Watch the fucking road!" He grabbed the wheel, narrowly missing a deer. However, the truck came off the road, straddling the boarder between the concrete and sad, as the truck came back with a rumble, a large container silver flew out of the back of the truck, landing on the highway road. The Military truck continued back down the highway road, unaware that its parcel had flown the coup.

While the group prepared to enter the house of one of the most brutal killers of all time, another murder was about to make a grand entrance. An old, Blue, Ford pick up came down the highway, a drunken man at the wheel, along with his wife. She pulled his attention from the road, and gave him a kiss, and upon his attention returning, he slammed into the large container, the container skidding down the road in a sheet of sparks, and the pick up coming a halt. The man, a hillbilly of the sorts, having a rather long beard and in old blue coveralls and a flannel shirt, ran out.

"Oh Jesus, Marie! Its some… space pod!"

"Aliens are real' Howie," Marie replied.

He slowly walked up to it. There was a large hole gaping through the top, where white gas was coming from.

The gently placed his hand on some writing, moving away a minor amount of frost. It read "Property of the United States Military."

"Hunny, you're not-" his voice was suddenly cut off, as a large hand rammed another hole through the metal of the container; and a hole through Howie's head.

The woman sighed, unaware of her husbands rather quick demise. "Hunny," she said, tapping impatiently, "come on…"

As slowly turned around, seeing her husbands body fly into the windshield, smashing it into pieces, several shards cutting her flesh. She screamed, and as his body rolled away from the windshield, she saw a rather large and tall man in tattered old clothes, and wearing a hockey mask over his face. She screamed out loud, and went to the back of the truck through the small window, reaching for the pump shotgun, which was just out of reach. The form bent down to the pot, pulling out his machete. He looked to it, as it crumbled into dust from being freeze dried. He tilted his head, and then lifted his head back up, to the task at hand. He went towards the woman, who finally retrieved her dead husband's pump shotgun.

She came out of the car, holding the shotgun. She pumped it once, as Jason came up, she placed the barrel into his chest, aiming for his heart. "Die, you son of a bitch!" She pulled the trigger.

Nothing. The shotgun was empty. She then looked up with fearful eyes, as the monster slid his hand between his body and the barrel of the pump, and rammed his fist inward; the guns stock running straight through the windows stomach. She coughed up blood, and looked upon the final thing she'd see; the hockey mask; as Jason ripped the stock of the gun upward; tearing the woman in half. As the dead body fell to the ground, he looked down at it, tilting his head at it. He dropped the gun, and went to the back of the track.

And, much like a good hillbilly farmer, he had a long and sharp, practically brand new ax, which Jason took, and admired the blades beauty. As slowly turned his head, as he heard a large bang down the road some ways. His head slowly turned in that direction, as his body followed, and he continued on through the desert, in search of it; and some new blood.

Chapter 9

"Many years ago, Norman Bates murdered his mother and her boyfriend, by putting strychnine in their tea while they slept in bed. It was believed that his mother had done it, a murder suicide. However, it became evident many years later Norman murdered his mother, when he was discovered, after murdering a woman by the name of Marion Crane and a private detective." Bennidict pointed over to the motel. "Marion was murdered in the shower of cabin one, and," he pointed up to the house on the dirt hill. "The detective was killed in that house there." He began walking towards the house, as the group slowly followed behind him. "Norman's mind had made a split personality after he murdered his mother. He stole her corpse and treated it, so he could keep it. His mind slowly morphed, and he actually, in his crazed mind, became his mother. Then, twenty two years later, he was released. Yet another string of murders occurred, and were all blamed on Lila Loomis, the sister of Marion Crane, and her daughter Mary. Mary found Lila's body, and tried to kill Norman. But she was shot to death by the cops, and Norman continued his murder spree.

"A very short time thereafter, Bates killed a woman, named Emma Spool, became missing. It turned out he had murdered her, too, and started his whole psycho-mind frame of his mother being alive. He was finally arrested. However, it was thought to be over, when he died."

Keith looked to the house and tilted his head. "I thought that house burned down, Norman did it when he turned away from all that."

"No, Keith, that's a myth," he said, laughing at Keith. "That's just a house fable. The house still there, isn't it?"

Keith looked to it, and took in a deep breath. "Well, yeah."

"So, how could it have burned down?" He said no more. "All right everyone, this is the beginning of the broadcast. Go up to the porch, and prepare to enter the house of Norman Bates. Bennidict stood back, as the group slowly approached the house, standing on the porch.

"Let the show begin!" Bennidict raised a gun into the air, and fired it off, and the loud gun shot was heard all throughout the valley, and one hockey masked ax wielding maniac could hear the noise, as well, as he made his way toward the location.

The group slowly entered the house, and walked straight in. The house was rather dark, and the only light was from the windows outside. There was a small box on the ground, filled with flashlights. Everyone picked up one, and began to slowly walk inside. They slowly split up, Jeremy and Jenny going upstairs, and Keith following close behind. Ashley, Shaniqua, and Dirk slowly began to explore the first floor of the house.

Dirk slowly went to the staircase, and looked down into the basement, which the door was half closed. He began to slowly go down the stairs, and the girls stood atop, looking to him. "You're going down there first," asked Ashley.

"Better to start top dow-" his voice was cut as he suddenly fell down, and the girls gave a scream. He stood up, pulling his foot from the stairwell. "Damn fucking old wood, its rotting to shit."

He slowly, and carefully, continued down the stairwell. He pushed open the door, and gently moved his flash light through the room, looking about. Even though he was a tough guy, even he could sense something wrong with it. He turned around, and walked up the stairs. "There's nothing," he said, passing by them, and going directly for the kitchen, the girls behind him in a small huddle, as they went into the kitchen.

The room had faded and old patterned wall paper; and it was immensely covered in a layer of dust years in the making. Some of the cabinets doors were open, and some were shut, and there was a container or two lying all around in the room, with a old kitchen table with two chairs around it. The back door was closed shut, and the entry into the living room and from the hallway was the only way to leave the old kitchen. Dirk went over to a drawer, and slowly pulled it open. A knife was in it. He slowly pulled it out, looking it over. It looked almost brand new, compared to some of the things in the draw along with it. He shook his head, and just set it back inside.

The girls slowly scanned over the room, looking at random things. Shaniqua went over to the oven, which was making a squeaky noise. She slowly opened a door, and something lunged at her. She fell back to the ground, and let out a shriek.

Ashley and Dirk rushed over to her, as a mouse slowly scurried away from them. "Jesus…" Dirk said, looking to her. "You sounded like you were being murdered."

"I thought I was." Ashley helped her up. Then, they heard a scream louder than hers, coming from upstairs. They rushed in the direction, running up the long stair well.

Chapter 10

Jenny and Jeremy slowly climbed the stairwell, and upon reaching the top, entered the first door, straight to their right. They admired the old room, which was very dark. They slowly pressed through into it. There was a vanity table pushed into the back wall to the right; and the bed was right next to it. Across, on the wall closest to them to the left, was a old cabinet. As they slowly walked in, Jenny went to it, and opened it; inside, was an old flower printed dress, and a wig, which was gray, which she inspected a bit.

Jeremy walked over to the vanity table, opening a drawer, which was dusty and yet also empty.

"This is where he killed his first two human beings," Keith said, as Jeremy and Jenny turned to him. Keith slowly walked over to the side of the bed, looking to it. "He left a tray of iced tea and two cups, for his mother and her lover, filled with poison. He watched, from the doorway, as his mother and her boyfriend slowly died from the poisoning… enjoying every minute of it."

"Keith, don't you have somewhere to be," said Jenny, getting disgusted with him.

"Whatever." He slowly turned around, and left the room, as Jenny went over to Jeremy, and whispered lowly. "That guy really creeps me out."

"Keith? Don't worry about him, he'll get his one day, all jerks like that do."

Jeremy slowly patted her upon the shoulder, and then looked to her, but, really looked to her for the first time. He hadn't really noticed how beautiful she was, until this moment.

This also gave Jenny the time to let Jeremy sink in. Neither realized the two minute silence between them, of just thought about each other.

"So…"

"So…"

Jeremy slowly moved in, placing a hand upon her cheek, his lips approaching hers ever so slowly. As he closed his eyes, he heard a shrill of terror from a near by room. He pulled back, and Jenny whipped around.

"Shit," she said, "that's Keith." She ran out of the room, followed by Jeremy. The other three rushed up the stairs, and to a room. Jenny slipped over something blocking the way, and fell to the floor. Jeremy stopped, and looked to what it was. It was Keith. There was a butcher knife plunging out of his stomach. Jeremy slowly stepped over his body, and went over to Jenny, helping her up. She was crying gently, as was Ashley.

"Oh my God," said Ashley, in mid sob.

Dirk looked around, a face of angry upon him. "Who did this! I'll kill you… who did this!"

There was suddenly a laugh. Keith stood up, and looked to the group, opening up his shirt, showing a fake piece of skin with a knife in it. Dirk walked over, his fist in the air, but Ashley stopped up.

"That jackass is not worth it," she said, pulling them away.

Jeremy held Jenny to his side, and slowly walked out of the room, looking back to Keith, who was all smiles, as he turned around, and admired the room.

"I'll beat the crap out of him," Jeremy said, "if you want me to."

She sobbed once more. "No… don't… he's not worth the energy. Like you said, he'll get his some day."

They slowly entered the mothers old room once more, as a form, holding a knife, slowly headed for the room Keith was in.