Chapter 4- The Blair Whatever

9:00 A.M Looking for Gallows

Clive ran forward, twigs snapping at his face. "Gallows? Gallows! Where are you, Gallows? My God, why does he have such a weird name?" Clive came upon a grassy clearing, his head whipping from right to left. "Gallows? Gal-Ohhhhhhh God!"

"What?" Jet and Virginia appeared beside him.

"It's him!" Clive looked close to puking. "Look!"

Laying on the ground in front of them, was the bottom half of a human body, legs laying limply on the ground.

Jet stared, face chalky white.

Virginia shrugged. "Maybe he's okay."

Clive stared at her. "He's not okay. Half of his body is gone! How okay is that? Half a body guy! The top two things of the list in which he's not is a woman and okay...and a full body guy." He looked close to crying. "He's not anymore... Oh Gallows... I hardly knew the guy..."

Jet was silent.

"No..." Virginia kept whispering under her breath. "It isn't him."

"It's him," Clive said nodding. "Those are his clothes!"

"Well, he buys off the rack!" Virginia exclaimed. "It could be anyone!"

Clive reached into the Jean pocket of the corpse and took out a license. He showed it to Virginia. "This is his license!"

The picture showed Gallows wearing a pair of sunglasses with his tongue sticking out. The info was crazy:

Sex? Hair: Brownish black Eyes: Blind BL

"Thief!" Virginia shouted.

"It's him..." Clive murmured. "It's him. But I'm so glad it's not me. I rather have him be a half body guy than me...

12:00 P.M Watching Clive

Clive was curled up under a tree, arms wrapped around his legs, muttering under his breath.

"Clive, c'mon," Jet said softly.

"Don't give up on us man..." Virginia whimpered.

Clive didn't seem to hear them. "Hassfsauada...shark...Hassufaaada...tent...Hassfauada...half body guy...Hassuafasda...we're all gonna die..."

9:00 P.M In the dark

Virginia had the camera pointed at her face, tears falling down her cheeks. Everything around her was pitch black. "I am so scared right now. I just wanna apologize to Clive's wife. He's really freaking out right now. And to Gallows's grandmother. Gallows is like, dismembered and everything. I love you Uncle Tesla...and Ricky Martin."

She blinked. "I'm scared to close my eyes. I'm scared to squint. I'm scared to cross them...maybe I can cross them." She crossed her eyes.

"Duuude..."

Virginia whirled around with a gasp.

"Duuude..."

"GALLOWS!" Virginia screamed.

9:05 P.M Running through the woods

It filled their ears again.

"Duuude..."

The three ran through the woods, twigs snapping at their faces, panting, with Jet in the lead followed by Virginia and Clive. Their flashlights whirled around in the darkness.

"Gallows?" Jet shouted.

"You out there man?" Clive yelled.

"Where are yooou...?"

Virginia whimpered as she ran.

"He's over there!" Jet cried as he looked into the direction that a freaky wood sign with "Death House" written on it pointed at. Jet ran in the direction, stopping shortly as a house appeared before him. "It's a house... Oh, man..." He looked down at the wall of the house which was nicely layered in stones. "Hey, that's nice stone work..." he admitted.

"GALLOWS!" Virginia's voice came.

Jet snapped his fingers. "Oh-right-Gallows." Followed by the others, Jet ran around the house, finding the front door slightly opened.

Virginia blinked. "It's dark. It deranged. It's spooky. Let's go inside."

They rushed into the house, finding the wallpaper to be peeled as such with blood stains of hands all over it.

"Omigawd..." Clive murmured.

The voice came again.

"I'm by the stairs..."

Jet leaped forward, rushing up a nearby stairs.

"JET!" Clive and Virginia yelled in surprise.

Jet looked around at the large empty room the stairs had led him to. "I don't see ya, man!"

"I'm downstairs, man..."

"Downstairs, downstairs... Hold on man!" Jet yelled as he leaped the whole length of the stairs, landing with a loud thud on his feet.

Trembling, Clive and Virginia followed Jet as he found and rushed down the basement stairs.

"You're gettin' warmer... Gettin' warmer... Warmer..."

"Hang on man!" Jet cried, running around a corner. "I'm almost there! I'm almost-ACK!"

THUD!

Hearing this noise, Virginia and Clive rushed around the corner and screamed. Jet faced the wall in the corner of the room, back turned to them, head lowered.

"JET!" Virginia and Clive screamed. "JEEEEET!"

Surprisingly, Jet whirled around and glared at them, zippering up his fly. "My God, can't a guy take a leak?"

Virginia and Clive froze.

"Sorry..." Clive muttered.

Jet's gaze suddenly shifted to behind the other two, and his face went white and pale. A choking sound came from his throat and he began to shiver.

Virginia stared. "What is it?"

Jet pointed behind her. Clive and Virginia turned around and went wide eyed with fear. "T-T-The B-Blair W-W-Whatever...!" Jet whispered hoarsely.

The creature emerged from the shadows, and the three gasped.

"Franken-Jet!" Virginia yelled.

It was indeed Franken-Jet whom stood before them.

Clive looked from Franken-Jet to the original. "Are you two...related?"

Jet shook his head. "Never seen him in my life."

Franken-Jet bowed his head. "I sorry... Have bad brain... Not help it..."

Virginia blinked. "What did you do to Gallows?"

Franken-Jet flinched a little. "Oh...he fell apart...little bit..."

Clive blinked. "Ummm...sir...can we go?"

Franken-Jet shook his head. "No... I monster. Must kill." He gave a shrug. "We party first?"

The other three looked at each other with a shrug then nodded.

"Okay," Virginia agreed.

And so, the three filmmakers partied on with Franken-Jet with a disco ball and everything in the basement, then died a gruesome death just like Gallows.

THE END

Author's note: First FanFic done! Talk about a strange ending. Now on to finish Franken-Jet...