CHAPTER EIGHT
A "GOOD" IDEA
In the basement, Donna was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. "Jerks! Eric's gonna come down here and kill your sorry asses!" she yelled. "Right and pigs fly." Fez laughed. "God I wish I was standing up right now, I'd kick your ass!" Donna snapped. "Heh, heh, yeah I bet you do. Well, you aren't." Laurie chuckled evilly. Wait a second, where the hell is Eric? Donna thought. "You won't have to worry where Eric is in just a second." Fez said. "Huh? D-did I say that out loud?" Donna asked. "Whoa, no you didn't. Wow I have a power at last," Fez said proudly. Then he frowned. "it's useless though. Damn!" Laurie then felt a weird burning in her palm. She looked down to see a black, fiery triangle in her hand. "Whoa!" she gasped. "What?" Fez turned around and saw the blond skank's new power. His jaw dropped. "Damn!" he yelled. Donna rolled her eyes. "This is gonna be a while." she sighed.
Eric still had Jackie tied to that pole. "Your little friend told us there was only ONE way to kill something like you," Eric said. "tell me. Now." "No fricking way!" Jackie opposed. "Oh, well, then. I'll just have to figure it out...myself." Eric replied. He took a pocket knife and stuck it in Jackie, but that didn't even phase her. Then he tried many other things. A gun, a spear, a flashlight. Nothing worked. "Numbskull." Jackie giggled. She then thought, He'll never find out what kills us! For it is...CRASH! Downstairs, something had definately broke. Eric went down without thinking twice. Jackie struggled to get free of her tied place, but was unsuccessful. She pulled and pulled. Nothing happened. She then sighed and leaned back.
Eric was downstairs, and he then saw what broke. There was a large, triangle shape cut out of the glass. "What the hell?" he turned and saw Laurie standing at the door to the basement. She had her dark triangle, ready to throw it. "Laurie?" Eric called. "Yes, it is me, little brother." Laurie smirked. She threw the triangle at Eric. He jumped out of the was right in time, but Laurie threw another that hit Eric right in the arm, where his other gash had been two years ago. He held his burning arm and winced in pain. Laurie got prepared to throw another.
Authors Note: Okay I usually NEVER include these, but HELP ME! I'm now open for ideas (always have been) right now! PM me if you have any clue of what the one thing is to kill the living dead. I wanted to make it be "light" but I changed my mind so I'm open for suggestions. Either email me at or PM me if you have any. Thank you.