Chapter 5

Anne wobbled her head around helplessly as Johnny went back up stairs. Cleo saw this as a time for opportunity. "Anne! Anne!," she roughly half-whispered. Anne gazed up at her with tired, distressed eyes. "Anne! Thank god! C'mon! you have to get out of those ropes! that's a hell of a lot easier than what I would have to do! C'mon Anne! You're going to have to untie yourself if you want to get the hell out of here!," Cleo reasoned.

Anne shook her head a bit and tried to work at the ropes with the tips of her fingers. After a few minutes, she started to loosen them. About ten or so minutes later, she started unwinding the ropes from her body. Surprisingly, Anne was free.

"Oh, thank Jesus!," Cleo exclaimed excitedly. "Now come over here and help me down!" She said as she started to swing in the cocoon she was in. Anne looked at her with a disgusted look. "Where has all your makeup gone? Ugh. You're lookin' pretty bad you know..." Anne said. "Oh for the love...Anne! You are not done up either you know! Just come over here and get me down from this damn thing!"

Anne sighed and rolled her eyes as she advanced toward the contraption that Cleo was suspended from. Lazily, she started untying the ropes on the cocoon. Then worked on picking the locks. She unraveled a few more ropes then...

A knife flew from the flight of stairs that Johnny had walked up an hour ago. The knife hit Anne in her side, in which she screamed and fell to the floor in pain. Cleo screamed simultaneously. Johnny then jumped down the flight of stairs with two objects in his hand: A bow in one hand, and a smiley machete in the other. There was an arrow holder strapped to his back. Johnny first went over to Anne and stood over her. Anne Jerked her head up at the last second, when Johnny plunged the machete through her stomach. She screamed as blood started pouring out of her mouth. Johnny drew the machete out of her and then placed the tip of the machete over Anne's forehead. Slowly, and carefully Johnny etched the word "UGLY" back wards onto her forehead. After this, he grabbed a large shard of mirror off of the floor and held it up to Anne's face. Anne screamed one last time, then went unconscious from the blood loss.