Welcome To Fright Night… For Gag Reel
Peter Stake-Gun mishap
His luck had never been the greatest. Peter knew this. He knew it from when he was a kid and his parents got eaten by a vampire. He knew from when he managed to always have malfunctions with his stage equipment, or his wardrobe, especially his wardrobe. Peter knew his luck wasn't good, but he never expected it to go this far south.
Peter and Charlie were walking in the hallway when they heard Amy yell from somewhere in another room. Peter wasn't an idiot. "You know this is a trap." He said to Charlie.
The boy just nodded and said, "I'm counting on it."
Peter wanted to smack Charlie so bad just then. Was the kid suicidal? If he was Peter didn't want to be around him. He might have been drunk enough to come help but he wasn't drunk enough for suicide. He stood behind Charlie while Charlie opened a door and walked into another room.
Something grabbed Peter's shirt and sent him flying backwards. "Woah!" He screamed as he flew threw the air. What had just happened? He had a feeling it wasn't good whatever it was. And that feeling intensified when he looked up and saw Him.
It was the man that had haunted his nightmares for so many years. The vampire that killed his parents. "Look at you all grown up. Welcome to Fright Night, for real."
Peter stood up fast and got his gun ready. He fired the first shot, missed. "You got your mother's eyes." He fired again, missed. "Your father's aim." Jerry was coming closer. Peter fired again, yes a shoulder hit. "Better." Dammit, it didn't even affect the vampire.
Peter started to aim again but there were steps behind him he didn't see. He lost his footing and fell down into the dirt floor. "Oh, Fuck!" He scrambled to get back up and standing, not wanting to be any more vulnerable than he had to be around this creature.
He watched as Jerry knelt down and picked something up. His heart was pounding in his chest. Who could know what Jerry was going to do to him? What could Peter do to defend himself? Off the top of his head, jack shit.
Jerry looked at what he picked up for a moment. Then, he threw it forward aiming straight for Peter's head. Whatever Peter had expected it wasn't a pebble. It landed right above his eyebrow, hitting him just hard enough to make a small cut. "Ow! Really? A pebble, that's it?" Peter had definitely expected more than that. A drop of blood from the cut that Peter had on his finger dripped onto the dirt.
Jerry gave Peter a somewhat blank stare, and then pointed to the wall of the basement. Peter looked over to where Jerry was pointing and heard something, multiple somethings. There had to be many vampires in the walls, buried in the earth of the basement. Now he knew why Jerry hit him with the pebble, to cause just enough damage to draw blood. "Shit!" Now Peter knew he was in trouble.
Hands, feet and legs started coming out of the walls. People were coming out of them like ants from an anthill. Growls and grunts from all of them. Peter spun around trying to see them all but there were too many. One jumped towards him when coming out of the wall. "Fuck!" Peter said and immediately jerked back away from the new vampires.
He remembered something he'd brought with him. A weapon he didn't necessarily think he would use, but one that he was glad be grabbed, a stake gun. He started to reach into his back pocket to grab it. It started to come forward but then it stopped. It had gotten stuck on his trench coat.
Jerry laughed at Peter's attempt to be brave, especially at how it had botched badly. Peter wiggled and twisted, focused on getting that gun out of his jacket. That was when they pounced. One of them latched onto his arm and before he could really do any fighting they all latched on, somewhere. In the attack he completely dropped the stake gun, since it had became loosened from where it had been stuck.
It hurt like hell! Peter screamed at first but the pain got to be so much that he just moaned a little. How long had they been there, on top of him? It felt like five maybe ten minutes but he figured they had only been there one or two at the most. The way it hurt, he almost wished they would kill him. He gave the odd curse at them, but that didn't do anything other than waste his breath.
Peter heard a gunshot. That wasn't him, so he could only think that either Jerry had gone bat shit ballistic or Charlie had survived. He seriously hoped it was the latter. Sunlight started hitting the vampires on him making them scatter. Charlie came running, and one of them grabbed his gun making Charlie fall forward onto the ground. He almost got nailed by one of the vampires but he just got inside the sunlight before she grabbed him.
"How you holding up?" Charlie asked.
Peter sat up some. "Fucking great." He doubted they were going to make it out alive, plus he'd lost so much blood he was barely able to sit. If they made it out he was going to have to make a trip to the hospital that was for sure.
"Mark?" Charlie yelled to one of the vampires. Peter was guessing Charlie knew him from somewhere.
The vampire lunged forward a little bit. "You're dead now asshole!" The vampire hissed at them both, and Peter assumed that mean him and Charlie hadn't gotten along before and definitely didn't get along now.
Jerry started making strange music sounds from across the basement, distracting both of them from the others. Whatever Charlie and Peter were going to do to make it out alive they knew they had better hurry because they were running out of time. Peter didn't want to be rude but he seriously was beginning to doubt Charlie, and wished badly that he'd just stayed at home content to hide away. This hero stuff was harder than he thought.
Jerry talked to Charlie, making a comment here about fear, and there about Amy. But Peter heard little of it. "I'm smoking." He stared at his hand, in both shock and horror.
"Yeah, you're turning." That Peter heard, as well as Jerry saying that they could wait and the sun had to go down. Peter reached in his pocket for his cigarettes and found that with the stake gun, they had fallen out. He did have some Midori, but no smokes.
Peter took a big swallow when he saw Amy kissing Jerry, then Jerry letting her drink blood from his chest, only to continue kissing her. Charlie stared at the ground and shook his head. Peter saw the grief, anger and everything else. He also saw that he was smoking more than ever, even though he wasn't smoking. "You don't think he'd be distracted enough by her just to walk up and shove it right in his chest do you?" It was a joking suggestion, and Peter knew it wasn't the time to be making jokes, but he was nervous.
Charlie looked at him, then back to Jerry. "One way to find out." He stood up and grabbed the stake from his belt. Charlie looked down at Peter, "You wouldn't happen to have a lighter or anything like that would you?" He whispered.
Peter felt his pocket, and yes, the cigarettes fell out but the lighter didn't. "Yeah." Peter took it out and held it out to Charlie, thinking the boy might have had cigs of his own or something.
Charlie quickly put his mask and goggles on, then Peter smelled it, the kerosene. "That's your plan." He couldn't believe it, he knew the kid was nuts but now he thought he was suicidal.
Charlie looked at him through the goggles, "Actually it's your plan." He grabbed the stake and looked up to see Amy and Jerry still going at it. Peter carefully held out the lighter and made contact with Charlie's pants. The boy charged and the battle was on.