Rosalie wandered up the stairs after Emmett after his extended absence. She hurried up into the kitchen area, calling out his name.
"Emmett!" Rosalie looked around the vacant room for her boyfriend. "I'm starving Emmett! No sex games til I've eaten."
There was nothing - not a sound. Rosalie went to flip the switch to illuminate the room better but she held off so they wouldn't be caught for loitering or breaking in to school's eatery.
"Inconsiderate party of one.." Her eyes scanned her dimly lit surroundings. "Emmett come on!"
Rosalie began to walk back toward the stairwell though noticed a green light go on by the old, pulley-style elevator that was used mostly for dirty dishes to be transported. A clicking sound indicated it had stopped on that level and she slowly paced the room.
A smirk spread across her face, as she was accustomed to Emmett playing pranks on just about everyone; though there was a twinge of anxiety looming in her midsection.
Rosalie yanked up the sliding door and snickered when Emmett sat with his back facing her.
"Em.." she touched his shoulder and shook him gently, causing Emmett to slump back, a heap of dead weight that exposed a long gash from each to ear to ear along his throat.
Rosalie screamed and jumped back, unable to take her eyes off the grave wound as tears welded in her eyes and shock began to set in.
"Emmett.." she whimpered. "Emmett!" Rosalie shook him but his lifeless body just shifted, sinking into the side of the small space with lifeless eyes that looked back at her.
Finally, Rosalie's brain connected with her body and she signaled her legs to move, taking only a few running steps in the opposite direction before another shriek escaped her lips.
Michael Myers stood staring at her from across the room, a bloody kitchen knife dangling from his right hand as he cocked h is head to one side, examining his prey.
"Oh fuck," Rosalie whined as she rushed back toward the pulley system and lept on top of Emmett's body, struggling to reach for the door handle.
Michael paced the room, walking fast toward her, his body getting closer and closer.
Rosalie slammed the door down, cursing when Emmett's arm hung in the way, preventing it from closing all the way. It left enough space for Michael to swipe his knife in and slash her leg.
Rosalie cried out in pain but managed to push her dead boyfriend's arm out of the way and slam the door shut before smacking the button to make the elevator go up.
She began to cry to herself in a state of disbelief and panic. Her eyes landed on Emmett's and she had to look away, having the urge to throw up as she did.
When the elevator finally came to halt at the next level she hurried to get out, feeling her left leg become entangled with Emmett's in the struggle.
"Please-" she began to say aloud to no one in particular as she felt a pain unlike any other that was accompanied by a loud slam.
Rosalie looked back over her shoulder seeing the lower half of her leg wedges between elevator and the ledge, a product of Michael cutting the rope and sending the elevator back down the shaft. It was stuck on Rosalie's leg now and she managed to pull the nearly severed limb out of the deadly spot it was wedged in.
She cried out in pain as the elevator slammed down at the bottom of the shaft from the level she had just come from. Her lower leg was now hanging by a thread and she cried out mercilessly like an animal caught in a snare.
Rosalie began to crawl, her nails scraping against the floor as she dragged her severely wounded leg. She knew she wouldn't make it far and only could pray that whoever had attacked her wouldn't make the trek up a floor.
When his shadow appeared on the wall all hope was lost.
"Oh shit," she cried, backing up and beginning to beg for her life when Michael emerged from the stairwell.
"Please." The word squeaked from Rosalie's mouth. "Oh please.."
Michael wasn't phased by her begging. If anything it egged him on and he didn't hesitate to finish her off, plunging the knife into Rosalie again and again and again.
In the basement Edward and Bella sat with their arms around one another listening to the soft music playing, completely unaware of the nightmare taking place two floors up.
A loud slam caught their attention and Edward rose to his feet to turn off the radio. He listened for a moment and then turned to Bella.
"They've been gone awhile," he commented.
"What do you think they're doing?" Bella raised her eyebrows and gave him a smirk, making him chuckle.
"We could give them a cheap scare."
Bella stood up and linked her fingers through his. "Let's go."