The characters in the dream sequence are not celebrities, they are depicted as high school seniors.Part IV: The Final ChapterWritten by Dark_Swordsman
Starring Mary Elizabeth Winstead
Featuring appearances by Anna Kendrick, Aubrey Plaza, Brie Larson and Elizabeth Olsen
The sun starts to set over the city of Los Angeles, casting 69th Street and its twin rows of luxury houses in a bright orange glow. House now thoroughly decorated, Anna Kendrick and Mary Elizabeth Winstead are sitting in the lounge, sipping on cups of punch while they await their guests’ arrival. Suddenly, the doorbell rings and Anna leaps up from the sofa, hurrying excitedly out into the hall.
“Happy Halloween, bitches! Hope you’re ready to par-,” Anna shrieks, pulling the door open to greet her guests. “Hey, where are the guys?”
Brie Larson chuckles from the open doorway. “Nice to see you too, Anna.”
“One track mind, as always,” quips Aubrey Plaza, playful grin stretched across her usually deadpan features. “Don’t worry. They’ll be along soon.”
Crisis averted, Anna ushers her friends inside, greeting them with a warm embrace. Brie and Aubrey are likewise dressed as their
Scott Pilgrim characters, while Elizabeth Olsen, not wanting to feel left out, is kitted out in a sexy devil costume; nabbed from the wardrobe department of her upcoming Marvel show. Ladling each actress a cup of punch, Anna guides the three Hollywood beauties through to the living room. Exchanging cheek kisses with their second celebrity friend, the girls take to Anna’s five piece suite, nursing their drinks as the party gets underway.
“I gotta say, ladies,” says Anna, “your timing is impeccable.”
“It is?” Lizzie asks, swigging from her fruity beverage.
“Mmhmm. Mary here was just about to fill us in on a little dream she’s been having. A wet dream,” Anna hisses softly. “Weren’t you, honey?”
Mary blushes. “I was?”
“Well, you were gonna tell me,” Anna replies. “I’m sure our friends would like to hear about it too. Wouldn’t you, girls?”
The ladies chirp excitedly from around the room.
“See,” Anna adds, shooting her friend a devilish smirk.
“OK, well...it’s kinda weird.”
“Hey, I like weird,” Aubrey declares.
“They’ll probably inscribe that on your tombstone, Aubrey,” Brie quips, generating roars of laughter from all four walls.
“So, Mary,” says Anna, once the cackling has finally ceased, “your dream…”
Mary takes a sip of her drink before continuing. “OK, so I’m at this summer camp, and…”
The Final GirlMary looks down and suddenly it’s not a half empty Solo cup clutched in her hand, but a length of rope. Tying it to a wooden post in a complex slip knot, she fastens a swaying rowboat to the dock of the shimmering lake. Hitching the boats was the final job the counselors of Camp Bigwood had been tasked to complete, and with all five vessels now carefully secured, the team are ready for the hordes of campers arriving the following day.
Task complete, Mary looks down at her reflection in the rippling tide. Already ageless face looking noticeably fresher, it seems that this particular journey into her subconscious has transported the actress back to her teenage years. She’s worn her hair short for years now, and yet when she looks at herself in the glistening water, her nut brown locks are hanging down almost to the surface.
Fixing them behind her ears, Mary stands and heads back through the forest, the sounds of her friends’ baseball game continuing in the distance. Emerging from the tree line, she watches as Chad Wilson steps up to the pitcher’s mound, adopting that familiar stance as he prepares to release a wicked fastball. Though, much to Chad’s displeasure, Mary is in fact the only one in the vicinity that has even registered his presence. Every other set of eyes are glued to the god-like figure poised sauvely at the home plate.
Be they waiting batters looking to score some pointers from his flawless technique, or swooning spectators marvelling at what appears to be a spare bat stuffed down his shorts, every one of them can’t help but stare as Todd Martin gets ready to swing. The golden locks of his feathered mullet billow out from under his ball cap. Biceps bulge beneath the sleeves of his Van Halen t-shirt. Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” scores the scene perfectly as it plays from an unseen boombox.
If the sights and sounds are anything to go by, Mary may have been wrong in her estimation of the time period. She hasn’t, in fact, been taken back to her teenage years of the early-2000s at all. Instead, she appears to have quantum leaped all the way back to the early-80s- a time when real life Mary was naught but a glint in her father’s eye.
“Don’t worry, girls,” she says sarcastically, as she approaches her fellow counselors. “Just keep on watching the game. I can manage by myself.”
“Uh huh,” her friends reply in zombie-like unison, still gawking shamelessly at Todd as he readies himself for the incoming pitch.
Mary rolls her pretty brown eyes with a look of resignation. After all, the 18 year-old incarnation of herself is more than familiar with the blonde hunk’s effect on women. For Todd Martin is, quite literally, the boyfriend of her dreams.
She watches with everyone else as Chad flings the ball towards the home plate, delivering his pitch with such gusto that it almost catches alight in mid air. Though, lightning fast as it may be, the throw is no match for Todd. With a swing of his bat, he catches the fastball with a thunderous crack. Following through with his giant biceps, Todd sends the leather-wrapped sphere soaring into orbit, clearing the tree line before him and quite possibly the lake as well, as it disappears into the clear blue sky, never to be seen again.
A near-deafening shriek goes up from his groupies on the sidelines as he tosses his bat and jogs leisurely from base to base, beaming his typically cocky smile as he goes. Rounding the bases at a canter, he trots over to his watching girlfriend, her chums’ jaws swinging open en masse as his monstrous package flops up and down in his shorts.
“See that, babe?” he asks, wrapping an enormous arm around Mary’s back and copping a handful of her ass.
“Mmhmm,” she replies, laying her arms over his hulk-like shoulder blades.
Her friends watch on with palpable jealousy as he puts his lips to hers, smooching her tenderly.
“Dunno ‘bout you, but I kinda feel like celebrating,” he says as he breaks from the kiss, that shit-eating grin of his cockier than ever.
In many ways, Todd is everything Mary hates about the male gender all rolled into one. A vain, self-centred, arrogant douchebag, who treats her like a piece of meat. To him, she is little more than eye candy to parade around on his arm and pound away at like a dog in heat whenever he has the horn. She detests just about everything he represents, but she just can’t say no to that body.
After all, Todd Martin is the proud owner of a ludicrously chiseled frame that would give most NFL linebackers a run for their money. A pair of enormous, slab-like pecs give way to a washboard stomach that is positively rippling with steely abdominals. Though it’s what lies beneath that truly makes him stand out from the crowd, and his muscled groin sports a positively gigantic bulge that his skimpy track shorts are vastly ill-equipped to contain.
“Me too,” Mary replies, the sight of that swollen lump sending her nether regions aflutter. “My cabin is empty.”
“Lead the way, baby.”
“Hey, Todd!” calls Randy Ward. “Where you going, man? We’re only in the fifth inning.”
“Sorry, fellas. You’re gonna have to finish without me. I’m gonna go score a homerun of a different kind, if you know what I mean,” he smirks, thrusting his hips at Mary’s swaying backside as she begins across the field.
*
Once inside the cabin, Todd is all over his girlfriend like a rash. Kissing her neck, he inches up the hem of her long sleeved tee, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside. Latching onto one of her perky funbags, Todd takes her nipple into his mouth and starts to suck. Running her hands through his feathered locks, Mary coos in delight as he tongues at her stiffened teet.
Taking her by the hand, Todd leads Mary over to her skinny single bed, laying her down on the squeaky mattress. Climbing aboard and straddling her slender form, Todd tears off his t-shirt, revealing that body in all its muscle bound glory. Biting her lip at the sight of his frame, Mary runs her hands across his chiseled torso, not stopping until she’s cupping his groin.
Todd grins, dick noticeably swelling as she feels him up. “Wanna see that dick, baby?”
“Please,” says Mary, popping a fingernail between her teeth and gazing up at him seductively.
Whipping down his shorts in one fell swoop, Todd’s massive cock spills out from within and swings between his thighs, his girthy pink head brushing against her midriff.
“Oh my God!” Mary gasps, brown eyes bulging as that big, fleshy beast is released from its cage.
Sitting up and leaning forward, the brown-haired beauty is on it in a flash. Gripping that long, flaccid wang in her soft hands, she gapes her lips apart, mouth drooling as she steers it inside. Head bobbing at his chiseled groin, Mary groans around the thick crown leaking over her tongue. Lips venturing down his length, she feels his cock grow and stiffen as she takes it deeper, slick tongue lapping at the underside.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Suck that dick,” Todd encourages, placing a hand at the back of her head to assist in her sucking.
Slurping loudly at that fat slab of meat, Mary feels his head twitch against her tonsils in practically no time at all, forcing her to expel with a good few inches still left untouched. Laying back down across the narrow bed, Mary can barely keep her eyes off that now rock hard dong, shaft slick with her spittle as he clutches it in his hand. Quite what length it has now grown to, she isn’t quite sure. At least nine inches. Maybe ten. But one thing she is sure of- she wants...no,
needs to feel every stretch of that schlong deep in dripping vagina.
Kissing along her belly as he moves down the bed, Todd slides his fingers under the waistband of her thin cotton shorts and tugs them down, exposing her moist slit to the air. Spreading her legs and crawling between them, he shoots out his tongue and laps at her pussy. Resting her hand at the back of his head, Mary coos as that skilled tongue works its magic on her clit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus!” she says with a purr, pawing at one of her breasts as she’s eaten into ecstasy.
Lips puckered and enveloping her mound, Todd delights in the sugary-sweet taste of her snatch, each masterful lick rewarded with a hot, sticky trickle of her juices. Strong arms wrapped around her thighs, his large hands rest on her tight, toned tummy, the party at the back of his mullet swishing across his shoulders as he scoffs at her steaming twat.
“Oh, shit, baby! You’re gonna make me cum!” Mary groans as that slick, wet tongue encircles her clit, bud throbbing with every practised move.
Grinning maliciously, Todd pries his head from between her legs, leaving his teenage lover incandescent with rage as she teeters on the brink of climax.
“Hey! What the fuck?!” she barks, growling like a timberwolf. “I was about to...OH!” she shrieks as Todd presses his tip against her snatch, quickly stifling any further complaints.
Aligning his dong with her dripping wet slit, he pushes forward and guides it in.
“UHH!!!” Mary gasps as he enters her, his extraordinary length filling her up right off the bat.
Hands clutching her splayed thighs, he holds them apart as he begins to thrust. Starting off slow, he bucks his muscled hips, gradually feeding her every fat, girthy inch. Mary reaches down to strum her clit, trembling already from the size of his rod. It’s not long before he’s going balls deep, that thick fantasy fuckstick reaching in and touching places that no real life cock had ever been before.
“Oh, fuck!” Todd groans, the velvety sides of Mary’s ultra-tight tunnel hugging his pole with every plunge.
Leaning over and kissing her passionately, his big, broad frame looms over hers as he goes at her harder, his ass but a blur as he rails her incessantly. Mattress squeaking like a family of mice, it feels like the entire cabin is shaking to its very foundations as the plundering continues, each powerful stroke making man and woman alike cry out in a fit of pleasure.
Sweat glistening on their naked skin, Mary holds on tightly to his sturdy back, gripping on for dear life as he pounds her into next week. Every stroke tunnelling into her furthest reaches and hitting her g-spot, that orgasm that had been so cruelly denied is clawing at her relentlessly, begging for release. One particularly forceful plunge grants the actress her wish, and her already snug hole grips his girth tighter than ever as a powerful orgasm tears through her slender frame.
“UGGHHH!! YEEESSS!!!” she screams, clawing at Todd’s ass as he continues to plow, each thrust going deeper and hitting harder, dicking her mercilessly through the throes of passion.
Balls brewing as they cannon against her rear, Todd knows that his own rapturous climax won’t be far behind.
“Shit! I’m gonna cum!” he bellows, somewhat unceremoniously, as he prises his dick from her vice-like snatch.
Clambering desperately up the bed, he pulls his prong like a madman as he aims it at her chest. Reaching down and fondling his balls, Mary feels the weight of the spunkwad brewing inside as he strokes himself senseless. Letting out an almighty roar, Todd’s dick erupts like Mount Vesuvius, showering her perky cans with a blast of scolding hot splooge.
“Ah, fuck!” he exclaims, panting heavily as he leans over and kisses Mary on the lips, slumping down beside her and nearly knocking her straight off the bed. “Now
that’s what I call a homerun!” he declares, chuckling to himself as he pulls the sheet up over his body and sprawls out across the mattress.
Mary laughs awkwardly, irritated that another tender moment has been spoiled by her dumbass boyfriend and one of his crass, frat boy jokes. “Yes, well I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Sure, babe,” he says, reaching for a copy of
Baseball Digest. “That’ll give me time to prep for round two,” he adds with a wink.
Mary smiles weakly as she wraps herself in a towel. She crosses the cabin and steps outside. Night has now fallen and Mary negotiates the almost pitch darkness as she crosses the campsite, heading for the shower rooms.
Why do the hot ones always have to be such jerks? she thinks to herself, setting her towel down on a wooden bench. Turning on one of the showers and stepping underneath it, she lets the gushing water soak off the spunk still splattered across her chest.
*
Back in the room, Todd is reclining on Mary’s bed, magazine held up to his face as the cabin door opens with a horror movie creak.
“That was quick, babe,” he asks. “Have a good shower?”
He hears footsteps approaching but receives no reply.
“Not still angry that I stopped going down on you, are you? I made you cum pretty good with my dick, didn’t I?” he adds, gripping his still rock hard cock through the bedsheet.
The footsteps cease. Still no response.
“Fine, be that way. I know you can’t say ‘no’ to this dick, babe. I mean, who could? Want another go? I’m ready when you are.”
Finally, his words elicit a response. Though not of the verbal variety. Instead, Todd hears a series of deep, slow breaths emanate from the figure beside him. A gloved hand reaches out, stroking the head of his cock through the thin white bedsheet.
He laughs. “I knew it. You’re hornier than a herd of rhinos, aren’t you, Mary? Well, go ahead, babe, climb aboard. I ain’t gonna stop ya.”
The breathing becomes faster, more ragged. It sounds frenzied, crazed.
“Babe?” says Todd, finally lowering his magazine, a look of sheer terror etched across his handsome face as he catches sight of the masked form looming above him.
The mysterious figure raises an arm, the blade of a knife catching the light from the bedside lamp as it’s plunged sharply into his throat, severing his trachea. Knife retracted slowly, Todd coughs and splutters on the vital fluids gushing from his wound. A dark red river flowing out from between his lips, Todd jolts upwards, clutching his throat instinctively. Further sluices of blood soak his palms and trickle through his fingers as he gasps for air.
The light in his eyes gradually going out, the coughing and spluttering slows, stopping altogether as Todd’s head slumps back against the pillow. Thick, syrupy blood oozes from his wound and down onto the bedspread as he lays there frozen. The killer slides a pillow out from beneath him and places it over his face. Taking one final glance at their gory handiwork, the masked figure ambles across the cabin floor and disappears into the night.
*
Mary suds her hands with a bar of soap, guiding her soft, foamy mits across her naked form. In spite of herself, the brown-haired beauty can’t help but think about the muscle bound stud waiting for her in her cabin when she returns. And though she partook of his exceptionally large penis not ten minutes before, that girthy rod is once again dominating her thoughts as her hands inch down her groin, massaging her quivering mound.
Letting the water rinse the soap from her skin, Mary turns off the shower, wrapping her body in a towel. A figure watches the young brunette as she crosses the campsite, breathing heavily as she enters her cabin. By now Mary is so horny she can barely think straight. She whips off her towel, drying her hair as she crosses the room.
“OK, you ready, babe?” she asks. “Let’s see if that stamina of yours is as great as you say it is.”
Receiving no reply, Mary looks across at the bed. Todd is laid out across it with a pillow over his head, utterly motionless. Dead to the world.
“Oh, Jesus!” Mary exclaims. “Don’t tell me you’re asleep?! God, it’s always the same with you guys, isn’t it? You’re all, ‘sure, babe, I’m gonna bang you all night long’. Then once you’ve shot your wad, you’re out like a freakin’ light!” She dries herself angrily with her towel. “Well, wake up. You promised me a second round and I’m sure as hell gonna get it!”
She marches across the cabin floor.
“Hey!” she barks, gripping the pillow and tugging it from his person. “I’m talking to y-”
Her words die as she sees his face; cold, stiff and blood-soaked. She shrieks at the top of her voice, showcasing a mighty set of lungs that had held her in good stead during her burgeoning career as a Hollywood scream queen. Mary didn’t need a doctor to deliver the news. Her teenage boyfriend was deader than disco. And by the looks of the tent he was pitching under the bedsheets, rigor mortis was already setting in; his giant cock more rigid than ever as it towered from his groin.
Pulling on her shorts and her long-sleeved tee, Mary darts for the cabin door and runs screaming across the campsite. Stopping outside the nearest lodge, Mary hammers frantically on the wooden door.
“Lori! Cheryl! Let me in! It’s Todd! He’s been…”
Something catches her eye on the window to her left. Ropes of blood are splattered across it, trickling down the clear glass pane. Mary’s heart skips a beat. Tentatively, she opens the door, uttering another ear-piercing shriek as she sees the sliced up bodies of her fellow counselors sprawled out across the blood-drenched cabin.
Lori Henson is entirely naked, slumped against the wall- a yawning hole of spilled-out entrails where her beach tanned midriff used to be. Cheryl Kinney has been decapitated, her severed head laying in a pool of slowly congealing blood. Mary’s face turns white as a sheet, her lower lip quivering as she stares in horror at her two fallen colleagues, their once sumptuous, young bodies carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Turning on her heels, she runs for the next cabin, arms flailing as she gives that impressive set of pipes a further airing. Throwing the door open, she finds more of her friends slashed to pieces, blood dripping from their gaping wounds. Chad Wilson has been pinned to the wall with a machete, the rusted blade sliced straight through his chest. Randy Ward’s head has been turned into mincemeat (at least that’s who she thinks it is- the bashed in face on the cabin floor isn’t exactly a passport photo). His trusty baseball bat lays by his side, tiny bits of brain plastered across the barrel.
Just then, a cabin door is thrust open and out stumbles Nancy Winters, her naked body caked with blood.
“Mary!” she screams. “Dead! They’re all-”
Suddenly, a gloved hand grips her from behind, covering her mouth and muffling her words as a knife is sunk into her back, the sharp tip dripping red as it pokes out from between her D cups. Drawn back slowly, the knife retracts with a loud *SCHLUUUCCCKKK*, leaving a long, narrow slit in the deep valley of her bust. Nancy falls to her knees, then slumps face first into the grass, slowly revealing the small but imposing figure that turned her into a busty blonde corpse.
Mary looks forward at the masked psycho standing before her. Welders mask covering its face, the killer’s stubby frame is clad in red-soaked overalls, blood dripping from the tip of its knife. Quite who it is that’s hiding under that mask is anyone’s guess, but from all her years starring in horror movies, Mary has a pretty good idea of the profile. White male, aged 20-35. Often physically deformed with a history of mental illness. There’s an ironworks nearby. Maybe a disgruntled employee had gone postal, then moved onto the local area to wreak havoc upon the unsuspecting campers. Whoever it may be, Mary isn’t going to stick around to find out. Springing into action, she darts across the darkened campsite.
An axe is sticking out of a nearby treestump and the killer grabs it, quickly giving chase. She bolts into the outhouse and locks the door behind her. Opening the door to the first stall, Mary stifles yet another scream, as the stiff, bluing face of the camp’s resident nerd, Toby McConnell, stares back at her from on top of the toilet seat, a copy of
Playboy clutched limply in his rigid fingers. The masked maniac had clearly caught him in the middle of his nightly chub rub, and by the look of pleasure preserved across his dorky features for all eternity, he appears to have bumped off right at the point of climax, leaving a partially congealed glob of spunk splattered across Miss October. At least he died doing what he loved.
Mary moves onto the next stall- this one thankfully not occupied by a slowly decaying chronic masturbater- and closes the door behind her. She climbs up onto the toilet seat and squats, putting her palms to the walls for support. Her breath grows fast and ragged as the killer turns the handle on the door to the outhouse. Door locked, the killer appears to give up, and Mary breathes a sigh of relief as she hears slow, heavy footsteps leading away from the bathroom door.
Though her solace is short lived, and just a split second later, the head of his axe rips though the toilet wall, shards of splintered wood striking her in the back of the neck. She unleashes a shrill, blood-curdling scream as she sees the axe head protruding from the gap in the wall, the razor sharp edge mere inches from her face. Then it’s drawn back. Slowly. Arduously. Mary is frozen, paralyzed by fear, and there’s scarcely time to react before a second fracturing strike penetrates the bathroom wall.
“AHHH!!!” Mary screams, leaping back onto the floor as the axe head hurtles through the wall, the sharpened edge pricking her nose and drawing blood.
She rises shakily to her feat, fumbling at the lock on the door as the mask-clad psychopath delivers another shattering blow, breaking a window-sized hole in the wall and exposing himself to the terrified girl shrieking away inside. Staring at her menacingly through the visor of his mask, the killer raises the axe laboriously above his head, holding it aloft and bringing it down in a smooth, clean arc. Mary’s sweaty fingers grope desperately at the lock and until finally it clicks open. She sprints from the cubicle and slams the door shut behind her, shuddering violently as the axe head tears through the narrow oak, practically obliterating it in a single hit.
Bolting across the grass with the killer in hot pursuit, Mary immediately recognises the role she’s been thrust into, for it’s a part she’s played on screen many times during her career. The final girl; the female character tasked with taking on the knife-wielding maniac who sliced up her friends and making it to the roll of the credits. And as she hauls ass across the darkened campsite, tits jiggling gloriously as she goes, the brown-haired starlet bears many of the typical traits of the average Hollywood scream queen. Pretty? Ding! Perky chest? Ding! Smart? Ding! Conscientious? Ding! Virgin? Uh uh! That she most certainly isn’t. In fact, the gorgeous brunette is still trembling from the good, hard dicking she’d gotten not 15 minutes before. But still, four out of five ain’t bad.
Mary heads straight for the campers’ cabins at the far end of the site. Kicking open the door to the first cabin, she darts inside, barricading it with a wooden chest. Hiding behind the frame of a bunk bed, Mary hears the killer’s short, but clearly powerful frame strike against the door. The bookshelf scrapes against the floor but holds strong, pinning the door to its frame.
Mary slides open a window, hoping to hop out and disappear into the woods as the masked maniac crashes helplessly against the blocked off door. But suddenly, the ramming stops and the Hollywood scream queen barely has time to turn around before the killer’s overall-clad frame leaps feet first through an unopened window. Mary’s subconscious plays out the action in slow motion, as the window shatters into a thousand tiny pieces and the murderer lands on the floor atop a bed of broken glass. Mary climbs onto the window frame but a strong hand grips a fistful of her shirt.
“AHHH!!! Get the fuck off me, you psycho!” she shrieks as the killer tugs at her top, pulling her back inside.
He swipes the axe at Mary’s head. She ducks instinctively and it sails over her scalp. A swing and a miss. The killer recalibrates and takes another swipe. Mary ducks once more and hears the axehead swish past her head, severing a few locks of hair. Mary backs up as the psycho continues to swing, dodging each attempt until she’s pressed up against the bunk beds with nowhere left to go.
Lifting the axe high above his head, the masked man takes one final look at his next victim as he brings it back down, his disturbed brain fixing to chop through that pretty little head like a piece of firewood. Moving to the side at the very last second, Mary evades that swinging axe one more time, the glistening blade driving vigorously into the bed frame. Sunk deep into the sturdy oak, the killer struggles to wrench it free. Mary makes a beeline for the open window, but he stops her once more, leaving his axe embedded in the bed frame as he wrestles her to the ground.
Gloved hands enclose around her throat, stifling her despairing screams. She reaches up and claws at his hands but they’re too strong, his grip too secure. Mary can feel the life being choked out of her, those powerful mits wringing her neck like a washcloth. She feels around desperately for something...
anything she can use to strike some humanity into this deranged, axe-wielding lunatic.
There’s a dagger-like piece of glass to her right, just out of reach. She coughs and splutters as those unforgiving hands push down on her gullet. Spreading her fingers as wide as they’ll go, she hooks the shard with a painted tip, dragging it across the floorboards and clasping it in her hand. Clutching it tight, the keen edges pierce her sweaty palms, drawing blood as she plunges it into the killer’s bicep.
He cries out from behind his mask as the sharp point burrows in deep. Mary gasps for air, her attacker reeling as the shard of glass protrudes from his arm. She reaches up and grabs at his mask, dying to see what grotesque, hideously deformed man is hiding behind its metal cover.
But nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. Not only was the figure behind the mask neither grotesque or hideously deformed (far from it, in fact), it wasn’t a man at all, and as Mary clawed that mask from the killer’s head, she found herself gazing back at the familiar face of her good friend, Miss Anna Kendrick.
“Anna?!” she asks, her mouth hanging open. Completely dumbfounded.
“Ahh!” Anna hisses, plucking the shard of glass from her arm, a fountain of blood spurting from the wound. “Damn! You got me good, huh?”
“Anna! What the fuck?!”
“No stupid boyfriend to get in our way now, babe,” Anna declared, flashing a psychotic grin. “I’ve got you all to myself.”
“Jesus, Anna!” Mary protested. “I never wanted you to kill him!”
“Well, you weren’t gonna do anything about it, were you, babe? Every day you said you were gonna dump his ass, then that very same night you’d be back in his cabin, sucking him six ways from Sunday! You left me little choice. I took matters into my own hands. I can make you cum better than that loser, anyhow. Even with that big dick of his.”
“But...you killed all our friends too!”
“Well, I couldn’t leave any witness, could I?”
“You almost killed
me, you crazy bitch!”
Anna chuckles. “OK, yeah, I guess I did get a little carried away. But, who knew? It turns out hacking people up is kinda fun!”
Mary stares in horror at the face of her secret lover looming menacingly above her, newfound bloodlust burning in her eyes.
“You’re insane.”
Anna shrugs. “Yeah, maybe I am a bit. Watching someone else fuck your girl night after night is enough to drive anyone a little crazy. But not anymore. Now you’re all mine.”
“You’re kidding, right? You just slashed up the whole camp, you psycho! I wouldn’t date you if you were the last person on earth!”
“Hmm, is that a fact? Well, I’m sorry to hear that, babe. Truly I am. ‘Cause if I can’t have you...no-one can.”
Anna pounces like a Bengal tigress, wrapping her hands around Mary’s neck and choking her out once more. The shard of glass that had pierced Anna’s arm lay on the floor beside her, soaked in her blood. Mary grips it and drives it forward with ruthless, unbridled aggression, sinking it into Anna’s neck.
The killer’s hands loosen around her would-be victim’s throat. Her eyes fall still. Thick drops of blood trickle from between her lips, falling down onto Mary’s face in a steady drip. Then, she collapses, falling onto her former lover in a limp, lifeless heap. Pushing her off, Anna rolls down onto the floorboards; cold, unmoving eyes gazing up at the ceiling above, thin trails of blood running down her cheeks.
Mary rises slowly to her feet. If horror movies had taught her anything, this was the part where the slain killer miraculously resurrects, to launch one final attack on the courageous heroine. That wasn’t going to happen this time. Mary fetches the axe from the splintered bed frame.
“Babe,” she says, lifting it high as Anna’s supposedly dead eyes blink back to life. “I think we should break up.”
She drives it down with unwavering force, the shiny head sinking into Anna’s face, jetting waves of blood every which way and turning her head to mush. She drops the axe and it thuds against the floorboards. Panting heavily, she traipses to the doorway; her hair matted with sweat, face and clothes doused with blood. Pulling the chest back from in front of the door, she takes one final look at the corpse of her friend, pulverized on the cabin floor and sets off into the night.
*
Back in the lounge, Anna’s friends are gawking listlessly at Mary as she wraps up the retelling of her dream.
“Oh my God!” Lizzie exclaims, her gaping mouth nearly sucking up passing flies.
“Wow!” Aubrey adds. “Anna, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“It’s always the ones you least suspect,” Brie declares, smiling devilishly.
“Hey, what can I say? You girls better watch your backs,” Anna quips, miming the stabbing of an invisible knife and drawing laughs from her surrounding friends.
The doorbell rings.
“Ooh! The guys are here!” Anna shrieks, her friends murmuring in anticipation as she hops up from the couch. “Ready, girls? It’s time to party!”
END
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