The Girl With The Flamethrower

I.VIII.I

"Remember..." Jonathan explains, "Straight into Will's room. And—

Nancy nods, "Don't step on the trap."

"Wait for the yo-yo to move. Then..." Kimberly flicks the lighter on, making Jonathan nod, "All right. You ready?"

Nancy holds her knife up to her hand, "Ready."

"Same," Kimberly follows suit.

"On three. One...two...You don't have to do this—" Jonathan starts counting but stops.

Nancy says, "Jonathan, stop talking."

"I'm just saying, you don't have to—"

"Three."

They all make a slice in their hand.

Kimberly grabs a few bandages and helps the other two clean their wounds so they wouldn't get infected. She quickly cleans her own hand up while Jonathan finishes wrapping up Nancy's hand.

Nancy flinches, "Did you hear that?"

"It's just the wind. Don't worry. My mom, she said the lights speak when it comes."

"Speak?"

"Blink. Think of them as alarms. Is that too tight?

Nancy stutters, "No, it's fine. Thanks."

Kimberly smirks, already feeling the tension between the two even with her back turned to them.

"Nancy?"

"Yeah?"

There's a banging on the door, making them three jump.

Steve calls out, "Jonathan? Are you there, man? It's... it's Steve! Listen, I just want to talk!" He bangs on the door again.

Nancy barely opens the door, "Steve, listen to me."

"Hey. Nancy, what—"

"You need to leave."

"What?" Steve stutters, "No, I'm not trying to start anything, okay?"

"I don't care about that. You need to leave."

Steve stammers, "No, no, no. Listen, I messed up, okay? I messed... I messed up. Okay? Really. Please. I just want to make things right. Okay? Please. Please..." He stammers again, noticing her hand, "Hey, what happened to your hand? Is that blood? Are you—"

"Nothing." Nancy stutters failing to come up with an excuse, "It was an accident."

Kimberly sighed and moved closer to the door, ready to jump in if she was needed.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Wait a sec. Did he do this to you?"

"No."

"Nancy, let me in!" Nancy pushed against the door as Steve tried to get in.

"No. No! No, Steve!"

Steve looked around the room noticing the weapons, "K? You're here too? What is... What the..."

"You need to get out of here," Jonathan spoke up.

"Whoa. What is all—"

"Listen to me. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you, get out of here!"