The mall was completely full during spring break. Whitney Mears and Angelica Jolly sat in the middle of the food court with trays of junk food.
“So what movie are you doing next?” Whitney asked.
“Oh, it’s gonna be a scary movie,” Angelica said as she took a huge bite out of a super-sized burger. “It’s called the Killer’s Killer…Killer. It’s pretty much another one of those teen slasher films from what I’ve read in the script so far. Spoilers alert: I get this big chase scene and this awesome fight scene right before dying gruesomely near the end. Sounds exciting, right?”
Angelica took another bite and finished her burger. She grabbed three large burritos and gobbled them down in three bites before she continued, “If you want, I can sneak you in the set after shooting.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. Wouldn’t you get fire for that though?”
“I’ll give you a Hollywood secret: they don’t fire girls with breasts this huge, especially in a horror film. Why do you think I’m second from last to die?”
“That’s really exploitive and degrading.”
“It's only degrading if it don't sell.”
Angelica finished her extra-large soda in one sip and began cramming a giant bowl of garlic fries into her mouth. Whitney noticed that despite Angelica’s huge diet, she still has a toned body. A tall, slender girl with long blonde hair sat down at Gwen’s table.
“Look who just got out of rehab,” Angelica mumbled.
“I’m so sick and tired of being arrested!” Lindsey Holland complained. “Why can’t the cops just back off and enjoy their freakin’ donuts already!”
“How many times have you been arrested?” Whitney asked.
“Let’s see. There’s my first DUI: hella drunk that time. Then my second DUI: again, but even more drunk. A third DUI: two words...beer gut. And a fourth DUI…so around five to six times.”
“You're one drunken redneck,” Angelica said and gorged an entire pizza down her throat.
“Shut up.”
“Hey everyone!” a fourth girl squeaked as she joined the table. “What a coincidence to meet you all here!”
“I thought you were doing a recording in Los Angeles,” Whitney said. “What happened?”
“My flight got cancelled,” Serena Gomad said. “Apparently, someone thought it was funny to re-enact a scene from Final Destination and caused everyone to panic.”
Serena tied her black hair into a ponytail before noticing Lindsey.
“Lindsey! You’re out of rehab!”
“Just shut up, please.”
A hot dog suddenly splattered onto the girl’s table, causing Serena to shriek and fall backward from her chair. Two guys walked over from another table.
“Sorry about that,” a black guy in a football jersey apologized and helped Serena up. “I’m Tim Grady. This here is Davis Buckham. We’re from Todd Highs. You girls from Mortimer Highs right?”
“Yeah, I’m Whitney Mears,” Whitney introduced herself. “These are my friends: Angelica, Lindsey, and Serena.”
“I’m gonna get some more food,” Angelica said. “Anyone want some large shakes or five-pound meatloaves?”
Everyone shook their head. Angelica stood up and accidentally knocked over a scrawny fellow with glasses and a skateboard.
“I’m sorry,” Angelica said. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” the guy responded and picked up his skateboard. “I’m fine.”
“Hey,” Lindsey said. “Aren’t you…um…aren’t you…”
“Tony. Anthony Steven Hawker.”
“You look familiar…I remember seeing your face somewhere…um…”
“I’m in your physic class, remember? First period and all that.”
“Oh right…I usually have hangovers in the morning.”
“Sup people,” a guy said and came forth behind Tim and Davis. “What’s the big secret meeting about?”
“Of right now,” Serena said, “crowd control.”
“Y’all talking about China?”
“Who are you?” Lindsey asked.
“He’s Dustin Lumberlake,” Tim said. “He’s with us.”
Suddenly, several cell phones went off. Whitney, Angelica, Lindsey, Serena, Tim, Davis, Anthony, and Dustin checked their cell phones. There was a link in each message; all leading to a graphic photo of Bethany Myhre's mutilated body.
Serena vomited and fainted. Everyone turned away from the screen in disgust while Lindsey looked at the photo the same way she looked at speeding tickets.
“Oh my God!” Whitney exclaimed. “Someone murdered Beth!”
“That’s just messed up,” Tim commented.
“Does this mean I can’t walk home safely with a beer anymore?” Lindsey asked.
“There’s a killer on the loose, and all you can think about is booze?” Davis asked.
“Of course. She’s a new transfer student from your school. It’s going to take me more than a year before I can develop ‘compassion’ for somebody.”
“I-I-I need to go somewhere,” Anthony said, trying to swallow his fear.
Whitney looked around the food court. There were some others who had received the picture and were either throwing up or staring at the photo. There was an eerie feeling in her…as if this was just the start of a massacre.
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The Killer's Killer...Killer
HorrorWhen a new killer is on the loose, Whitney Mears must find a way to survive the gruesome nights. However, when her friends began to die off one by one, Whitney realized one thing: her life is in a horror story. Using what they learned from horror mo...
