The Culinary Massacre

(not actually real) end to the twink terror

"Garfunkly stop!" I hear Barthemew yell at me.
"Why?! He hurt you! He's been killing people!" I shout with a wobbly voice.
"Just please.." He says. His voice is weak. He's dying. God... What's happening to us?
I stop. I noticed He's strapped onto the table.
"I'm sorry." I say, walking over and unstrapping him
"Don't be...just let's get out of here." He says. There's a knife in his leg and a cut through his hand. There's so much blood. I almost gag.
I help him stand up.
"Keep the knife in my leg. It will hurt but it will stop excess blood loss." He says, flinching so slightly with every movement.
That's when there was a loud crack and the smell of smoke.
The shed was hit by lightning.
Fire starts. It's spreading fast. We try to reach the door but Barthemew falls.
That's when we notice Huskys gone. He's at the door.
"None of us will be leaving. I'm going to kill you one way or another." He growls at us.
I hear a small sob. Oh no. Barthemew is crying.
"Can't you just leave us alone you smurf looking ass bitch?!" I yell at him.
I help Barthemew to his feet.
Husky is staring at me. Then he's not. Then he's on top of. He pushed me to the floor.
He's punching my face.
I try to block and he's then ripped off of me by Barthemew with what little strength he has left.
Smoke is all around us. Fire is consuming the shed.
Barthemew takes the knife from his leg with a scream and plunges it into Husky.
I get up and quickly get Barthemew.
His arm is wrapped around my shoulder.
However, the door is locked. It's a pad lock...shit.
I set Barthemew down. He's long since been passed out.
I throw my body at the door. Again and again and again. My body aches. I'm tired. Smoke is consuming me. That's when the door gives out. It's open.
I drag Barthemew out and we collapse on the grass.
The shed collapses. It's over. Finally. It's over. The bitch is dead.
The others come rushing out. They didn't notice I left. They call 911and we are rushed to the hospital. I pass out on the way there.

Barthemew pov

I was in surgery for 10 hours. I had to get a blood transplant. Garfunkly, Cornelius, and Jonny are at my bed side when I wake up.
"Whats going on?" I asks.
"The knife was close to a nerve. They had to be careful or you would've been paralyzed. That's why surgery took so long." Cornelius says.
I look towards Garfunkly.
"Hey Garfunkly.." I say. My voice is weak.
"Yeah?" She says. She's concerned.
"You were badass." I say. I break into a smile.
She let's out a smile.
"Is he dead?" I ask.
Garfunkly nods.
"Is there anything you want?" Jonny says.
I turn towards Cornelius. He's sitting down holding Strog.
"A chocolate milkshake." I say with a grin.

Everything else was a blur. Husky was taken down. Even if he was dead. Me and Garfunkly had to give speeches. We then had to be interviewed for the news. We had to go to the police and give our statements. We returned to school. I had to use a wheel chair for a bit. I had permanent scarring. Garfunkly had a broken arm from the door.
Students looked at us. With a sort of bewilderment. Teachers congratulated us?
For what? Fighting to live? For getting traumatized? We will never know. Culinary class was shut down.
His house was searched for human remains.
It was over. Everything was finally over...

...right?