Cat and Mouse: 1982

XII: bloodbath

Chapter Twelve: Bloodbath
Held captive in the burnt out remains of the observatory and ski lift, Wanda prepares to finish what she started, beginning with the reason or, person, responsible for everything to begin with, but is stopped just short as the 3 final girls engage in all out battle

Leslie's perspective

I'm awake again, but I might as well be dead. She's dead. So I might as well be too. As I come too to find myself tied up in a chair alongside Dana, a raging fire in front of us, the two killers standing beside it and watching us come to, I might as well already be dead. But when Dana manages to pull her hand over through the ropes binding us just enough to squeeze my finger, I remember that last word that escaped her lips. "Fight" and let me tell you, it sure is going to be. Finally, after a week of torment and guessing who would do this to us, although inside we already know, the two murderous mountaineers pull off their hoods. Wanda smiles proudly, her eyes still red from Dana's soap splash attack, and Logan follows suit, having successfully turned us against eachother this week. "Are you surprised?" Wanda smirks, holding a finger up to her lips to look all innocent. "Because I was!, damn, we really pulled through with this!" She says, high fiving her little murder partner and making me wanna throw up. "Why" I say solemnly. It isn't even really a question, rather a statement. She coos. "Uh oh, did we use a little too much chloroform in those rags?" Logan giggle at us, "I told you why, just this evening actually" Wanda continues. "3 years ago your spineless fucking classmate lit a cigarette and blew this very observation deck to smithereens" I think carefully about what to say, maybe I can still play into her good side. "I'm so sorry, Wanda, but shot happens" she stop me right there. "OH SHUT UP." "You don't think I've HEARD that?" It's all I EVER heard for MONTHS after my family died" ah, there it is. "But shit doesn't JUST happen, does it?" She continues. "They died because of the reckless actions of your STUPID FUCKING EX" Dana chuckles. Wanda's face burns red. "WHATS SO FUNNY CUNT?" She asks angrily. "It's just, you haven't accomplished anything here? Your family is still filet Mingon" i wince as Wanda walks over to Dana, I brace myself for her end, but instead, she slaps her across the face. "I WATCHED MY LITTE SISTERS EYES MELT LIKE RUNNY EGGS AS SHE CRIED FOR HELP" she screams out, "AND YOUR FUCKING IDIOT FRIEND JUST STOOD THERE." I chime in again, slowly wriggling the ropes loose from my arms. I need to stall. "Why us though?" I ask, actually Kind of curious. Logan pipes in this time, "well that's the funny part, you guys weren't supposed to die at all! Wanda here, being the sweet person she is, wanted to treat you to vaca! She was gonna kill off the Walters and Ricky all on her own! Well, with me of course" I'm stunned. Wanda picks up where he left off. "But then you all decided to play Nancy drew instead of sticking to your own goddamn business" " I though for SURE my Frankenstein tactics with marnie and Ricky would scare you off, but you are persistent little whores aren't you?" I can't believe what I'm hearing. "But now that you kept getting in my way, you kept risking the plan failing, so I had to add you all to the pile" Dana scoffs. Wanda continues with her MO. "Well, after my family died that day, I met Logan at a bar in Denver, and discovered that his parents also died in that fire" Logan nods like he's proud or something. "And we enacted our plan. We kept sending brochures of the lodge to the Walters, knowing eventually they'd be unable to resist confronting their trauma, and we set up our plan to kill them" what a bunch of fucking monsters. "But then you all interfered so we had to add a few more bodies to the count, and then I got my biggest surprise." Logan's face shifts a bit, as if this bit was off script. "I had an interesting little call with me Walters where he revealed to me that he'd didn't know there was a gas leak in the first place" Logan looks confused now. "So after my lovely partner here went off script, I decided to do some more digging, where I found out that on the night of September 9, 1979, a passerby saw a lanky man with white hair and black lipstick messin with the gas tanks" Logan's face is now stark white. "Turns out, Logan didn't actually have enough Moolaah for college did you babe?" He daren't say a word. "But your daddy had a big chunk of investment money in his will for you, so you decided to roast him and your momma like a rotisserie chicken" "and my parents and sister were forced to join along" Wanda turns to Logan, handing him a single beer. "Logan, this was gonna be our celebratory beer, now, it's my revenge beer" and with that she plunges her knife through the beer can and into his stomach, prompting a grunt of surprise as she puts a foot on his shoulder, and lifts his chin up with her finger to face him. "You really shouldn't have alcohol near an open flame, I thought you'd learned your lesson with the gas" and kicks him into the fire pit, his screams of agony quickly replaced by the sound of crackling flesh and the scent of burnt pork. Wanda just starts laughing, whatever was left of my former friend is gone, replaced instead by a raging, revenge starved psychopath.

Dana's perspective

As Wanda gives her villain monologue, the taughtness of the ropes binding my hands grow ever looser with each word she speaks. With Logan dispatched, it's gonna be a two on one fight in our favor for once. "I really am sorry it had to end this way" Wanda says with a feigned groan, "you two really should've taken my advice" she walks over to me, perfect. Just As she leans down in front of me, hands on her hips, my Hands come free, and I take my opportunity by the horns. "Can I give you some advice Wanda?" She scoffs, "humor me" hook line and sinker. "For a park Ranger, your really shit at tying knots" her expression turns into puzzlement, than shock as I clock her square in the nose, a loud pop followed by a torrent of blood confirming a direct hit. She topples backwards and lands on her ass as i spring up, slipping the ropes off my legs and undoing Leslie's, I'm just about to loosen her legs when I'm struck across the face, spit flies out of my mouth as a kick to my inner leg cripples me and I'm forced to the ground as wanna mounts me. "That was a fucking mistake" she says as she pulls the hunting knife from her Satchel, "let's get the tit I missed earlier shall we?" She says, and brings it down towards my right breast, i shoot my hands up and grab the handle as she forces it ever closer to my chest, closer, closer, my grip is fading! Closer, the tip penetrates my skin and begins to descend through the layers of flesh as i wince, suddenly an axe comes down on top of her shoulder as Leslie comes to my rescue, "YOUR ARM PRIVILEGES ARE  OVER BITCH" she yells out as Wanda screams and spins around to kick her to the ground, blood spills out of her corduroy jacket as she grabs the chair I was tied to and swings into Leslie's head, i shoot a foot out and she back into it, falling to the ground, I reach into my pocket to find the pen i used to open the closet door earlier, and jam it into her neck.

Leslie's perspective:

Dana slams the pen into Wanda's neck, she grabs it, please remove it... I think, knowing that'll do the trick, but Wanda isn't that stupid, she's an ex-nurse afterall, she spins around and lunges for dana, slamming into her and plowing hard into and through the drywall and into the records office behind her, "YOU DONT FUCKING LEARN DO YOU" she says, her face red as a tomato, I grab her hair and pull her off dana, a chunk of it coming out in my hand as I swing her face first into the metal storage lockers, "neither do you" i respond cattily as she grabs her knife off the floor and before I can react, slams it into my thigh, I scream in agony as she pulls it down my leg and blood splatters as it filets my leg, I kick her in the mouth, sending her back out the door and into the observation area, she gives me a look that could kill me almost as easily as her hands could as she spits out a chip of her tooth, and that's when I see it, next to the counter in the records office is a rolling metal cart, I give Dana a look, and gesture to Wanda, and she nods in recognition.

Dana's perspective:

As my eyes catch the metal cart and than Leslie's mod to Wanda's frail state, the picture glass windows overlooking the cliff behind her that the observatory sits above. I know what she's thinking now. And finally, as Wanda slowly gets back up onto her own two feet, we put our hands on the cart, and start pushing it as we break into a run, as the cart bounces over the debris strewn floor and we sprint as fast as we can, Wanda finally lifts her gaze to us as she reaches a standing position, just as we lose our grasp on the bow out of control cart, Wanda's mouth opens. "Motherfuc- but she isn't able to finish her sentance as the cart plows into her chest and takes her out the window.

Leslie's perspective.

Silence. 4 seconds, 400 feet, and than.. CRASH. The cart smashes into the cliff bottom below. I hold Dana's hand in mine as we approach the window, to our shock, a pair of hands grasp the floor where it stops. I kneel down with Dana to find Wanda, hanging on above the cliff. "Please, I don't wanna die like my family, I'm sorry,!" Dana and I look at eachother exaustedly. "I lean down to face my old friend turned enemy, "then you shouldn't have fucked with ours" and we each stomp on one of her hands. I watch her helpless descent to the rocks below, a desperate flail performed as her final dance, I only close my eyes as a sudden pop of red paints the grey boulders as she lands in a crumpled mess below, her reign of terror finally, at long last, over.

Dana's perspective

I sit down in the passenger seat of our van, it's 12 seats now carry only two as Leslie puts the key in the ignition, the radio bursts to life as "maniac" begins playing over it. She quickly turns it back off. "Let's listen to something else" les says, "how about this one?" I ask, pulling a queen cassette out of the glovebox, and popping it into the player. As we pull out of the lodge parking lot, bloodied, bruised, and with an uncertain future, "we are the champions" blasting through the speakers, we catch one last view of the lodge as we turn onto the highway, coming to a stop at the rangers box, who is about to be told one long, dark, twisted story.