You're Next

Chapter 6

The bleeding is a lot more heavy, but the only positive is that we won't be able to hear him plead for us to stop. Since he's unconscious anyway. Max shuts the door while Felix grabs a rag. I look out of the window for Kelly, and I can still hear her hysterical screaming, despite the distance. But she's too far away from the house. Then I see Christian approaching the doors.

We let him in.
"Kelly's just ran out," he tells us. He must've thought that we didn't know. I ignore and give him a hug.
"Are you okay?" I ask. The clever is still in his hand, and it's just as shiny as it was when I gave it to him, and based on what he looks like, I'm going to say he hasn't had an encounter with a "YOU'RE NEXT."

Elizabeth is cleaning up Donald's blood and ensuring it doesn't flood out of him.
"Maybe we should run, I mean Kelly made it, and you never ran into anyone," Elizabeth remarks.
"No, we don't know what's happened to Kelly, but we right now, we need to have faith in her," Christian tells us.
If Donald could hear us talking about whether or not his wife has survived, he'd destroy us and go after hear. But based on the fact that Kelly has cowardly panicked during 2 encounters, and she's weaponless, it's not likely that she'll make it for long.

"I need to get out of here again. Get some help," Christian says. He hasn't encountered anyone outside, however if he goes out again, he'll be slaughtered as I have anticipated.
"Why can't you just stay?" I plead.
"I need to help my family."
I stammer on the word 'but' for a few seconds before requesting something. "Take care of them, fight for them."
I just nod, with a tingling feeling on my tongue and he runs out again.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that at least 1 of them is the house," I say. "Which place in house is the safest?"
"I don't know," Max begins. "Everywhere in the house has windows except the basement."
The basement could be a good idea because of all the tools and stuff, but there are other dangers. "No, basement's not a good idea, they'd just pour gas downstairs and light a match." The thought of flames lingers in my mind for a minute until I remember something. "Shit speaks of."

I take my cardigan off and turn off the gas on the cooker. My long sleeved, navy blue shirt is now cooler, all the tention was making me sweat. It looks like chilli has been cooking. But then I think about it. I'm in a kitchen filled with sharp utensils and other things that can kill. I rummage through the nearest draw and find more large calving knives and objects that can wound. Knives are the obvious choice of weapon's to kill. There are ladles which can injure.
Ordinary cutting knives of course.
But the most debatable had to be, a meat tenderiser.

They're usually shaped like hammers, but this one looks untouched. The pans could be good weapons, but certainly won't kill. The kettle is another wounding weapon, but not one that can kill. But hot water can be used to severely burn or scald someone. Then I turn and see the window in the kitchen has in fact been smashed. So a fight could ensue in the kitchen at any moment as well as any other room. So I dig out an iror and plug it in so it can be hot, but I face it away from everything.

"I think we should each carry a weapon," I say walking in the dining room with my hands filled with knives and the meat tenderiser. But then the window next to me smashes and I jump to the floor throwing all the weapons to the floor as well. But then I turn around and once again, I am face to face with Tiger Mask once again. However, when he lunges forward, I immediately roll to my left and see his axe lodge into the floor.