You're Next

Chapter 8

I'm of course started and jump back, and look ahead. I can hear banging on the door. I lead ahead with the tenderiser and try to keep the door closed by holding the handle so he can't get in. But he's grunting in agitation. Then he swings the axe into he door breaking through the wood. A scream escapes my lips. Of course, the axe from the Tiger Mask, that was a useful weapon the assassin must've picked it up.

Then as the axe is struggling to get out of the door, it's out and doesn't swing back in. Then I hear, a familiar voice that says "hey."
Donald is awake. Then I head fast footsteps.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Donald yells. That's my time to move.
I growl and open the door with the tenderiser in my left hand, while my right hand slides the screwdriver from my back pocket. I run to approach the assassin and stab the guy in the back with the screwdriver.

He groans in pain, drops the axe and turns. He is Lamb Mask. Blood is dripping from his back and Donald picks up the axe and I hold the tenderiser, ready to attack, just like Donald is. But unfortunately, he has an escape: the front door. He opens it and scurries out, revealing the crossbow straped to his back. He fired all these bolts that ambushed us at the beginning.

"I woke up in there?" Donald says.
"Yeah you blacked out earlier," I say.
We both slide out backs down the wall and he groans in pain. He's still very injured from the crossbow fire. But luckily there's no blood.
"Where's Kelly?" he asks.
I haven't though about where she is, but I presumed she's dead, but she could still be alive. However I can't tell him she's alive, he'll go out looking for her, but I can't say she's dead, hearing his wife is dead will obliterate him. "I....I don't know."

Then Felix and Elizabeth come charging downstairs.
"What happened? We heard noises, so we stayed upstairs," Felix tells us.
"Yeah, Erin saved my life," Donald says.
"Well, she's done that for us, as you can see," as Felix gestures to Tiger Mask's lifeless body.
"How's ya Dad?" I ask.
"We didn't find him, we just presumed he was down here, maybe he got out like Kelly did?" Elizabeth explains.
"Well, we'll find him later. He hasn't come out through here."
"What do we do?" Donald asks.
"Well, I've got a plan, come one."

I lead them down to the basement, the door battered and destroyed. They object a little using what I told them earlier, but then I tell them my reasons.
"Okay, guys, find anything that can be used as a weapon, them plaques of wood, all the toolboxes, anything, and don't take too long, we have to be upstairs."

When upstairs, there's a shock.

Kelly is dead.

Donald yells and sits down withdrawn from everything. There's a large bloody indentationin her, head. They must've dragged her body here to psych us out, especially Donald. I put a sheet over her. We leave Donald to grieve.
"Okay, let me show you guys something."

Everyone gathers around as I grab a plaque of wood and a hammer, and a few nails.
"Okay, so you wanna make sure the nail goes right through the wood so that the nail goes right through their feet when they stand on them." I demonstrate. "We'll just do about 5 or 6 more on this one and then do as many boards as we can."
Elizabeth examines the hammers and the nails.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asks.
"Sure," I say.
"Where'd you learn all this stuff?"

The question certainly takes me off guard but I do actually know. It's not that I watch a lot of action films, but...
"I had kind of a crazy childhood. I guess my Dad was kind of paranoid that the world would run out of race hourses in a matter of years. He convinced some of his mates and we moved to the outback. But then things go over populated and the crime rate increased, and he wanted me to defend myself. I moved to my Mum's when I was 14. I've told anyone that, not even Christian."
"Well, that's crazy," Elizabeth says.

When the boards were nailed in with about 7 odd nails in each one, it was time to place them. "The best idea is to reveal 1 board outward and place 1 close to the wall under the window. So they'll step closer to the window away from the nail and hopefully step on this one."
"Wow," Felix says.
I smile and halfway through us placing the boards, I hear a loud ringing.
"That's Kelly's ringtone," Donald mentions.

I scurry around her corpse and eventually find her phone in her pocket and see that it's the police calling her. But of corse, I can't call them back. So I let it ring out. Then I look through her phone.
"What do you think you're doing?! That's my wife's phone!" Donald yells at me.
Then I find it.
"She called the police."