Worship - Ethan Landry x male oc [2]

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Vince stumbles to the side of the building and takes a leak on the wall. Part necessity, mostly spite. "Fuuuuuuuck this barrrrr!" He said as a shape passes behind him. He shakes it off, zips up and walks to his pick-up, getting in and angrily slams the door, revving up the engine.

Vince speeds down a country road, a thwapping sound could be heard. The truck is slightly pulling left. What the fuck?

"Motherfucker..." Vince said, pulling over on the wide open fields on both sides of the road. Vince finds his right rear tire is flat, a knife sticking out of it.

Vince is livid. "Bain-Valluy, you piece of shit." He goes to the covered truck bed, about to open the tailgate when he pauses. Vince's an idiot, but even idiots know that masked killers jump out of things like truck beds.

He readies himself, pops the latch and opens the gate... Nothing. He exhales and takes out the spare and the jack.

Time cuts to Vince as he raises the truck with the jack. About to tackle the first lug nut when he hears a dripping noise. He squats down and finds the brake fluid leaking from a cut line.

"FUCK!"

Vince retrieves his tool box from the bed and shimmies under the truck, rummaging for tape for an emergency temp fix.

"So fucking dead. Try and kill me? I will fuck you the fuck up." Vince muttered.

And then, footsteps crunching are heard on the shoulder of the road. But from where? There haven't been any cars. Nothing but empty space for as far as the eye can see.

"Who's there?" Vince asked as he saw a black, muddy boots in his field of vision. "You can fuck off, I got this!" But the booted individual does not fuck off. Rather, the fringes of a Ghostface robe descend into view. "I said--"

A butcher knife sinks into the flesh of Vince's thigh making him scream and tucks his legs under the truck. "I'll fucking kill you, Bain-Valluy!" Vince exclaimed, scrambling to the other side, and started to slide out but his forearm was slashed by the Ghostface. A deep gash on his forearm.

He yelps and retreats under the truck again when the jack is kicked out and the truck bottom nearly smashes Vince's face in. Vince can barely hear the figure humming to a song, it sounds almost familiar to him. He has heard it in a movie somewhere, but his mind couldn't remember where.

"FUCK YOU!!" Vince screams.

Then the engine of the pick-up starts.

"No. No fucking way--" Vince rolls out on the driver's side and stood up, expecting to find his attacker in the driver's seat but Ghostface is waiting in the bed of the truck. He buries his knife in Vince's face before pulling the knife away as Vince falls down to the ground. Ghostface places his hand onto the knife and wipes the blood off of it, cocking his head to the side and looks down at Vince.

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Sam's eyes shoot open and she jolts awake, dozed off in a chair next to Tara's bed. She looks at her sister, still asleep. Safe. Okay. She looks at the other chair where Richie sits, airpods in, and watching his phone. Moving a lot, really into whatever he's watching. Like he's ducking punches from the bad guy.

Richie blinks and notices that she's awake. "You okay?"

"Bad dream. I thought you were going to the hotel." Sam said.

"Stab's on Netflix, I got sucked in. What? I want to be prepared." Richie added when he noticed the look on her face.