Vince Schneider is the second victim of the 2022 Woodsboro massacre, but what if he actually survived.
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Vince Schneider relented and brushed the ominous feeling away as he finally dove down through his opened window and retrieved his keys, pulling them out of the ignition, cutting off the radio and his engine. Vince looked around, making sure there was absolutely nothing that's been taken, with a sigh feeling as if he had been losing his mind, he leaned back out. A dark ominous shadow almost like death stood behind him. Vince still looked down at his opened window of his car until he saw the reflection of the side of his purple car that shines. The figure lunged, "Jesus, what the fuc-!" Vince had fully spun around and the figure had struck its knife at vince attempting to get him but vince puts up a fight, using his arms to shove and push the knife away from his throat with grunts. "Get the fuck off me, man!" Vince continued his grunting as the masked killer slammed Vince hard still pushing the knife away as the killer kept trying to slam the knife in but he held the hand that he held the knife with and pushed it away, using all his strength until he was grabbed by the scruff of his flannel and flung across his car. Vince rolled over on the concrete, gasping at the sudden pain until the killer goes for him again. Vince quickly scrambled up to his feet and attempted to move until he was grabbed by his throat and slammed onto his car. "No!" Vince groaned out as he fought hard wrestling with the killer as they still hadn't been able to stab Vince in the neck or throat which was their main target.
The killer dragged Vince, slamming him against the bricked wall, one hand pushing the knife back whilst the other attempted to swing at his masked face. Glass shattered from the bottle vince had thrown, "Help! Somebody!" Vince called out, now using both to push the knife away from his face and his whole body until vince used his leg and he had aggressively kneed the killer in the dick and shins, kicking them off balance. Vince shoved them back, resting his hand on the bricked wall as he heavily panted, thinking the figure had been down and he placed his hand on the wall to let out ragged breaths of air until the knife rammed through his hand. Vince threw his head back and screamed in agony, using his other to swing as he punched the killer in the face. Cradling his hand running for the bar. His pace quickened as the next verse to the song "Red Right Hand" on his radio starts playing and the song gets more intense.
Vince rushed into the bar, yelling and screaming, causing several people to snap their heads over and rushed out of their seats to crowd around Vince. "Please help me, please." Vince says through tears. "Please, somebody's trying to fucking kill me."
The bartender and the others rushed over towards Vince, ushering him to the back, Vince's body trembled with fear and tears pricked at his eyes. Vince pinched his biceps to keep himself from hyperventilating, but as soon as the ambulance had arrived, his paranoia worsened as he was transported by the ambulance truck to the hospital.
Vince tensed, hearing the people in the ambulance's talking about his mother, Leslie. "He's definitely not safe considering who his uncle is." "No, there's definitely something wrong with this town Debra, it's different this time,"
