The Slayer Of Slashers || Marvel x Horror

3-6: It Happens

EXT. OUTSIDE THE CAVE/LOBBY - CLOSE ON MICHAEL'S EAR - NIGHT

As Star pierced Michael's ear, he winced. "Ouch."

"Don't be a baby. That didn't hurt and you know it," Star teased. A drop of blood appeared on her finger.

She reacted, restraining herself from tasting it. Quickly, she wiped it off and inserted an earring in his ear.

Michael looked more like one of the Lost Boys every minute. The ocean crashed against the rocks below them, the moon and stars casting a silvery glow.

"I wouldn't have given my mom such a hard time about moving here if I'd known I was going to meet you," Michael said, his voice soft.

Star sighed. "I used to fight with my family all the time... just got fed up and ran away."

"Now you and David..." Michael began.

"No," Star interrupted. "They've made me one of them, but I miss my family."

"Let's go see them," Michael suggested.

"No... no, everything's different now..." Star got up and walked toward the water. Michael stopped her, pulling her toward him, and kissed her, leaning against the white rocks.

"Michael..." Star began, but before she could say anything else, he kissed her again.

The kiss became more passionate, more intense. Ellie walked in, her eyes widening before she quickly exited, letting her friend cook.

Suddenly, long dark shadows loomed across them. They turned to see David, Dwayne, Paul, Marko, and Laddie watching.

"Not interrupting anything, I hope," David said with a smirk.

Michael got to his feet, glaring at David.

Star indicated Michael's ear. "Look."

"You're almost one of us now, Michael," David said.

"I'm my own man," Michael retorted.

David smiled. "Get your bike. We're going someplace."

Michael looked at Star, hesitating.

"Don't worry... she'll be here when you get back," David assured him.

Michael, drawn intensely to be a part of them, left with the others as they climbed over the rocks toward their bikes. Star turned to Ellie, who had returned.

"Ellie, please go with them and watch Michael," Star pleaded.

Ellie, a little confused, agreed and followed the others. Laddie remained behind.

"I had the dream again about them," Laddie said.

"Who, Laddie?" Star asked.

"I know it was them, Star. I'm sure of it. He was working in the yard -- hammering something. The yard was big with lots of grass. There was no boardwalk and no ocean. She was bringing him something cold to drink... and had red hair. I was there, too. And a dog -- but I don't know its name. I was running and the dog was chasing me. Then I turned around and chased the dog. They were watching me. Drinking their cold drinks and laughing. And I was laughing, too."

"Laddie... you can still remember. You can still remember home," Star said gently.

"It was a dream, Star," Laddie insisted.

"No, Laddie. It was a memory," Star corrected him.

The sounds of the bikes firing up echoed in the distance.

"You didn't tell David?" Star asked.

"No. Just you," Laddie replied.

"Promise me you'll keep it that way. You're not like the others, Laddie. You're like me. I can still remember, too," Star said, holding him close as Michael and the Lost Boys roared across the beach into the darkness.

"You like Michael," Laddie said softly.

"I like Michael," Star admitted.

"You better not like him too much," Laddie warned, his voice sweet but fearful.

As young as he was, Star knew he was right.

EXT. RAILROAD TRESTLE - NIGHT

The trestle spanned a deep gorge, shrouded in thick fog. The boys, along with Ellie, arrived on their motorbikes, the engines rumbling to a stop. David grinned as he looked at the scene.

"Perfect time," he said, dismounting his bike and walking onto the trestle.

Michael followed, confusion etched on his face. "What's going on?"

David's smile widened. "What's going on, Marko?"

"I dunno. What's going on, Paul?" Marko replied, playing along.

"Who wants to know?" Paul chimed in.

"Michael wants to know," David said, and the Lost Boys laughed.

Michael and Ellie exchanged irritated glances. They watched as Paul, Marko, and Dwayne climbed below the trestle, gripping the metal beams and allowing their bodies to dangle over the fog-shrouded gorge.

"Now you, Michael," David commanded.

Michael hesitated, his heart pounding.

"Do it, Michael. Now!" David insisted.

Ellie stepped forward. "Michael, you don't have to do it."

Summoning his courage, Michael climbed down, followed by David and then Ellie. Beneath the trestle, all six of them hung on, the fog billowing up around them.

Michael started to look down, but a distant rumbling caught his attention. The other boys' eyes lit up with excitement.

A passenger train was approaching, its whistle blowing. The trestle began to shake. Michael's expression turned to terror.

"Hang on!!" David shouted.

The train thundered across the trestle overhead, just a foot or two above them. The roar and noise were tremendous, the heat and smoke overwhelming.

The boys grimaced, holding on for dear life. Then, to Michael's horror, Paul released his grip and fell, disappearing into the fog below. Marko followed, then Dwayne. Only David, Ellie, and Michael remained.

"Let go, Michael! Let go!" David shouted over the din of the passing train.

Michael couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was scared out of his wits.

"Do it!" David urged, letting go with one hand and clinging on with the other. "Do it, Michael!!!"

David let go, vanishing into the fog below. Sweat streamed down Michael's face. Ellie turned to him, noting how weird this all was.

Michael nodded in agreement. The final car of the train passed overhead, and the noise began to fade. Then, from the fog below, Michael heard laughter.

"Drop, Michael. Let go! It's safe! Come on! Don't be such a baby!" The Lost Boys whistled and catcalled, goading him on, their voices invisible in the darkness below.

Michael and Ellie nodded to each other and let go. They dropped into the fog. Michael's eyes widened with fright, but for a moment, he felt buoyant, suspended in mid-air, floating.

Then, he dropped with a whoosh, like dead weight, the wind rushing around his ears. He lost consciousness.

David caught him in his arms. "Almost," he said with a grin.

Ellie landed perfectly fine, and everyone seemed confused. A fall from that height should have killed a normal person. Before they could ask how she was still alive, Ellie had vanished into the fog.