Terrifier: Splatter

4

Mallory had snuck behind a shelf to see if she could help Penelope, since she heard her screams, but it had been too late. She ran as fast as she could when Art saw her.

She passes by a large shredder that was built into the warehouse, and that sparked an idea into her head. He was too close by for her to make use of it at the moment, though.

She stops, realizing she was at a deadend, she turned around, thinking this was gonna be it for her. Art was following right behind, but then Oliver came in holding the bloodied wooden plank the clown had used earlier, he held it up like he was about to use it. He swung at Art with it, hitting him in the shoulder.

It seemed he was trying to get his head, but the plank was heavy. Art turned around, and grabbed the wood from him, throwing it aside. He grabs Oliver and wraps Penelope's spine around his neck, tightly squeezing it. "Oliver!" Mallory quickly gets over her fear as she jumps on Art from behind and wraps her arms around his neck, trying to choke him also.

Her choking him doesn't seem very effective, so she starts hitting him in the head. He drops Oliver when he's unconscious and steps backward, hitting her against a shelf, forcing her to get off. Art focuses back on Oliver, kicking him in the head before he walks away.

Mallory glances in the direction he went. He left the warehouse? She didn't waste time as she ran over and checked his pulse. He was still alive. "Oliver... come on, wake up!" She softly tapped his face, then tried to pick him up, but he was too heavy for her.

Finally, he opened his eyes, sitting up and gasping for air. "We have to go. We can't stay here, he's gonna come back." she rushes to speak to him, knowing Art could enter at any second. Oliver shook his head, "Ah... no... I'm dead, Mal. You and Sarah have to go. Let me be a distraction." he weakly spoke.

Mallory frowned. "No, no, Oliver. Let's go, just get up." She grabs his arms, trying to help him up, but he stays firmly on the ground. "I love you, Mallory. I... have to do this for you and my sister." Oliver murmured.

She got back on her feet, looking back at the entrance to the warehouse. He had already come back in, cheerfully walking as he now held a black trash bag over his shoulder. Knowing Oliver had lost hope for his survival already, she ran away, going up the stairs.

"Sarah? Are you up here?" Mallory whispered, and Sarah popped out from behind some large machinery. This made Mallory flinch, already terrified as it is, since her worst nightmare had come to life just downstairs. She had been crying, her face puffy and her eyes red. "Are we going to die?"

"No. I have a plan," Mallory began, ready to quickly explain what she was going to do. She wasn't sure if it was gonna work, but it was better than standing around and basically letting him kill them all.

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Oliver stood, prepared to fight Art as much as he could. He got into a typical fighting stance, staring at him. The clown tilted his head, before he began to rummage through his bag.

Hah, idiot! Oliver thought to himself. He had given him the perfect chance to attack, he punched him in the head, causing him to fall over along with whatever he had taken out of his bag. It was a bat... with sharp spikes on it! The clown hit him in the shin with it, making him cry out and land next to him on the ground.

Oliver ignored the pain in his leg as he continued to land punches on Art, blood getting all over the two of them, mostly from his own fists. The clown grabbed his dominant hand's wrist, and twisted it in an awkward way until it makes a snap sound.

He groaned, but still used his other hand to try and take the bat out of his grip, which didn't work because it was two working hands against one. Art whacked him in the face with the bat, knocking him out with one shot. He didn't want to make him unconscious again, because that bored him, but he had to in this case. He was spending way too much time on this guy! He certainly didn't want the other two girls to escape.

The clown got on his knees, and decided it was best to finish him off now. He plunges his hand into his abdominal cavity, going for a certain spot, he moves his hand around until he finds it. He takes out the organ he was looking for. Oliver's liver! He laughed to himself like it was the funniest thing ever, squeezing the organ to watch as it spilled blood before tossing it aside.

He went into a different spot, now in the chest. Art yanked his heart out, then got up. He started going to the staircase, knowing Mallory went up there. He also tosses the bat back inside of his bag, exchanging the spiked weapon for his horn, and makes his way upstairs.