Terrifier: Splatter

10

Art wrapped Christmas lights from the tree around Vivian's neck, making sure it's snug before he ties it to a pin in the wall that was originally for a painting but he threw it to the side so he could use it. He picks up the Christmas tree, and tilts it onto its side, making it horizontal. He takes a few steps back, before charging forward, stabbing it hard into the center of her chest.

Then her head hung down, signaling that she had died.

Onto the next victim! He walked down the hallway. He wondered who he would find first in one of these rooms. There were two bedrooms, and one bathroom, not much places for them to hide.

He opened the door to a random room, and there Sarah was, searching for a weapon, she faced him when she heard the door open. Art was holding a knife he got from his bag, meanwhile she had found nothing to defend herself. She took a step back when he came into the room, and he slowly went up to her. She stopped when she felt herself hit the wall behind her, she had been cornered.

"You don't have to do this..." she says, tears forming in her eyes. She had lasted this long, and she didn't want to die. The clown swiftly makes a cut into her forehead with his knife, dragging it down to her eyeball, she screamed loudly as the knife cuts it open, blood spilling down her face.

Sarah managed to kick him off of her while pushing him at the same time, she runs to the living room. She was about to make it to the front door, but she tripped on the carpet that had been sticking up. When she got back up, he had already caught up to her. He grabbed her leg and twisted it in an unnatural position, then did the same to her other leg, breaking them both. She cried out in pain, and tried to crawl away using her arms.

She spotted Mallory, and reached out, trying to get to her as she had come out of her bedroom, now holding the pistol she kept by her bedside table. She had taken a minute to get out since she was making sure she had enough ammo in the gun.

Mallory lifted her hands up, steadily holding the pistol. She aimed it right at Art's head, he was crouched over Sarah. In the millisecond that she pulled the trigger, he grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her up, using her as a shield to block the bullet, it flew into her neck, blood gushing out.

She almost started crying. Her bestfriend died, because of her... no, it was because of Art. She put the gun up again, shooting at him. He dodged it and took out his own gun that he kept hidden on him for moments like these. He shot back at her, and she ducked behind a wall.

She hissed when she felt a sharp pain, looking down at her shoulder, there was a small hole, blood beginning to drip out of it. Mallory came out fron behind the wall to shoot at him again, she noticed most of them missed him, a few hit him, and they made him stumble from the hits. She ran out of bullets, so she decided to use the gun itself as a weapon.

She ran over to him, and tried to smack his head with the gun, but he grabbed it from her, hitting her with it instead. She fell onto the carpet, unconscious. Art was going to procrastinate killing her, it was too fun. He turned on his heel and went to check out the other rooms, looking for the boyfriend.

After opening a certain door, Thomas hastily wrapped a cord around his neck, tugging on it tightly. Art struggled against him for a minute, but grabbed his arm and threw him against a wall, he headbutts Thomas hard, knocking him out. He takes the cord that Thomas provided him with, and drags him to what he assumed was Mallory's bedroom. From there, he used the cord to tie him to a chair.

Thomas woke up while he was digging through his bag, finding a lighter. This was only the beginning, he had it all planned out. He flipped it on, and put it close to his skin, making small burns on his limbs. He was starting off nice, maybe he could get used to the heat. "Is that all you got, huh?! Pathetic clown!" he spat, the string of saliva landing onto Art's cheek.