The Grad Night Party Killer

Wounding the Assailant

We run down several hallways. I lead the three into a broom closet. I tell them to stay low and I continue to walk down the hall. I search several rooms. I come to one that is locked. I stay low so no one sees me in the window. Knock knock knock-knock knock. I wait patiently until someone approaches the door.

Knock knock. The door opens to reveal Michael crouched down and signals me to come in. I follow him to the end of the rooms. Amelia and Marcus are crouched behind a few desks.

"Did anyone follow you," Amelia asks.

"No," I reply. "You need to give me your phones now."

"Why," Marcus asks.

"He is using the phones as beacons to find you. If you turn them off and hand them to me, I'll lead him away from you." They give up their phones without a second thought. O turn them all off and crawl to the door. I open the door and close it behind me.

I sneak into the theater, the room where our graduation ceremony was held, where the lights are turned off. I place all three phones under a section of seats and turn them on. I quickly run away in case the killer comes for them. I hide behind a curtain next to the stage.

I conceal myself just in time because a door opens and someone begins to walk through the aisles. I don't know who it is, and I don't want to risk being seen so I just stand still. I hear a voice curse near the area I staged the phones. It must be the killer. I let my relief out silently when I heard the door close.

I practically shriek when a knife pierced through the fabric of the curtain just inches to my left. I shuffle myself away in case the killer wants to stab again. I was right. The knife is stabbed through he curtain and I dodge each attack. I get to the edge of the curtain and dive to the middle of the stage.

I turn over and see the killer is lunging for me. I roll several times to get away from the killer. I paid so much attention to not dying that I rolled right off the stage. I landed hard on my side, but I wasn't hurt. I stood up as the killer jumped down.

He swings the knife at my face and I lean back before the knife can slice my cheeks. I grab his arm and press it up against the stage. He drops his knife and I catch it. I swing it and it pierces though the flesh and bone of the killer and staples him to the stage.

He screams in pain and anger. He uses his left hand to pull out the knife. I realize that the knife won't hold him forever, so I make a break for it.

I run out into the hall and look for something to block the door. Next to the entry way is a large wooden cabinet. It holds all of the scripts of the plays that have been performed since the theater was built. I push on one side as hard as I can and it lands on its side in front of the door.

I run because I don't want to wait and see if the cabinet will hold the door closed.