The Future Diary 2: Blood Of The Past

The Rules

The crowd roared in the lounge as the killer jumped from the closet, stabbing the girl in the throat. She screamed, blood pouring from her mouth like a crimson waterfall.

"Now that's some good shit!" Jeff shouted.

"Come on, when are we gonna see that one girl's breasts?" Emmi asked, cradling a beer.

"Not until the big sex scene," Jeff explained.

"Wow, objectifying women, that's fun," Sara said.

"Oh come on," David complained. "I don't know of one guy who doesn't watch these kinds of movies for the boobs."

"I do," Jeff said. "Doesn't matter, just watch."

The rest of the crowd, which was about ten to twelve people watched as the limping boyfriend of the girl came up to her dead body, he cried and cried, unknowing that the killer was raising his knife behind him.

"Check behind you!" Jacob called. He was lying on the floor, his suit and professional antics gone, alcohol taken over.

"He can't hear you, smartass," Sara said.

"Why not?"

Sara placed her head in her hands.

The killer stabbed the boyfriend, and everybody cheered again.

"Drinking to stupidity," Chris remarked. "I love this."

"Honey, you love anything involving alcohol," Mark said.

"I love anything involving this girl," Darryl boomed, putting his arm around Sara who swatted it away.

"I'm gonna go, this stupid game is getting to me," Jacob said, grabbing his drink and stumbling out of the room, drawing the eyes of a few people.

"Drunken movie nights are fun," Jeff said. "But how many of you would actually survive a horror movie?"

"Not Dalton," Darryl said, and Emmi punched him in the throat.

"Don't you ever say that again, you nasty piece of shit," Emmi barked.

Jeff waved his hand. "Who cares. Just answer me."

"I'd be really good at it," Chris said. "Plus, I'm a virgin, and the nerd, so I'd survive every time."

"Don't like, Christian, I've seen you take two hookers at once," Emmi jeered. "I for one would definitely survive."

"Same here," David said. "I'm fast, quick, and like a ninja. Plus, you can't kill kindness!"

"It's a simple set of rules," Jeff explained. "It's like a formula."

"What rules?" asked Sara.

Jeff looked at her. "What? Are you telling me you don't know the rules?"

"Not everybody is a super-nerd like you, Mr. Screenwriter, tell us!" David cheered.

Jeff paused the movie, then stood up, holding his beer. "There is a simple set of rules to surviving a horror movie," he explained. "If you follow these, you will always live. Rule number one; Never, ever have sex."

"That's bullshit!" Darryl groaned.

"I wouldn't know," said David.

"Where's the fun in that?" remarked Sara.

Jeff waved his hands, quieting everyone down. "Rule number two; Don't drink or do drugs."

There was a massive cheer from the crowd as everybody held up their glasses and toasted, drinking to that.

Jeff laughed, sipping his beer. "Alright, alright. And the final rule is simple. Never, ever say 'I'll be right back.' Because you won't!"

Emmi snorted, getting up. "That is very true," he said. "I'm gonna go get another beer." He walked to the door of the kitchen, opening it. "I'll be right back!" he yelled.

Everybody screamed, riling up the whole room.

"Yeah, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife," Jeff taunted.

"Alright guys, party's over," Dawson said, barging in, getting met with everybody's groan of disapproval. "Go enjoy the rest of the house while you're here,"

"But I wanna see how the movie ends," said David.

"The killer gets everybody and they all die," Dawson replied. "Now come on. Let's go."

All of the guests left the room, spreading out around the house. Somewhere, the intercom buzzed.