The Fab Five- Pentagonix

The End- Maybe

Claire’s P.O.V.

I jump from the two story window of the large glass building and bend my knees to brace myself for the fall. When I hit the ground, I take the phrase “hit the ground running” to a whole new level. I need to find help, and fast.

Just when I think I won’t be able to run any farther, I hear the unmistakable slapping of Rebecca’s feet against the ground behind me. I turn to meet her crazed eyes that are only about a yard behind me. She is still carrying one of the swords she used to stab Vivian, and I have nowhere else to go.

“Becca, please stop. Please do not kill me.” I beg, “I promise I won’t tell anyone you killed them, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do. What do you want? Money, drugs, anything? Please just tell me what you want!” I shout at her. Through my tear clouded eyes I see her start to circle me while running the bloody sword through her fingers, causing blood to sling onto my new shoes.

“I don’t want your fucking money. I- want- nuts.” She hisses through clenched teeth as if something is attacking her from the inside.

“If this is about Mark and everything that happened, I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you. None of us knew and you know if we did we would have told you. Becca, I’m-“

“Not those nuts you moron, these nuts.” She looks to the ground and I follow her gaze as she looks to an acorn and picks it up, dropping it into her shirt.

“I don’t think I understand what you mean.” I said breaking into a terrified sweat.

“You see, Claire, I really like nuts, all kinds, actually. I like pecan, peanuts, almonds, walnuts, but my favorite is acorns. Would you like to see something hella rad?” she asks with wild eyes.

“Not particularly. But, I don’t suppose I have a choice, do I?” I snapped, gaining back a bit of confidence.

“No, you don’t.”

And with that, she grabbed me by my hair and held the sword to the back of my neck and led me into the woods next to her slaughter house. When she finally stopped, she threw me to the ground and walked into the middle of a mushroom fairy ring. When she stopped, she turned to look at me and started to do some kind of chant while taking her clothes off.

“Oh my goodness, Rebecca. Are you trying to tell me you like women?” I am so uncomfortable, but she didn’t answer. She continued her chant. First she removed her shoes, then her sweatshirt until she was in her t-shirt and jeans.

“I have a secret, Claire. If I tell you, you have to promise me that you won’t tell the others. Oh wait, they’re already dead!” she began to cackle an eardrum shatter cackle, then as if like magic, all of her clothes disappeared and she was left with a body make of squirrels. The small animals let out a shriek and scurried off into the woods while Rebecca’s head fell to the ground.  I screamed the most heart wrenching scream as I saw the head of my former best friend lying on the ground. I slowly shuffled over to the decapitated cranium and lifted it from the ground. I examined it. I looked at the neck; there was a complete layer of skin as if it never had a body. Then, I looked at her face. The same face that I used to eat lunch with every day and have sleep over at my house on the weekends. This face now lay peaceful on a head sitting in my palms. I took one last look at the head, but her eyes snapped open and she opened her mouth to release to the same sound that the squirrels had made, and then she bit me. I dropped her to the ground and just as the squirrels came running back to their faithful leader. Rebecca made a series of animal noise then began to roll deeper into the woods with all the furry creatures following her. Just before she was out of sight, she turned around and shouted, “Rebecca, the almighty head is all powerful!” then she vanished. I was left standing in the woods, astonished by what I had just seen happen to pal.