The Enemy U.S.A.

Chapter 10: The Maniac

Kevin wasn't expecting anything to happen. He expected Molly cowering and giving up easily. He was going to die. He was in shock, seeing her running at him with a knife. He was to slow to react. The knife was inches away from his neck when he heard a CRACK! Molly was hit on the head by Mike. Blood was pouring from her forehead. She was screaming, laying on the ground, putting her hand to her eyes. Mike had hit her with his modified baseball bat.

"Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed with a smile. "She is one crazy son of a bitch!"

"What the fuck, Mike!" Kevin yelled.

"She was gonna kill you," Mike said defensively. "What? You wanted me to let her kill you?"

Kevin didn't respond. Their plan was spiraling out of control. Molly's forehead seemed to be dented in. Kevin ran up to her, but as he neared she was swinging her kitchen knife widely. "Keep away!" She screamed.

Grown-ups started to bang on the door. They knew they were in there.

"Shit." Kevin said under his breath.

"Dude," Mike said. "Screw her and let's get the fucking food already!"

"You'd just leave her here to die?" Kevin questioned.

"Why do you care so much?" Mike asked. "She tried to kill you!"

"You know what," Braden said, hopping in the room. "Fuck this! I'm getting some fucking food! And there's nothing you communists can do to fucking stop me!" Braden was walking to the food when Molly heard him walk by and sliced him on the leg. Braden went down screaming, holding his bottom part of his left leg. The gun he held slid to the other somebody the room. He tried to drag himself away. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled.

Molly started laughing, seeming to ignore the pain. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "I won't let you take my fo-" CRACK! mike slammed his bat on her head. She landed on her face. More blood was pooling on the floor. There was a dent in her skull, she lifted her head. Kevin looked away. Her eyes were scratched and popped out. She was drooling, her brain was shutting down.

"T-t-his i-is i-i-it Ca-C-C-Car-Carrie." Molly stuttered.

"L-l-lo-look a-a-at w-wha-wha-w-what y-you-y-you've-you've d-d-do-done." Molly said in a deeper voice, presumably Carrie.

"Holy shit!" Mike exclaimed again, this time laughing. "She is a crazy son of a bitch. I mean, just look at her! She looks fucking hilarious!" Mike flicked his bat and some blood got on Kevin's face and sweatshirt. He didn't seem to take any notice. His face was Whit and he was biting his bottom lip. "Oh jeez," Mike said. "Sorry about that buddy! Emily! Look at what you've done! Anyways, Kevin doesn't give a shot so you don't have to apologize! Go on! Finish her off, Emily!" Mike raised his bat for the final blow, but Kevin put his left arm out, stopping him. Kevin was still looking away.

"Don't." Kevin said.

"Don't?" Mike asked. "Don't? Why the fuck not? Look at her! She's gonna die anyways! So, let me put her out of her misery!"

Kevin didn't know what to do or say. It was useless. Molly was going to die, and there was nothing they could do. There were no doctors to save her. Mike broke through her skull. No one could save her. Kevin didn't say anything. He put down his arm and turned away.

"Any last words?" Mike asked, raising his bat.

"K-K-Ke-Kev-Ke-Kevin, I-I h-ho-h-hope y-y-y-you d-di-d-die." Molly stuttered.

"Those are some crappy last words," Mike said. "See you in hell!" Mike bashed her skull in. Kevin herd the crunching of bones and the smashing of her brain. Mike was bashing her head repeatedly, until it was her skull was broken to pieces. Blood was all over the floor and on Mike's bat. His face had specks of blood on his face, leather jacket, and T-shirt. Mike was panting loudly. "Now that was fun!"