Molly hid in a corner, and Billy struck Peter with a frying pan. He grabbed a knife, attempting to stab Peter.
That did not end well for Billy; he did manage to knock Peter's gun out of his hand... and on a still lit stove top (not that they noticed the stove top was lit).
But Peter grabbed Billy's head, bashing it into the counter top, knocking him out cold. His knife spun over his head on the counter, but landed next to his head.
"Not his turn to die," Peter called out.
Molly almost screamed when Jim Block found her.
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Peter- he's got a gun-" Molly stammered.
"Hold on. Are you shot?" Block asked. Molly shook her head.
"Everything is going to be-" BANG. BANG. BANG.
Block dropped to the floor, dead.
Peter kicked his body.
"Peter. You killed him. You took his life," Molly said.
Peter looked at Molly.
"Yeah. I did. Too bad I still have to kill you."
Molly dropped her mouth.
"I just killed a federal officer. I don't want to spend the rest of my new life in- damn it!" Peter yelled.
Sam had hit him with another frying pan, but he decked Sam. Billy jumped on his back.
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"What's taking Block so long?" Tod asked.
Julie stared at her phone.
Erin stood up, grabbed her skateboard, and threw it through the glass door.
"Screw this," Erin snapped, walking in.
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The glass shattering startled Billy, and Peter slammed him against a freezer, rendering him unconscious again. Peter shot Sam in the leg, then advanced towards Molly.
Molly scooted back on the floor, as far as she could go. She hit the wall, secretly wishing she hadn't worn her junior prom dress.
A strapless burgundy number that was tight fitting, and reched her knees. The black stilettos she eore with it killed her feet. She expected a theater date with Nathan.
Not a psycho evening, praying to god her ex-boyfriend's ex best friend didnt kill her.
Maybe praying wouldn't be a bad idea, she thought to herself.
On the one hand, Peter has a gun pointed at her. Hopefully, he'd have a change of heart?
On the other hand, if she died, she could probably still "knock 'em dead", as Olivia used to say.
Plus, her dress was burgundy. Nobody would be able to see the blood, anyway.
Peter took one breath.....
And was impaled by a large skewer.
Blood spurted all over Molly's face and dress.
Peter fell to the ground, revealing the stabber to be... "A readheaded emo girl?"
"Erin Ulmer," The girl corrected.
Billy woke up to the stabbing, and snapped, "Couldn't have saved us sooner? I had to fight an armed guy."
Erin rolled her eyes, though it was Tod, who was in the dining room, who said, "Sucks, bitch!"
"At least there's no blood on my stilettos," Molly said.
"Knock em dead, Molly," Julie saie, standing next to Tod. "Where's Candice?"
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"So let me get this straight," Candace said, annoyed. "My ex-boyfriend went on a psycho killing spree, Billy had his first date, there was a school shooting, Perry was arrested, and none of you thought to invite me?"
The gang shrugged. "Assholes!" She swore.
Once again, the gang were sitting in the Hitchcock - Hooper household. Candice was sitting on the coffee table, Carla next to her. The couch was a three seater. On the left arm rest, Todd was sitting, followed by Julie, then Molly, then Sam, who had Billy in his lap. Erin sat on the right arm rest, and Ian and Amber set on the floor.
"Someone had to entertain dad," Carla said.
"He overdosed on meth on the way here! Mom texted me and asked if we were coming," Candice retorted.
"What did you say?" Sam asked.
"Told her dad can go to hell."
"Of course," They all said.
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A/N: Hey, readers! Thank you for following the story all this way! It's not over!
One more chapter before the sequel!
Yeah. A sequel.
Final Destination: Make your Mark.
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