Camp Kill Yourself

Chapter 13: The End is Not Here...Yet

A/N: Alright, so I wanted to end on Chapter 13 but I just couldn't do it. So, the fun shall be extended into a 14th chapter.

Spencer grumbled extensively as he wandered throughout the downstairs rooms of the clubhouse, splashing kerosene as he went. "We have to write on them too because of CONSISTENCY," he growled at his befuddled sidekick. "If anything goes awry and they find the bodies, everything has to match up and point toward one killer. One motive. One looney."

"Oh right," Vinny nodded but he didn't look convinced at all. "So, like, what do we carve into this one?" He moved his black and white mask up onto the top of his head and grinned, pointing his knife down at TJ's dead body lying on the sofa.

Spencer paused for a moment, and placed a hand to his chin to consider this. "I would have said 'WHORE' but you squandered that on that little language-confused trollop. Not only that, you spelled it wrong!"

"You didn't tell me that this was a fucking spelling test," Vinny gaped. "I did my best!"

"Your best is pathetic," the other man spat back in annoyance. "I don't know," he shrugged. He gazed down at TJ's lifeless, blood-soaked body then and a massive roar issued from the depths of his throat and he began twitching with anger. "You already marked him, you fucking idiot!"

Vinny glanced down and saw the word "ASS" scrawled into his former friend's chest and shrugged. "Woops?"

"Which ones didn't you carve up?" Spencer growled.

Vinny pointed his knife toward the other room. "Velma and that officer, Marchand."

"He's a PIG," Spencer nodded emphatically. "She's a....." his voice trailed off and he looked a bit dumbfounded. "What is she?"

"A girl," Vinny grinned.

Spencer lowered his head then and began pounding his fists into his temples. "Jesus, fuck, you are stupid as shit! Why? Why did I involve you?"

Vinny shrugged. "Because I'm dope?"

"You are a dope, yes," Spencer nodded. He shrugged then and lifted the plastic gas container back up. "I don't fucking care what you carve into her. Just pick something fitting."

He disappeared from the room and Vinny stomped back into the kitchen, stepped into the pantry where he had tossed Velma down beside Wednesday and stood over the two girls. "Shit, Ruth, what are you, you dumb bitch?" He placed the tip of the huge steel knife to his chin and, very carefully, pondered his predicament. "You're a –"

"HEADS UP!" Spencer screamed with glee as he slammed the flat of his palm up into the knife that Vinny was holding, causing the younger man to impale himself onto the brutal edge. This, in turn, lodged the tip of the weapon into the other man's brain matter, ending his life instantly. His body collapsed at his partner's feet, and Spencer clapped with glee. "Good night, World's Dumbest Sidekick!" He danced around the scene with devious delight, before glancing over his shoulder toward the great room. "Time to find my last three guinea pigs and end their miserable little lives!"