Slumber Party Horrors

Paralyzed and Dead (Part 8)

Pomegranate's dark purple eyes loomed evilly down at Sam. Sam swallowed hard, as she took a glimpse at what awaited her. Not only was her home ginormous, but it was also incredibly tall. It was around a 20 foot drop from the edge of the banister to the floor, and only hard tile would await her. She was doomed to either die by an abrupt crash to the floor if her head landed first, break her back on impact somehow, or at least break a limb, if not two. There was no possible chance she could land on her feet like cats typically do. That trait hadn't been passed on to neither her or her brother.

"Any last words?" Pomegranate said, taunting Sam as she held her foot in the air over Sam's fingers. Sam was doing all she could to hold onto the carpet. Her fingers were aching at this point, and she knew that if she held on any longer, her claw-like fingernails that had been genetically passed down through her bloodline, would break. Her fingers and claw-like nails were the only thing between her and the hard tile floor twenty feet beneath her.

With her heart racing in her chest, Sam looked up to Pomegranate to speak her "last words." Sam didn't want to die, and if she could buy time before she or anyone else got hurt, she would. She could see Samuel through the space between Pomegranate's legs as she stood. He was giving a nod to her, signalling he had an idea to make sure Sam would make it out alive.

"Yes," Sam said, her face now serious. She wouldn't have to worry about dying, now that Samuel had something plotted.

~

Samuel quietly crept his way down the stairs as Pomegranate was too preoccupied with his sister. He had craftily slipped his way down the hall and down an extra pair of stairs only the Marque family knew about. They were well hidden behind a door that was situated in a dark corner of the laundry room. Slithering his way around the cold hardwood floors, he made it to the living room, where he watched from below in the corner of the room as Pomegranate stood over his sister.

~

"Pomegranate. That's not your name anymore," Sam said through tears. Her voice was scratchy and pain showed through, but she spoke in a tone of venom. "You're not her. You're someone else. I had no clue that jealousy could do such a thing to a person. You're as good as dead to me..." Sam was never one to speak like that, but she was full of hurt and anger. "You hurt my brother, and you went after Stona. We thought you were our friend. All of this pain you caused was because you wanted Samuel for yourself. Selfishness gets you nowhere in this life, and you should know that. And goodness knows where Stona is now. This house is so big. I'll tell you this though, you monster; have fun in hell."

"So, you turned your last words into a speech, huh?" Pomegranate snarked. "I'll show you what it's like to feel true pain." With that, she stomped on Sam's fingers so hard, Sam thought the bones in her fingers broke. She shrieked in pain and let go.

~

As his sister fell, Samuel lunged himself under her so she would not fall on the tile, but on his body. He was stomach-down on the floor, and he gritted his teeth as he waited for his sister to land on impact.

Sam hit him hard in the spine, and he let out a blood-curdling scream. Sam looked down at him, also screaming as the pain in her foot finally hit her. She had broken it on impact.

"SAMUEL!" She screamed, as a satisfied Pomegranate looked over the edge of the banister to see the two injured.

"Nice guys win last," She said, a sickening grin smothering her face. This evil had been unbeknownst to everyone for such a long time. She was secretly psychotic, and now she didn't have to keep it a secret anymore.

"I-I can't move..." Samuel said as the shock from the pain took itself upon him. His eyes rolled back, and his eyelids fell heavy.

Sam winced in major pain as she tried to get up. More tears came to her eyes as she thought her brother had died.

"Samuel..." she cried through her tears, "Are you dead?"

Pomegranate laughed evilly. "Wonderful," she said, her psychotic grin growing larger. "The weight of your body on his spine has paralyzed him. FOREVER."

The rivers of tears that rolled down Sam's cheeks also clouded her vision. She could only see the red silhouette of Pomegranate from atop the stairs through the salty drops of tears. After all this time, she knew the red color suited Pomegranate, no matter how dull the psychotic signs of her personality seemed repressed.

"My foot is broken," Sam announced. "But I won't stop fighting until the last breath of air slips from my lungs. You are a psychotic monster, and I'll make sure I put you in your place."

~

Stona had scrambled out of the closet as she had heard the screams of Sam and Samuel. She was sure by now that Pomegranate had gone full-fledged killer, and murdered them both, for she could not hear any of the talking between Sam and Pomegranate. The screams had just been loud enough to reach the far end of the house that the closet she hid in was. Despite that, Stone knew she had to escape the house.

Mustering all the courage her little body could, she slipped out of the dark closet. She was fortunate enough to have known the house so well that she was able to pinpoint spots of hiding as she slowly snuck her way to the front of the house.

However, she was incredibly nervous and she feared for her life as she maneuvered her way through the second floor of the Marque household. Every little squeak of the floor elevated her heart rate, and she was fearing that somehow Pomegranate could smell her fear, or even worse, was hunting her like prey.

~

Kyle Landon gleamed down at his watch, watching the arm of it circle around the small clock face. "12:30 am," he said as he crouched down even farther into the bushes. He had heard the loud screams and was hoping Sam would rush out of the door to escape the mania inside. It was so dark, but he knew as soon as the door opened, he would hopefully find his beautiful bride-to-be in view.

~

Stona was relieved to see the front room of the house. She had never rushed out of a home so quick. She was relieved to know that the evils that had conspired tonight would now be behind a door that she would now hesitate to go through. She pulled the door open, and stumbled onto the front porch.

The cement was cold under her feet, but she didn't feel it for long. As quick as she had come out of the house, Kyle Landon jumped out from the bushes and grabbed her. There was a knife in his hand, and a wedding ring on his finger. He cupped his empty hand over her mouth.

"My bride," he said, whispering in Stona's ear. His breath was hot on her ear, and it smelled like aged lemon-lime soda and garlic. Stona shook, as shivers ran down her body. She tried to shout out, but her voice was mumbly and distant under the hand that covered her mouth.

"Will you marry me?" Kyle asked Stona. Stona tried to scream, only for it to further be muffled by Kyle's hand.

Kyle was impatient, and could tell by Stona's struggle that she was not up for it. However, he could not tell that this was Stona, and not Sam.

"I take that as a no," he said. "That doesn't make me happy, my love... I guess I'll have to kill you now..." Kyle pulled back his arm that held the knife.

Stona bit the hand that was covering her mouth. Kyle yelled in pain as he drew that hand back, while the other arm that bore the knife cut it's way through the air. The knife jutted and bore itself into her chest, stealing away her life on impact.

The knife he had used was so sharp and so slick, that he was quickly able to remove it from her small breast where it was lodged, and ran off into the night.

"You did not accept the request, so I had to deny you your life, my love. I am truly sorry. Please, you must forgive me..." he whispered into the crisp summer night.