Frank's face contorted from human, to killer. The moonlight hitting him, I could still see the tears glisten off of his face.
I saw Frank's hand frighteningly fast pull his mask down back over his face.
He got up to his feet and pulled me with him by my arms.
He shoved me into the locker.
"Not a peep," He said in a hushed tone as he closed the door.
I could see him through the slits, but barely.
I could only assume that the steps stopped as they came into this room.
I heard Frank's grunts and growls, and his figure started moving.
He became out of view.
I heard shrieks of terror.
There wasn't just one of my friends out there.
Soon all of their screams became intertwined, and I couldn't make out who they were.
They were just bodies filled with sounds, escaping the shell.
I think of it as a spaghetti strainer.
I heard the whiffs of Frank's knife slash through the air. I heard metal hit metal. A miss? After hearing that it must of made him angrier, because this time he yelled.
"FUCK YOU"
I could hear shoes start to scuffle.
I managed to fold my arms together in this tiny space. My breathing started to quicken.
I didn't necessarily like being in tiny spaces, but when you're on the run from insane killers it becomes your best friend.
Another thing I didn't really like was leaving my friends for dead.
But really, what choice do I have here?
I gotta keep lover boy here happy or else I'll probably end up worse than them..
Am I using him?
As much as I, well, everyone hates killers.. he's.. my friend..
Boyfriend?
No.
I don't even know if I really like him like that. Plus I'd feel bad about the Nancy thing...
My face strained in frustration.
Why did he put me in the spotlight?
Why did I have to sleep that day?
Just as I was questioning myself, I heard a body crash into something.
I could barely see the figure on the floor. I could see the green jacket glow off of them. Jake..? I saw another figure cover the green with his body. Frank. I cringed as I knew what would happen next. I was waiting to hear screams, but Jake barely made a sound. He really was a tough guy.
Frank's back was towards the locker, covering Jake's face. I heard slashes going into and out of him. Clothes tearing and ripping as the blade went in. The only sound Jake did make was the gurgling in his throat, and spitting up blood.
I saw another figure sneaking behind Frank. What are you doing?? Run!
The figure was actually edging towards my way.
Oh no. My eyes started to widen with fear.
Don't come in here please-
They were mere inches away from the locker handle.
But to my assurance, Frank had grabbed them from their collar from behind. He yanked them away and then slammed them against this locker.
What the fuck??
Frank was bashing them against this locker for way longer than he needed to. Each slam vibrated my entire body. Each slam made me a little more afraid of Frank.I could see the dying eyes from the survivor. Who...?
Then I saw the rose tattoo on his neck.
Maybe Frank needed to bash him a little bit longer. I was still a little pissed at him for all those times with the killers.
David groaned as Frank released him. But he wasn't done yet. David was thrown back onto the floor next to Jake's dead body.
On his back, he clutched his head and went into the fetal position.
Frank straddled him and pushed him so his chest lay flat against the ground. He took his knife and-
I think I'm going to be sick. Again.
I tried looking away but I couldn't. My hands went to cover my neck and my mouth, as if that would in any way protect me.
Frank had drug his knife through David. Splitting him open. Literally opening his chest cavity like he was dissecting an animal.
David's screaming stopped half short. He must of given up. His arms fell to his sides, his body oozed blood.
Frank, on top of dying David sat there. He simply stared at him while panting heavily. His body twinged with energy and rage as he took one final stab at David. Frank made all sorts of anger and grunting noises as he did this action.
As he sat there still I took this time to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my forehead.
Frank started to get up. He came back towards the locker, and I seized back with slight fear. Now remembering why I should be afraid of him.
The door opened.
He was covered.
COVERED, in their blood.
He must of saw my eyes wander about his hoodie and he tried to brush off some if the blood onto his jeans..
He pulled me out of there and he just hugged me. His head rested on my shoulders, though he had to sort of slump down because of my height.
He hugged me tight. I hadn't yet returned the hug. Just processing all of what just happened.
"I don't know if I can do this.." I told him honestly. Feeling sticky now with all of the blood.
"I know I'm a fuckin' travesty," He sighed. "But I'm just... askin' for a chance.."
He stopped hugging me and he backed up. He pushed up his mask with bloody hands, and looked straight at me. He put one hand outstretched onto my shoulder.
"Quen..will you..uh.." He stuttered.
"Will you go out with me..?"
This man was a mess. Literally.
"I.." I started to raise my hands in defeat. My eyes started to dart around the room, and then looking back at the corpses behind Frank.
"I guess..?" I said confusedly.
What the fuck.
Is.
Happening???
But it definitely made him happy when I said it. Even when I said it in the most asshole way possible.
He smiled.
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