In Cold Blood | Apply Fic

Chapter Twelve: Hurts Worse

"Okay, this is what we're not supposed to do! Have you ever seen Scream?" Rosalynn asks.

"Yes, I've seen the entire franchise. You made Flynn, Eli, Ethan, and I binge the entire series with you like three weekends ago," Roselyn scoffs, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl as they make their way upstairs, several makeshift weapons in hand.

The reach the main lounge and stop dropping things down. Roselyn picks up a pool cue, tossing it between her two hands. She looks at Rosalynn, seeing terror written over her face and tears starting to form in her eyes. Roselyn sighs and lowers the pool cue.

"What's going on, Rosie?" Roselyn asks. "What are you thinking at this exact moment?"

"I'm- I don't know. No number of horror movies actually accurately preps you to be standing in a cabin, your own slasher movie villain chasing you down. I've seen every horror movie and show from A to Z; everything from A Bucket of Blood straight through to Zwart Water. In this situation, it doesn't fucking matter. We're not at Camp Crystal Lake dealing with Jason. We aren't in Final Girl, lost in the woods and running from Jameson and his band of sociopaths. Hell, Candyman isn't the one chasing after us. No. Everything I think I know has to be either reworked or thrown out the window because this dude is our killer; he's not something I've seen before and know enough of to deal with."

"Well that's kind of the harsh reality of this all. We came up here knowing nothing and we're leaving with not much more knowledge. We don't know who this is and we won't know until we get to ready the police report from everything."

Rosalynn sighs and walks into the kitchen. Roselyn follows her, though she feels something in her gut that's screaming danger. She climbs onto the counter, watching Rosalynn as she moves around the kitchen. The latter grabs two glasses from the cupboard and fills them with water. She hands one to Roselyn before climbing onto the counter next to the sink.

"This is really fucking hard, Ro. I feel like I'm just becoming more paranoid by the minute. Just like any moment I could lift a blind to look outside and-"

Rosalynn mocks her actions to her words, actually lifting the curtain to look outside. But once she does, her word stop coming and her body language completely changes. She mutters something that Roselyn can't hear before jumping off the counter, knocking her glass to the ground in the process. It shatters while she runs towards the back patio door. Roselyn jumps off the far side of the counter to avoid the shard then takes off running after the other girl. Rosalynn runs outside, no concern for her own safety at all. Roselyn chases after her but stops dead in her tracks when she sees why Rosalynn freaked out.

Rory. Restrained to a lounge chair completely naked, clearly having frozen to death.

Rosalynn screams as she reaches his body, taking his face in her hands. Tears stream down her face between wails, her legs giving out from under her.

"Rory?" she begs. "Rory wake up. Baby, please open your eyes and look at me. Babe? Baby, please."

Roselyn runs to Rosalynn, forcing her hands off of Rory. Roselyn wraps her arms around the other girl and forcefully leads her inside, Rosalynn refusing to cooperate with her.

"Rosie, please just come in. Please. Rosie, you need to listen to me," Roselyn orders.

She's fairly certain all of her pleas fall on deaf ears. Rosalynn keeps trying to turn back to Rory but Roselyn's grip is tight enough to keep her moving. The two girls make it back inside and Roselyn locks the door, letting Rosalynn sink to the floor in tears. As soon as the door's locked with the curtains drawn, she drops down to the floor with Rosalynn and gathers her in a hug, trying to make her calm down.