Scene 17
Trey, Vanessa and Lissy frantically bang on the door.
The commotion from inside has stopped. Trey, noticing this, holds up a hand and stops Vanessa and Lissy. They all wait.
TREY CARSON: I don’t hear anything...
LISSY HARLOW: Do you think...?
TREY: (abrupt) No! I mean, of course not.
He leans against the door.
TREY: Flint? Flint, can you hear me?!
Inside the den, Flint is on the ground, dazed and baffled. He staggers to his feet and looks to the unmasked killer for the first time. His eyes focus in on him.
FLINT MONTENEGRO: Oh, you gotta be f_cking kidding me!
Jake Martin stares Flint down, holding the knife.
VANESSA ABRAHAMS: (O.S.) Flint!
Flint just stares, mouth agape. Jake charges at him and Flint finally reacts, grabbing Jake’s wrist. The tip of the knife inches from his shoulder.
FLINT: (struggling with effort) I always knew you were a lousy cop!
Jake says nothing and continues to force the knife ahead. Flint is barely able to hold him back.
In the living room, Kirsten falls off of the couch. She rolls onto the floor, groaning in pain. Lissy sees this and rushes over.
LISSY: Kirsten!
KIRSTEN CHADWICK: I’ll be fine...
LISSY: Here, let me help you up.
KIRSTEN: We need to...need to get out.
LISSY: I know. But Flint?
KIRSTEN: (through her teeth) I can get help.
LISSY: No, no way! Not in your state.
KIRSTEN: Let me help, damnit. I’ll crawl out the door if I have to.
LISSY: I can’t let you. You just need to rest.
KIRSTEN: Rest? I’ve been doing that for almost an hour now. I need to get off my ass before I go insane.
LISSY: That’s kind of what you do when you get shot...
KIRSTEN (heated): I can get Megan! Don't you want to find her?!
LISSY: We have to be practical, Kirst...
Trey begins to kick the door with his foot, grunting with effort. Vanessa urges him on as he continues to kick at the wood. Lissy and Kirsten both look. Trey manages to burst through the wood in a small hole with his foot. With his hands, he shoves through the broken wood and reaches in, unlocking the door.
He and Vanessa force it open at the same and rush inside. They barely make it a foot inside the den before they stop in their tracks.
VANESSA: (relieved) Flint!
TREY: (surprised) Detective Martin?!
Flint and Jake both look to Vanessa and Trey. Jake pulls Flint off the wall and wraps an arm around him. He presses the knife firmly against his throat.
JAKE MARTIN: (erratic) Stay there! I’ll do it.
FLINT: Ironic…the cop starts a hostage situation.
JAKE: (hissing in his ear) You shut up!
VANESSA: What the hell is going on?
JAKE: No one move! (to Lissy) You over there! Come over here where I can see you.
Lissy slowly turns to face Jake, a voice she’s heard once or twice before. She didn’t know what to think when she saw him in the den, holding Flint at knife point.
KIRSTEN: (whispering) Get on over there. He hasn't seen me. I can go for help.
LISSY: (low, assertive) No!
KIRSTEN: Go or he’ll kill Flint and then we’ll have no chance.
Lissy shakily stands to her feet. Swallowing hard, she approaches the broken den door and stands in the threshold. She can’t help but wonder what Megan was doing. In the doorway, she blocks Jake’s view of Kirsten.
Slowly, Kirsten begins to inch her way across the floor. She keeps her stomach off the ground and desperately claws her way through the carpet to the front door.
TREY: Let him go.
FLINT: Great negotiating skills, Trey.
TREY: Shut up! I don’t see you doing any better!
Jake’s grip tenses more. Lissy fights back a tear. Vanessa fidgets nervously. Trey stares at Jake and Flint.
LISSY: Please let him go…we didn’t do anything.
JAKE: (mad) Isn’t that what they all say? You all think you’re innocent.. And maybe some of you are. But some of you aren't. And that's all that matters right now.
VANESSA: What are you talking about?!
Jake shakes his head furiously and backs up more, Flint in tow. No one moves a muscle.
Kirsten lugs herself out the front door. She rolls down the porch step and onto the cement pathway, stomaching facing up. She groans in pain, feeling pressure in her stomach. There’s a lot of blood.
Soon, she gets a hold of herself and begins to crawl again. She moves through the grass, feeling the blades between her fingers.
Inside, it is silent and the tension is heavy. Jake is against the wall, still holding Flint in front of him like a shield.
FLINT: (whispering) You don’t have the balls, do you?
JAKE: Don’t try me.
FLINT: I just did.
Jake presses the cold metal into Flint’s neck, drawing a little bit of blood. They both begin to breath heavily. Lissy stifles a loud gasp. Trey watches the two carefully, looking for a way to get Flint away from the killer. Vanessa is wildly confused.
FLINT: You can’t do it, can you?
JAKE: I…
FLINT: Put the knife down. You can walk away from this now before anyone gets hurt.
JAKE: (shuddering) It’s too late for that.
Vanessa leans into Trey.
VANESSA: (low) What are they saying?
TREY: (matching her tone) Don’t know, can’t hear. I don’t like the looks of things though.
They both straighten up again.
Outside, Kirsten has a reached a small tool shed on the side of the houses. Clearly in pain and worn out, she looks up at the handle of the door. It seems miles away from down on the ground.
Jake is becoming increasingly angry. Flint provoking him isn’t helping.
Jake suddenly shoves Flint violently towards the den window. He goes crashing through it, the glass exploding in a shower of shards. He falls down into the garden, unconscious, with blood coming from his nose. His arms cut up by the rose bush there. He doesn’t move.
Kirsten, at the tool shed, cranes her head in Flint’s direction. She can’t tell who it is but she sees a figure lying in the garden. With ease, she gets to her feet.
Inside, Lissy is screaming.
TREY: Flint!
Jake begins to run forward after the three. Trey spins on his heels and forces Lissy and Vanessa out of the room.
TREY: Go, go, go!
They exit the den and Trey pulls the door closed behind him. But as he faces it, he knows it won’t hold anyone back. Jake comes barreling through the door, wood blasting everywhere. He tackles into Trey and they both fall to the floor. Trey moves his head quickly as the knife stabs down into the carpet.
TREY: Run! F_cking book it!
Lissy, stunned and panicking panicking, tears of fear staining her cheek, runs for the kitchen. Vanessa grabs a lamp and approaches the wrestling two.
Outside, the pained look on Kirsten’s face is replaced by a blank, emotionless face. She opens the shed door, moves inside and shuts it. The camera lingers on the small shed for a beat.
Lissy bursts through the kitchen door, her shoes squeaking against the hardwood floor. There’s no one in here.
LISSY: (freaking) Megan? Megan?!
She moves into the kitchen. Checks around the island. In the closet. Under the table. No sign of her. Lissy frantically looks around the kitchen. Where is Megan? She begins hyperventilating.
Vanessa smashes the lamp on Jake’s back. He flinches but seems to shrug the hit off. Vanessa looks around. There doesn’t seem to be anything else to use. Suddenly, she feels a tug on her legs and the next thing she knows, her head is rebounding against the floor. She shouts in fright as Jake begins to climb on top of her. The look in his eye scares Vanessa beyond words. She struggles to fight him off but he holds her to the ground.
He raises the knife up but Trey comes up behind him and tugs him off by the collar of his shirt. Jake is pulled backwards in surprise. Trey lunges for the knife but Jake hugs it close, making Trey miss and fall to the ground. Vanessa scrambles backwards as Trey and Jake wrestle once more.
In the shed, Kirsten pulls off her shirt and drops it to the floor. She pokes around her stomach but from the camera angle, we can’t see what she is doing. Then, there is a rip and Kirsten drops a bloody pad and some empty pouches on the ground. She turns to face the camera.
No bullet wound.
In the garden, Flint stirs slightly.
In the kitchen, Lissy darts towards the basement door and opens it up. She looks down the stairs. The lights are off.
LISSY: (screaming) Meg! Where are you?!
No one calls back. Lissy slams the door shut in anger and fright. She turns back to the center of the kitchen and notices the back door is open.
LISSY: Oh my god…
She hurries over to the back door and gazes out across the backyard. Doesn’t seem to be anyone else there either. Her breathing is sharp and heavy. From the other room, there is a large crash. Followed by a scream from Vanessa. Then, a few beats later, there are rapid footsteps stomping up to the second floor. Lissy stares to the ceiling. Her heart pounds and a cold sweat forms on her forehead. What to do?
Choice for Lissy Harlow (wsukellie)
A) Run out the back door and find help somewhere
B) Head back into the room with Trey, Vanessa and the killer to help
C) Go to the basement and hide
D) Go to the basement to look for Megan
E) Run outside to look for Megan
Trey and Jake are on their feet, both grabbing at each other’s necks and shirts. In a psychotic rage, Jake begins to heave Trey backwards. He lifts him off his feet for a moment and slams him down onto a small table aside the couch. There is a loud crash as the table breaks under his weight and Trey collapses to the floor. He rolls onto his side, barely conscious.
Jake raises up his knife and thrusts it down.
Vanessa swoops in just in time, running into Jake and pulling back on his arm with just enough force to stop the stabbing. Jake elbows Vanessa and shoves her backwards. She trips to the floor. Jake whirls around and begins to close in on Vanessa.
VANESSA: No! No!
She scrambles backwards and bumps into the stairs. Jake lunges at her and she turns and begins to head up the steps, no where else to go. Jake bounds up after her, two steps at a time. He grabs her by the pant leg and pulls her to the ground. They both fall. Vanessa spies the top of the landing just a few steps up. Jake begins to drag her down to him as she claws her fingers into the flight of stairs to get a grip.
In the shed, Kirsten has put her shirt back on. She turns around and the angle reveals two dead bodies at her feet. Hudson and Megan. As we pan over Megan's body, the faint sound of screams from long-ago echo over her.
Kirsten just studies them for a second. She crouches down next to Hudson who has been propped against the wall. She gently puts her palm against the side of his face.
KIRSTEN: This is all for you...
Kirsten grabs a large knife off the floor by Megan’s feet and stands up. She moves for the door.
Vanessa flails her leg back and forth to try and shake Jake. Her jean pant leg begins to rip. Vanessa manages to deliver a powerful kick to the side of Jake’s jaw. He staggers off of her and slides down a few steps. Vanessa hauls herself to her feet and runs up to the landing of the second floor.
Choice for Vanessa Abrahams (Speeders)
A) Run to the bathroom
B) Run to Megan’s room
C) Run to Lissy’s room
D) Run to the parent’s master bedroom
E) Try to get out the window at the end of the hall somehow
Trey groans and slowly sits up. Splinters of wood stick to his hair and clothing. Groggy and slightly out of it, he gets up and brushes the wood off. He looks around the room. Lissy is gone. Vanessa is gone. Kirsten is gone. The killer is gone. No sign of Flint either.
Trey pauses for a beat, trying to listen for anything. The house appears silent.
Choice for Trey Carson (edrew)
A) Go into the kitchen to look for Lissy
B) Go into the den to look for Flint
C) Go out front to look for Kirsten
D) Go upstairs to look for Vanessa
E) Get something to protect yourself and wait it out where you are now
In the rose bush, Flint finally comes to full consciousness. Bleary and cut up, Flint manages to roll himself out of the roses and the shattered glass. His clothes and arms are dirtied by the soil on top of the small drips of blood. He begins to stand but notices a figure moving across the lawn towards the front door. He quickly drops back down to the dirt, hidden by bushes and flowers. He watches silently.
The figure seemingly glides through the grass by the way they move gracefully. They approach the front door but with no porch light on, Flint can’t make out who it is.
The front door opens and the shape slips inside.
Flint waits a moment before getting up and shifting out of the garden. He trips over something and falls into the grass. He pulls his feet out of the tangled mess of bushes, plants and vines. A deep sigh escapes from him.
FLINT: Crazy night…
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14 years ago
Scene 18
Flint begins to get up but a figure back tracks out of the front door. He presses himself back against the grass. He watches as they flee from the front door and head towards the driveway.
FLINT MONTENEGRO: (breathlessly) Kirsten?
Flint clambers to his feet and chases after her. She approaches Trey’s car.
FLINT: Kirsten! What the hell is going on?
He notices her standing, perfectly fine. She is leaning over one of Trey’s tires. He runs up to her.
FLINT: Kirsten…?
She abruptly jumps to her feet, shocked to see Flint standing there. There are no words exchanged between the two of them. Flint sees that something is wrong.
FLINT: (wary) Kirsten….what’s going on? Aren’t you hurt?
KIRSTEN CHADWICK: (nasty edge) Be more specific…
In an instant, Kirsten smashes the butt of the knife against Flint’s temple. He collapses to the ground out cold. Kirsten leans over and punctures the tire with the tip of her knife. Then, she grabs Flint’s legs and begins to drag him away.
Inside, Trey stirs. He groans and slowly sits up. Splinters of wood stick to his hair and clothing. Groggy and slightly out of it, he gets up and brushes the wood off. He looks around the room. Lissy is gone. Vanessa is gone. Kirsten is gone. The killer is gone. No sign of Flint either.
Trey pauses for a beat, trying to listen for anything. The house appears silent.
He notices the front door is open. He hurries towards it and looks out to the front yard. There is no one there.
TREY CARSON: (slowly) Kirsten? You out here?
He cranes his head towards the broken den window. He sees the flattened bushes and flowers and the glass shards. No sign of Flint though.
TREY: (under his breath) Sh_t.
He moves out of the threshold and down into the grass. He looks around. The night is eerily silent. The dark street is empty. Trey’s phone suddenly chirps, starling him slightly.
He quickly checks it and the screen reads “Searching for Service”. He scoffs at it and slams the phone to the ground. It is then he hears air hissing. But he isn’t sure where its coming from. Questioningly, Trey begins to move across the lawn towards the source of the noise. He approaches his car and sees all the tires slashed.
TREY: Of course…
He stands back up and gazes across the lawn again. Where the hell did everyone go?
Suddenly, a wire comes over Trey’s head and pulls tight against his neck. He gasps and grabs for his neck as the masked figure behind him pulls tighter.
Trey kicks off the ground and forces his body into the killer. They stumble backwards against the car. Trey wrestles back and forth to free himself but the wire cuts into his neck deeper. He hears the killer breathing into his ear, straining with effort to hold him back.
Trey shouts but only pained grunts are heard. He thrashes to and fro. The killer suddenly drives his knee into the small of Trey’s back, making Trey buckle and double over. He falls towards the cement of the driveway but the killer holds the wire firmly. It sinks even more into Trey’s neck and he can’t dig his fingernails under it. His face runs red. His mouth is open wide in horror. No sounds or breaths come from it. The veins in his forehead bulge. Then, it happens.
Trey’s hands fall limp and dangle loose at his side. His legs stop kicking. His head dips forward. The killer releases the wire and Trey’s body slumps to the cold ground. Dropping the wire, the killer pulls the knife back out from their pocket. They begin to walk off.
Cut to Lissy:
As she bolts out to the backyard. She quickly looks out around the entire fenced area. No sign of Megan. She tears off for the small play house and looks in through the plastic window. Not in there either. She runs around to the fence gate and goes through it, appearing at the side of the house. It is then she eyes the shed.
LISSY HARLOW: (fearful) Please be in there…Megan…
Lissy jogs towards the shed.
On Vanessa as she finally stumbles up the steps. She can hear Jake cursing in pain behind her. Vanessa begins to run through the hallway, not sure where to go. She enters the first door on her left and slams the door shut behind her. She locks it and leans against it, breathing heavily. She takes a moment to catch her breath before feeling around the wall. She palms the light switch and flips the light on.
Vanessa realizes she’s in the small, upstairs bathroom. Very small.
VANESSA ABRAHAMS: (softly) F_ck!
She crosses the bathroom to the small window and moves the curtain tails away. She can see out across the side yard and some of the front yard. She spies Lissy walking towards the outdoor shed. She begins to bang on the window.
VANESSA: (screaming) Lissy! In the house! Please help me!
On Lissy as she draws closer to the shed. Vanessa is visible in the background, banging on the window and shouting. Lissy hears nothing. Most of the lights in the house are out except the bathroom light. Vanessa is but a desperate figure stuck behind the glass. Lissy reaches for the shed door.
Back on Vanessa. She moves to open the window but it’s locked. She begins to search for a lock when suddenly, with one swift kick, the locking mechanism breaks and the door goes blasting open. It bangs against the wall loudly and makes Vanessa whirl around. Jake charges at her.
She screams as he grabs her and drags her away from the window. Vanessa begins to claw at his face and scream even louder.
VANESSA: NO WAY. Do you hear me, bastard?! NO WAY IN HELL…
Cut to Lissy. Before opening the shed door, she glances back at the house. The bathroom window is unoccupied. She opens the it.
Cut to Vanessa as she manages to kick Jake off. They both fall to the floor. Jake gets up and we see scratch marks across his cheek. Direct hit from Vanessa. Jake starts towards her again and she begins to pick things up off the bathroom counter and chuck them at Jake.
VANESSA: Stay back! Get away from me!
Jake shrugs off the hits and lunges at Vanessa. She steps to the side just in time and moves for the door. Jake turns and tackles into her. They fall past the shower curtain and into the porcelain bathtub. Vanessa flails wildly as Jake lays groggy on top of her. She manages to push him off and start to get up. Jake reaches up and punches her square in the stomach. Vanessa falls backwards, landing on the bathtub handles. Water from the shower head begins to pour down on the two. Vanessa slips in the tub and falls back on top of Jake. The knife slides from his hand, wet with water. The two are getting soaked.
Vanessa forces Jake’s head down as she gets up. She tries to step out of the tub but Jake grabs her ankle. She falls out of the bathtub and onto the hard tile floor, scratching up her elbows. She lays, dazed. Jake released her and picks up his knife. He steps forward and swings the knife towards Vanessa but it gets caught in the shower curtain.
Jake slips from the water and falls into the curtain. The rod, curtain and all fall down onto Jake as he lands in a wet, tangled heap on the floor.
Vanessa reaches for the curtain rod for a weapon. Jake springs up from under the curtain, screaming manically. He quickly sinks the knife into Vanessa’s stomach once. Vanessa shrieks and falls down against the door, red beginning to seep in through her wet shirt. Jake lunges at her but Vanessa holds up the curtain rod. It jabs into Jake’s stomach and holds him back. With the rod, she pushes him backwards and begins to beat on his shins and legs with it.
Vanessa swings it upwards and catches Jake between the legs. He falls to floor, groaning angrily from the sensitive hit. Vanessa staggers to her feet and with a burst of energy, she smashes the end of the rod harshly into Jake’s face. He rolls into a ball, blood coming from his mouth. Vanessa drops the metal rod and stumbles out of the bathroom.
Things are a little woozy as a dripping wet and bleeding Vanessa makes her way down the wall. She drags her hand along the wall as a support, leaving wet stains as she goes. Her stomach throbs and she clutches it with her other hand.
Suddenly, she collapses to her knees. She slowly lays down on the ground, tired and hurt. She tries to drag herself over to the stairs but soon passes out.
Soaking wet, Vanessa lies out cold at the top of the stairs. There is no movement in the house.
Smash cut to Lissy screaming. At her feet, Hudson and Megan lie unmoving. She quickly swoops down to Megan and cradles her in her arms.
LISSY: (gently) Megan, can you hear me? Megan? Megan, wake up!
Lissy goes to move the hair away from Megan’s lifeless face. She notices blood on her own hand. Her lip begins to quiver and her body trembles. Looking past Megan, there is a large puddle of blood. Lissy gasps in horror and grips Megan’s tighter. A few tears begin to roll down. There is no breathing or heartbeat from the small, fragile body. Lissy slowly sets her down but can’t bring herself to check for a pulse. Then she glances to Hudson and clamps a hand over her mouth. His neck is slashed open.
Lissy screams again, more tears coming down. She wobbles to her feet but can do nothing else as a hand clamps over her mouth and pulls her backwards. Lissy violently thrashes and frees herself, turning to see the masked assailant. Holding a knife.
LISSY: (unbalanced) You….you…
She notices something about the figure this time. Smaller than Jake. More slender and curvy. Lissy can’t process anymore than this though.
LISSY: (shouting) You killed them, didn’t you? You f_cking bastard, you killed them!
Lissy attacks the killer, throwing punches and kicks. She is shouting in anger as she digs her nails into the killer’s arms and kicks at their legs. The killer elbows her and kicks her backwards. She flies back into the shed and falls right on top of Megan’s body. She glances at it quickly, fighting back more tears. She gets back to her feet ignoring the hit.
Lissy grabs a shovel off the wall and swings it madly. The killer turns to shield the hit. The shovel connects with his back and makes him cripple, dropping the knife. Lissy brings the shovel down again, hitting the killer’s side. They flop.
Lissy throws the shovel aside and grabs a pair of hedge clippers. She opens them and stabs them down at the killer. The killer rolls just in time as the shears pierce the wooden flooring. Standing, the killer punches Lissy right across the face. She stumbles away from the weapon. The killer charges at her, knocking her into the wall. The shelf above them gives out and spills cans and other various things all over the ground.
Lissy shouts in anger and slams the killer into the work bench across from them. A tool box falls from it and sends tools everywhere. Lissy backhands the figure and kicks them towards the opposite end of the shed. She picks up a wrench and hurls it through the air.
It hits the killer square in the forehead, eliciting a groan and making two gloved hands clutch the forehead.
Lissy is panting and enraged. Her hair is all over the place. Her clothes slightly ripped. But she’s not done yet. She picks up a power drill off the workbench and charges. The killer begins to recover but Lissy shoves the drill towards the killer and presses the button.
Nothing happens. Lissy is shocked, trying to press it again. Still nothing. There’s no batteries. The killer swats the drill from Lissy’s hand and sinks the knife into her side. She shrieks in pain as the killer twists the knife then pulls it out. Lissy’s eyes water as she is grabbed by the hair and thrown against the wooden shed wall.
She tries to punch forward but the attacker grabs her arm and slices it quickly with the knife. Then, the killer rushes her with all their body weight.
Barreling into Lissy, the old wooden shed wall gives out behind them. The two go crashing through the wood and onto the outside grass.
Lissy is barely conscious, groaning and moving her head back and forth. The killer grins under the mask and wraps two hands tightly around Lissy’s throat. She barely reacts as the hands grip tighter around her and cut off air.
Cut to a very dark space. It is quiet at first. Then, something begins to move around. We see a body moving around in the small area.
FLINT: (confused) Not where I was hoping to wake up.
Flint tries to get up but his head knocks against something cold. He recoils, hissing through his teeth. He continues trying to move around until he realizes where he is.
FLINT: This is worse than that hotel room in Columbia…
It’s the trunk of a car.
FLINT: (muttering) This feels like a bad CSI episode or something…
Flint pushes on the top of the trunk but it doesn’t budge. As he glances around, he notices a thin sliver of light. He adjusts as much as he can in the fixed trunk and reaches for the light. He feels an opening where the seat moves down. Flint pushes against it and an opening reveals, leading into the back seat.
Flint frowns at the size of the hole.
FLINT: I’m not built for this sh_t.
He begins to crawl toward it and try to wiggle through. His hips get stuck halfway through but he continues to turn and rotate to free himself. He grabs the front seat and manages to squeeze through. He pops out and rolls onto the floor. Sitting up, he realizes it’s Kirsten’s car. Kirsten!
Flint pops his head up and looks out the window. No sign of her or anyone else. Trey’s body is gone. Flint remembers what happened between him and Kirsten.
FLINT: What is that little bitch up to?
Cut back to Lissy.
She’s abnormally weak and unable to fight back. The killer continues to wring her neck, occasionally rattling her head. Lissy chokes to get air. The masked person has too much of the upper hand. Lissy begins to fade…
TREY: (O.S.) This is for trying to choke me out, you bitch!
Trey runs onto the frame and slams the empty tool box down on the killer’s head, knocking them out. The killer slumps aside and Lissy takes in a deep breath. Trey leans down over her, a tender red line visible across his neck. Lissy begins coughing and grabbing at Trey’s collar.
LISSY: (weak) Holy f-ck. Holy f-ck, Trey…
TREY: Hey, hey. Don’t shatter my illusions now. I’m not used to your filthy language…
LISSY: (sardonic) Suck on it, Trey.
TREY: Well, at least you haven’t lost your fighting spirit –
Lissy lets her head rest on the ground. Trey glances down at her stomach. A large, broken piece of wood is impaled through her stomach. He cringes at the sight and quickly turns back to Lissy.
LISSY: (detached) Where’s Kirsten? And Flint?
TREY: I’m not sure. I couldn’t find anyone.
Trey glances warily over at the killer. He needs to get Lissy out of here fast.
Lissy picks her head up and looks down at her wound. She gasps loudly, causing herself extreme pain. Trey cradles her head.
TREY: Lissy! Don’t be doing that.
LISSY: It’s know it’s bad, Trey.
TREY: (smiling) Nothing a band aid can’t fix.
Lissy laughs, almost morbidly and dryly. She squints up into the sky.
LISSY: (softly) It doesn’t hurt, you know. Maybe this is what it’s like…
TREY: What what is like?
LISSY: (wise) Don’t make me go all Collins English Dictionary on you, Trey. It’ll kill the mood.
Her meaning hits Trey like a ton of bricks.
TREY: Shut up, Lissy. Shut up…
LISSY: What, you’re going to cut off my last words now…?
TREY: (emotional) No. No. Because you know what? There won’t be any last words. Because you’re going to stay. Okay? This isn’t a matter of choice, Lissy. You’re staying. Here.
LISSY: That’s my boy. Always the controlling type…
TREY: (trying to ignore her) Can I get you off? We should get you off this wood and get you inside. You need some medical attention, fast.
He sniffles slightly. Lissy, for some reason, grins.
LISSY: What is this, the dialogue to a bad porno?
She seems accepting of her fate. Trey grips her hand tighter. Even as a tear drips down his face, he smiles weakly at Lissy.
LISSY: (distantly) It could’ve been different, you know, Trey.
TREY: What…?
LISSY: It didn’t have to be like this. You know? If you’d – if I’d – (coughs) It could’ve been…
Lissy begins to cough more, her body shaking. The broken pieces of wood under her rattle. More tears come down Trey’s face. He holds Lissy tighter.
LISSY (faint): …better.
TREY: (very soft) I don’t think it could’ve been better.
The killer begins to stir.
TREY: (losing it) I’m going to get you out of here, hold on.
He attempts to lift Lissy up. There is a repulsive, fleshy sound as the wood slides out of Lissy’s body. She shivers in his arms.
Suddenly, a hand connects with Trey’s face and he falls backwards. Lissy falls back down onto the wood, impaling her deeper. Trey stumbles back into the tool shed and falls onto the mess.
Trey gets up and sees Lissy. Not moving. The killer stands next to her. Then looks back at Trey.
Angry and hurt at the same time, Trey gets up and sprint out the other end of tool shed. He runs right through the lawn and to the front door. He bumps right into an injured Vanessa who seems to have recovered a little.
TREY: Vanessa!
VANESSA: Trey, thank god. What happened?
TREY: Jake…he…killed Lissy. In the shed. Hudson and Megan too.
VANESSA: Megan? (beat, a little more hysterically) Hudson? (higher) LISSY?
Trey nods: slow, sad and angry.
VANESSA: Jake? (beat) But he was inside after me…He’s still upstairs! (beat)
TREY: Wait…
Flint emerges from a nearby car and rushes up to the two.
FLINT: Finally, someone who doesn’t want to kill me! (slowing up) You don’t want to kill me, right?
VANESSA: (near tears) No more than usual.
FLINT: Atta girl. (with them) So, what’s going on? What’s happening? Kirsten attacked me and locked me up in her trunk!
Vanessa and Trey look at each other.
VANESSA/TREY: (at the same time) Kirsten…
The three turn around as they hear footsteps coming towards them from inside. Jake
appears at the bottom of the steps.
VANESSA: Run!
They begin to back away from the front step when something approaches them from the grass. The second killer. They drag Lissy’s body through the grass along with them.
TREY: (screaming) Kirsten!
She smirks. Pulls off her mask.
KIRSTEN CHADWICK: (laughing) Trey. Sorry about the girl. She was never going to be yours. Not while I was around.
FLINT: (cautiously) And the sh_t hits the fan…
END SCENE
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