>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHJxedmc9FwSpencer greedily sucked on his inhaler like he was breastfeeding on Christie Brinkley's tits, while Derek was trying to console a distraught Amber who had just recently remembered she had a little brother to take care of.
"Where is he?! He, like, always comes to me when he's scared and junk. Always!"
"He's a smart kid, babe. Don't worry, he's probably just hiding somewhere."
"What if he's hurt? Or, like, dead?! Daddy's gonna kill me... And then I'm gonna, like, kill myself." she was on the verge of tears.
Norman was reinforcing the barricade with a second bookcase, when he noticed Miles hopscotching out of Amber's walk-in closet with a neon pink ski boot in his hand. The President of the Debate Club sat down on the bed and stuffed his bandaged-up stump inside the boot, clasping the straps as tight as possible.
"Ugh!" he got up and took a few steps forward. "Good enough." he grabbed Derek's baseball bat and made his way to the balcony doors.
"Um, Smiles, pardon my French but what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"We're sitting ducks here. I'm gonna go look for Stephanie."
"Dude, Derek said he just saw them!"
"Yeah, half an hour ago."
"Come on, man, they're probably just--"
"Dead? 'Cause the only logical conclusion to that sentence if I don't do something about it."
"So what's the plan here, Miles? You gonna protect her with that toothpick? Stumpy McSmiley VS Meat Mountain?! That's gonna end well..."
"You don't get it, I--"
"What don't I get, Miles?! What doesn't the big dumb linebacker get, exactly? We've lost three people already! For the love of God, please, don't be a hero."
"She said yes, Norm. She said yes. I have to do this. I can't let her down."
The boy opened the doors just in time to see a hand grab the railing outside and a huge silhouette climbing up the balcony.
*KRA-KHOW!*
A lightning struck somewhere in the distance. The killer's antlers cast horrible shadows upon his victims' faces; his bloody axe glinting in his hand.
"RoOm sErviCe! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"
"Oh, fuck!"
*THUNK!*
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Sarge reluctantly climbed into the bed of Derek's truck, whining all the way up. Stephanie placed both hands behind his ears and gave him a kiss on the head.
"We won't be long, buddy." she gently squeezed his neck. "I promise, okay? If you see anything, just bark. Yes?"
"Vroof..." the dog let out a sad sigh, as if to say: "Okay..."
"Let's book it."
Stephanie and Megan started down the front lawn, following the cobblestone path on their way to the shed; a thick curtain of rain wherever their flashlights pointed.
"So, not that I'm complaining but, what are you doing here?"
"Your dad called. He asked me to drop by and check on you guys 'cause he couldn't reach you on the phone."
"Thank God."
"Do you have any idea who might be behind all this?"
