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Stephanie aimed her flashlight at he far side of the room, illuminating a flailing Priscilla writhing in agony, with the horned giant standing behind her; warm blood spraying out of her fresh wound and onto bookshelves, paintings and assorted furniture like a garden hose gone haywire.
"Oh, no..."
"NeEd a hAnd?!" The man picked up Priscilla's severed arm and waved it at her. "HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"
"S-Steph, help! P-please!" Priscila whimpered, falling to the floor; her one arm reaching toward her friend.
"What do you want, you *monster*?!" with her anger overriding her instincts, Stephanie climbed up on a reading table and started firing at the man with her slingshot; marbles bouncing off of him like marshmallows.
"YoU." the killer threw his axe at her.
*thwip-thwip-thwip-THUNK! CRASH!*
The blade flew through the air and landed on one of the table's legs, bringing it down and Stephanie with it.
The Sherriff's daughter landed on the floor head-first, as her flashlight escaped her grip and rolled away; its beam resting on a fallen Priscilla.
Stephanie propped herself up on one arm and rubbed her forehead, just in time to see the man crushing her friend's head into a pulp as he walked toward her; brains and blood momentarily hugging his work boot as an eyeball slipped away under it.
"OoPs, mY bAd! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"
Stephanie started backing away on her elbows - mouth agape and eyes wide with horror - but it was too late.
"DoN't woRry, StEphaNie. I'm nOt goNna hUrt yOu..." her grabbed her by the throat and raised her in the air.
"Urk!" Stephanie tried to loosen his grip with both hands, to no avail.
"YeT! I'm sAvinG yOu foR lAst, HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!"
"Khhh-why...? Why are-khhh-you d-doing khhh-thisss..." Stephanie mustered.
"SiX yEars aGo, yOu tOok EveryThing awAy frOm Me..." he tightened his grip.
Stephanie was about to faint.
"So toNight, I'm tAking EveryThing awAy fRom yOu..." he tossed her aside and turned to leave, as the girl landed on her friend's corpse.
"AnD All yOu cAn dO is wAtch! HaR-hAr-HaR-hAr-HaAaR!" he slammed the library door shut and locked it behind him; the sound of his footsteps growing fainter as he walked down the hallway.
Stephanie rubbed her throat, greedily sucking in all the air she could handle, before breaking out in a coughing fit; all that entered her lungs was death and Charlie Blue. She sat beside what was left of Priscilla, squeezing her one hand in hers and sobbing in the darkness for a while.
Finally she got up and steeled herself, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
"Eugh..." she looked down at herself; her hoodie was covered in gore. She took it off and threw it away, revealing the ivory-white wifebeater underneath, still in pristine condition; get a four-pack at Jimmy's for only $6.25!
