Teenagers in 1994 try to put an end to their town's curse before it is too late. Being 1 out of 3 survivors of a massacre can take a toll on a person. Y/n Berman and her sister Ziggy Berman are both survivors of the Camp Nightwing massacre. Both sis...
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The silhouette of a person appeared. As they neared, there face was visible. So was mine. His footsteps slowed once he realized who it was. It's been some time since we've seen each other. Not a lot but enough to make me remember all the fun times we had together.
"Y/n..." Nick spoke.
"I know the truth." I interrupted.
"What are you talking about."
"You were responsible for all this? And you downplayed it like nothing?"
"Y/n, please—"
I prepared to pull the rope the Ziggy and I had set up. Thankfully, it went unnoticed. "How about we play a game of tag. You're it." Pulling it and stepping away, Nick got drenched in a mixture of blood and paint. Deena, Josh, Ziggy and Martin pulled the gates up releasing the killers. Before I could run away Nick held me back.
"Deena! Get them away from me!" Nick shouted to the girl, pulling out his gun. "If I die she dies."
"Nick, let me go." I tried to get out of his grip. "You aren't the same guy from 78'."
"What do you mean? I'm the same guy you fell in love with." He whispered, turning his gun to a different killer every few seconds.
"No, I fell in love with the guy that liked Stephen King and Spiders. Not some satanic monster." I denied his statement.
"Now you're just saying things. I'm the same guy Y/n." Nick brushed me off. Final straw Goode.
"You lied to me. You made me look like a fool, telling ghost stories. I trusted you." I seethed before stepping on his foot and hitting his nose with my head. His grip loosened as he held his face, allowing me to run away.
"You broke my nose, bitch!" He shouted at me. The sound of a knife going into someone's flesh was heard. Looking back I saw Nick's body fall to the floor and the Skull Mask killer behind it. Not looking where I was going, I ran straight into a 6 foot tall man with a mask on. Trying to run the opposite direction, I was pulled back by him. His two hands wrapped around my neck, lifting me up and draining the air out of my lungs.
"Freak, let me go." I coughed causing his grip to tighten. I tried to pry his hands off me but it was no use.
"Your blood is on her. It's on Y/n." Nick yelled from somewhere. The more I fought, the tighter his grip. As I continued fighting the sound of grunting and screaming was heard from behind me. Quickly thinking, I took the mask off his head, I used my fingers to scratch his face, eyes specifically. Ignoring what I had just done, he continued. Gasping for air, my limbs went numb. Everything slowly want black, until it didn't. My vision slowly returning, the air filled my lungs. The Grifter had let go of me, focusing on a new target. I coughed as I stood up. The feeling of someone running and hugging me. Looking down I saw my little sister.
"Why'd you take so long to die?" Ziggy asked, lifting up my head to examine the bruises on my neck.
"Didn't know getting choked by a 6-foot woman killer had a time limit." I laughed. My eyes followed the killers, they were heading for Deena. She had cut her hand open.
"Go! Go! We got him!" Josh shouted to his sister. He was referring to the satanic cop that just got away. Josh, Ziggy, Martin, and I ran into one of the shops, taking off my jacket, I threw it out since it was covered in blood. That distracted the 6 foot bastard that was chasing us.
"Ok, we need a plan B."
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a/n: this chapter is unedited. Hope this chapter met you expectations. Tysm for reading <3
