I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part thirteen

— A gun. — Murphy choked out, jerking her head in the direction of the firearm, which both her godmother and her ex-girlfriend, dressed in a ghost costume, were still trying to reach.

When the older Carpenter finally took her eyes off the brunette lying in a crouched position on the floor and raised her gun, and Richie, as fast as possible with a bullet in his leg, was coming down the stairs, Stu reappeared next to the former redhead. He made sure that his niece noticed him, looked intently at Kirsch and nodded slowly.

— Sam, be careful. — Katherine croaked, trying to warn Tara's sister of what she sensed was going to happen next. Kirsch approached Sam, who, although she did not point a gun at him, kept her hand with a firearm away from her ex-boyfriend. Carpenter, still too distracted by her wounded lover, missed the knife that was moving right into her stomach.

Murphy curled her lips and lowered her head down, trembling with rage and pain when she heard Samantha's scream. Oh, how she wants to take that knife and stab it between Richie's eyes for the pain he just inflicted on the girl she cares about.

Stu happily clapped his hands, and even lifted his upper lip in an almost bestial grin, noticing the murderous expression that flashed across his niece's face for just a second.

Amber pulled the mask off her face and got up from the floor. She took the firearm Kirsch held out and approached Katherine, who did not dare to move, feeling more and more blood pouring out of her body with every movement if she did not pinch the wound.

— Move, bitch. — Freeman ordered, pointing a firearm at the ex-girlfriend, who was forced to crawl to her godmother and fall next to her.

— Darling, stay conscious. — Sidney turned to her goddaughter and even reached out to her with her hand, but Amber clicked her tongue, pointing the gun directly at Prescott's head.

— I wouldn't do that if I were you.

— It's a good thing you're not me. — Sidney snapped, still touching Murphy's hand, wrapping her fingers around her wrist and squeezing it slightly. — Come on, goddaughter, don't you dare lose consciousness. Stay with me, okay?

— Yes, darling, stay conscious, all the most interesting things are ahead. — Freeman sang, twitching her body slightly, as if dancing to music that only she can hear.

Amber grabbed the weakened brunette by the elbow, continuing to point the gun at Prescott, lifted her up and led her into the kitchen, where she roughly threw her into the kitchen cabinets. Sidney went over to her goddaughter and helped her to lean less painlessly on the marble countertop, remaining standing next to her.

Katherine stealthily leaned over to Prescott and whispered something in her ear so that Kirsch wouldn't notice, because he was the only one left with them while Amber left to bring someone who was left on the street to their kitchen.

Carpenter, noticing that Richie's attention had briefly shifted to Sidney, looked at Murphy as if trying to ask her with her gaze, «are you going to be okay?» even though a bloodstain was slowly spreading across her T-shirt.

Freeman returned, dragging one obviously injured, unconscious woman and another by the elbow. A short blonde and a brunette. At the sight of one of them, Stu even jumped off the countertop, which he had climbed on earlier, moving his legs as if he were a little boy, and he put his palms to his comically wide-open mouth.

— Auntie Sid's wife. — The brunette croaked, raising a bloody hand in greeting to Tatum, although they didn't have a very good reason to gather in the same room, to put it mildly. — Gale. The only thing missing is Dewey. Where is he?