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scary movie. chapter six
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HER SURROUNDINGS WERE BLACKED OUT. A piece of material swallowed her thick brunette hair and two identical feeling bounds held her firmly to a chair. Cherry's head pounded in agony, subjected from a blow to the side of her scalp by the infamous masked killer. As her head subdued to the excruciating pain of the conscious world, the realisation of her current predicament settled in. Bound to the chair of a masked lunatic that endangered the towns people of her birth place, her home.
A rustle came from the far side of the chamber that the girl had been confined in, panic settled in as the ongoing footsteps advanced towards her. Cherry often suffered with the pressure of being the most flawless girl to walk the grounds of Woodsboro and with that pressure, came struggle. One thing that helped the girl when her breath heightened and her palms grew sweaty, was a little trick her father had taught her many years ago. Five things you can see, Four things you can hear, Three things you can touch, Two things you can smell, One thing you can taste. Apart from this time around, the advice fell short. Cherry could feel the blood as it rushed to her head, the view of the darkness that surrounded her vision cleared slightly. Her breath slowed, caught up in her throat as the darkness that once engulfed her sight was lifted, only to reveal the thing she most dreaded.
Before her eyes, stood not only one murderer but two. Cherry felt as her eyes burnt from the uncomfortable lighting in the room, only now adjusting from the blackness from only seconds before. Tears prickled at the beds of her eyelids, threatening to wash down her once rosy cheeks. The two men stared her way, not once did the soulless eyes beneath the mask tear from her own. A sob escaped from the mouth of the town's angel, one which she hadn't anticipated to release, a glimpse of sorrow communicated to the monsters that watched her, the emotionless bodies of man.
From a young age Cherry's father always taught her one thing, never trust a man. His ideology was hypocritical, for he was a man himself, but the words whispered to the impressionable mind of her younger self couldn't part from the protectiveness of her only guardian. "Never trust a man" He said, "For a man thinks nothing of consequence, nothing of the soul, the heart that truly creates the creature as beautiful as a woman. Men are greedy, selfish and will take anything they think they deserve." Cherry would never believe that evil rooted deep inside a human, for they were crafted from the very hands a divine, higher being itself. To Cherry Valentine nothing was truly wicked, only formed to be seen that way by the human eye. Until now.
"Cherry Valentine." The voice spoke, it was brittle to her sensitive ears, having not heard anything after awakening. Her whole body erupted in goosebumps as a cold, gloved hand made contact with her cheek, "I warned you." A tear dripped down her face as the hand gripped her the bottom of her chin, "You just wouldn't listen."
"I hate girls, man." Voiced the other one, a failed attempt at speaking under his breath.
The killer released his hold on her face and the blood immediately rushed back up to the area, now patterned with a dark redness due to the intensity of the hold. "Shut your trap!" He ordered.
Now the blindfold had been removed from her line of sight, her fathers advice would finally nurse the sense of dread that had nestled into her chest. Her eyes darted around the room frantically, Five things you can see. Five things she could see, the clothes that clung to her legs, a spot of crimson red that had tainted the very material of the pants she wore; unsure wether it was her own blood or from the injure suffered to the killer. The familiarity of the walls she was surrounded by, the door handle that raised a sense of familiarity. Another pleading cry escaped her mouth, this time at the small conclusion that had formed in her mind.
"Oh." The word rolled off his tongue as he turned back to face the battered angel tied to the chair, "Have you figured it out, doll." He questioned her.
The other man moved towards the pair and rested his head on the shoulder of the killer, a knife held firmly in his gloved hand. Cherry tried to keep collected as he strode towards her and gripped her shoulders to keep her in place, the main killer gripped the bottom of his mask as the girl tried to free herself from the restrains. Cherry kicked furiously with all the power in her as beads of sweat formed at the bottom of her scalp towards her forehead, and drops of salt water streamed down her face.
Five things you can see. The clothes that clung to her legs, a spot of crimson red that tainted the material of the pants, the walls, the door handle; The one and only Billy Loomis stood before her. Cherry screamed out, her shrieks and pleads flooded the room that enclosed the three teenagers. The heaven-sent girl felt her soul had been crushed, her heart shattered and torn. Cherry Valentine had never experienced true heartache, her very nature protected her from such a fate, her surroundings refused to subject her from anything that could tamper with the pureness that emitted from her. The room around her began to spin out of control, suffered from a delusional state of mind before her head fell limp.
"We're terribly sorry to have to do this, Cher." The voice of Stu marcher then rang through her brain, "The ritual needs to be complete and what better than the heavenly angel herself." He seemed to present the words to her, as if celebrating the event.
"A full moon tonight, Stu." Billy interrupted, "Just like the ritual says!" He cheered as the girl whimpered and screamed for mercy beneath his words.
"Please!" Cherry cried out, her screams could have made the heavens shed a tear. Her pleads for mercy were filled with hopelessness and dismay, her tears soaked through the already stained clothes. "No! Please!" She thrashed her body against the rope that kept her bound in place."
"Billy.. Should we go through with this?" Stu questioned, his eyes held a glimpse of sympathy as he stared his best friend in the eye, a true devastation that he had made of the golden girl.
"Shut it! Hand me the knife!" Billy ordered his blonde friend, his hand reached out for the weapon.
The girl screamed out for help or for mercy, the screams had reached a point of bargaining, where the girls brain was unsure what she wanted. Cherry had never experienced something like this before, the feeling that her body has forced her into. Her line of sight had became blurred, her head dripped with sweat as beads caught in the soft hair of her eyebrows. Billy stepped towards her and removed the material from his gloved hand, he wiped away a tear from her cheek. "My dear Cherry, you're going to be our saviour. Just like the gods intended you to be." Billy cooed as he held her cheek, "We're helping you achieve your destiny. You're going to be the first sacrifice."
Her eyebrows scrunched together, her sobs now inaudible to other human beings, only her heavy, irregular breaths could he heard. Her body shook from the anticipation of her outcome, the fear had settled and registered within her brain waves, her best friends were going to murder her. "We owe you big time, Cher!" The blonde one smiled widely. Billy pulled the knife and lifted it into the air. Cherry shook her head as much as she could bring herself to, her voice stuck within her raggedy breaths. Another heart wrenching plead forced its way from her soft lips. "Please Billy! Please don't do this!"
"With the deepest malice, we deliver this girl into thee."
