Posted by PK on October 15, 2001 at 18:04:28:
"Please don't chop my head off," begged Candi in a tremulous voice. The floor of the
changing room was littered with the dismembered limbs of her cheerleader team. The gutters
ran with their blood. Here they were, congratulating themselves on the victory of the Dead
Squaw Giants over the Doldrumville Neanderthals and this had to happen. Her pretty blue
eyes ran with tears which coursed down her porcelain complexioned face. It was hell on her
mascara, and it was certainly going to ruin her weekend. Her youthful breasts were trembling
with the mad pounding of her panicking heart. (You can see them because she was halfway
undressed for the shower)
"Don't...."
The Axe Murderer paused briefly to cast a lecherous bloodshot eye over her frail, trembling
limbs, though it was hard to see this through his hockey mask. She fell back onto the floor,
scrabbling desperately, as he came in for the kill.
"Little fool," he snarled, raising his weapon as she cringed in helpless terror. "You'll die like all
the other sluts."
"No, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no, EEEK!" she squealed.
"Oh sod this," muttered the AM, ripping the mask off in disgust. "Can't you get me a part in a
decent story?"
Candi raised herself on one elbow. Her legs were still sprawled prettily, and a little bit
wantonly, which is allowed because she's about to die.
"You're supposed to chop my head off now," she ventured.
"It's so bloody pointless," the AM (actually Gerald, after the mouse in the Syd Barrett song) ,
muttered, as if he hadn't heard. "I could have done Albert or Larry. I wouldn't have
minded......"
"CUT!"
Sorry folks, I'll get it yet...
PK