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— ⚡︎ ℘ fear street
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THE COUPLE STOOD BEFORE THE serial killer, slowly inching across the wall, trying to put some distance between him and them. "Let's kill this fucker." Kim said aggressively, gritting her teeth. Mike nodded at his girlfriend as they both grabbed something that could be used as a weapon.

Kim was now in possession of a small incision knife and looked to her boyfriend, who was holding a large shard of glass.

Tommy stared in between their heads and struck right there, but thankfully the two ducked in time. Kim found an old, empty potato bag and wrapped it around the murderers head whilst he was trying to take his axe out of the wall. The girl was suffocating Thomas with the bag and Mike stood there yanking the axe out of the wall

"Kill him, Mike! Kill him!" Kimberly persuaded, her grip slipping as the muscly boy struggled in her arms.

And so, Mike raised the axe and slammed it into the suffocating body multiple times. When it finally stopped writhing, Kim let go, expecting it to be dead.

"You good?" she asks the boy covered in blood, staring at the limp body that was sprawled across the floor.

"Yeah, yeah... oh my— Oh my fucking God! I just killed a guy! Jesus Christ, Kim, I'm gonna go to jail!" Michael panicked, his breathing quickened and his hands trembled.

"No you're not, Michael! You stopped a serial killer, you're a good person! You saved the rest of us Shadysiders! You saved me!" Kim smiled, placing her hands on either side of his cheeks.

The brunette boy looked up at the girl with a small smile on his face, "I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." She exhaled, bringing him into a swift kiss.

Mike's smile stretched a bit more but soon dropped when he realised the girls paling face. Her ears began ringing and she felt faint. Kim was gently swaying to the side.

"Kim?" Mike called out to her, dropping to his knees in order to cushion her fall as she collapsed.

"Fucking blood loss man." She muttered out with a weak voice.

"Okay, I'll go get the medkit but you have to stay here, okay? Don't move." He said sternly.

She laughs sarcastically looking down at her sliced leg. "Like I can anyways."

He rushed off to the front of the nature centre as Kim tries to steady her breathing and calm down, muttering 'positive' things to herself: "it's okay, you're not gonna die." "it's just a bit of blood, nothing you haven't dealt with before."

The floor boards in front of her began creaking slightly and she looked up to find Tommy Slater towering over her, axe in hand, ready to strike. The potato sack still covered his face but Kimberly didn't need to see it to know his expression. That same, blank, empty, yet cynical stare coming from the black, emotionless void of his iris'.

She tries to mutter out Mike's name but fails as the shock is too much for her. In no less than two seconds, Tommy had raised his axe the plunged it deep into the girls chest. Kim let out a loud whimper, the only thing she can muster up as anything else would be too painful.

"Kim, what's going on-- Kim!" Mike stumbled upon the scene, immediately dropping the first aid kit.

The boy stared down in horror at his girl lying on the floor, an axe shaped hole in her chest. Tommy's head flicked up rapidly and watched the dark-skinned boy. Showing no mercy to the sixteen year old, he just stared at Mike, whilst hitting the girl over and over with the axe, blood spurting from her mouth, blood seeping through her wounds.

When enough damage was done to satisfy the psycho, he charged out, not even bothering with the other teenager in the room, looking for more helpless victims.

"M-- M-- Mike." She barely got out, every letter making her wince more than the last.

He rushed down to comfort the girl as she sobbed on the floor, lying in her own blood.

"Kim." Tears streamed down his face as he watched the love of his life whither in his arms.
"I shouldn't have left you, I'm so so sorry."

"It's not your fault. You tried your hardest, but Tommy just wouldn't die." She whispered, very voice barely audible through her whimpering and sharp breaths.

His head hung low, staring at his girl. His girl. The one that Tommy stole from him. The one that used to hate his guts. His girl.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" Kim asked, a sad smile on her face as she already knew the answer.

"No, no you're going to be fine." Mike shook his head, but it seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than her. "You've just got to hold on a little longer."

"I don't want to die, Mike." She whimpered, her hands crawling across her body to meet his own. "I don't want to leave you."

"Then don't." He said, holding her hand tightly. "Hold on, please. Please, just hold on for me."

The silence was deafening and all that could be heard was Kimberly's weak wheezing and desperate attempts at keeping her soul upon the Earth. It was getting increasingly harder to stay awake. The fatigue of endless running was taking over, plus the blood loss and life-threatening injuries. Her life was visibly going to waste, her skin paling and her palms growing clammy.

Kimberly Wallis was fading away and there was nothing that Michael Tepper could do to save her. The end of her life was inevitable. This whole night, the pair had been pondering upon their own demise, but now that it was real? It was way worse than they ever could have imagined.

The pain had subsided for the blonde girl, and now she was just waiting for her time to ultimately come. Waiting for God to grace her with his presence and submit her body into the group of angels. But, if God was truly real, why would he have let a hellhound like Thomas Slater appear in his own creation? Why would he have ever let a handful of teenagers die at the hands of someone they were supposed to trust?

"Lee!" A distant voice shouted from outside the nature cabin. "Kimberly!"

Mike recognised the voice and shook the unnaturally pale girl, "Kim." Yet there was no response. "Kim, wake up." The dark-skinned boy frowned and tears slid down his cheeks, uncontrollably. "Kimberly, you have to get up. Please." His voice was weak and crackly as his sentences came to an end.

"Somebody help!" He yelled, letting out sobs of emotional pain. His heart ached and cried for the girl to just wake up.

Perhaps this was all a really horrible nightmare. Perhaps the pair were actually married with kids and Michael was just reliving a possibility of spending summers at Camp Nightwing. Perhaps this was all a wretched, traumatic dream.

AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, the curse was put to an end, or so they thought. Nick Goode had been the one to find the Berman sisters lying on the grassy floor, soaked in blood. Cindy was a lost cause, gashes all over her body and neck but Ziggy... Ziggy was still breathing. Chest compressions, mouth to mouth, everything Nick had learnt in councillor training was finally being put to use.

So many lives had been brought to an end that night, all because of Sarah Fier and her loathsome attachment to the residents of Shadyside. The witch had caused to many undeserved deaths, to teenagers and young adults who barely even knew her story to begin with, and for what? All these killings and curses, what did they bring to her? Nothing.

EVENTUALLY, MIKE HAD TO WALK out of the nature cabin, and when he did, his shirt no longer light blue but a shade of deep red. Ziggy Berman could only stare in horror as his tear stained face shook left and right in failure. She shot up, ignore the sickening pain shooting through her back and reached the boy.

"Miss Berman! Miss! You have to lie down, you can hurt yourself even more!" The nurses called out to her but she neglected their pleas.

"Ziggy! Ziggy, sit down!" Nick backed up the nurses.

"Where's Kim?" Ziggy questioned, not wanting to believe the answer that was scratching the back of her brain. Michael only stared at the ginger girl in sorrow as she backed away in disbelief. "No. No, she said... She promised she'd see me tomorrow. This is my fault! If I had just stayed and helped instead of ran away like a pussy, she would still be alive!"

"Ziggy, it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself, Kim wouldn't want it, and you know it." Mike shook his head, sighing with a breaking voice and a head hung low. He was too ashamed to meet her eye as he felt like he had failed her himself.

And so, Ziggy screamed and cried in devastation and anger at the loss of her best friend, the only person she had left, the only person who had ever stood by her side for everything. She was gone. The nurses dragged the ginger girl away from the boy, her still screaming and crying, placing her in a stretcher and driving her to the hospital.

Nick walked over to his best friend and hugged him and then gave a sympathetic smile. "It's not your fault. Whatever you think, it's not your fault."

"Thanks, man." Mike exhaled shakily. The embrace from the Goode boy only made him weaker. "I really tried, but that motherfucker is fucking immortal."

"Well, not anymore." Nick informed, a sour tone to his voice but the Tepper boy brushed it off. "Ziggy and Cindy put an end to it."

"Good, that's-- That's good." Michael nodded, smiling with tight lips before walking away from Nick.

Police officers began crowding the boy, pressuring him to release as much information as he knew, including the killer and who was murdered amongst the devastation.

"Kim's dead." Was all he could tell them. They were the only words running through his head endlessly, repeating over and over.

Police enforcement began flipping through names on a clipboard, all a list of Shadysiders. "Kim, Kim, Kim..." He muttered out looking for the girls name "Kimberly Wallis?"

The brunette boy simply nodded and pointed to the nature cabin, officers and doctors rushed into the building and started working on the place, taping it off and rushing in and out.

"What was her relationship with you, may I ask? 'Cause, a Sunnyvaler and a Shadysider getting along? Once in a lifetime situation if you ask m--"

"She was the love of my life." Michael put it simply, shocking the officer and making him nod and offer his sincerest apologies.

"Kurt! Kurt!" A woman's voice cried, desperately looking around the crime scene for her son.

"Mom!" The counsellor gasped, pushing off of the bench and rushing towards his mother and father.

"Oh, Kurt, what happened?" His dad asked, looking around the crime scene with furrowed brows.

"Tommy Slater went crazy, Pops. He killed Kim." Kurt admitted, his eyes brimming with tears.

It was the death of Kimberly Wallis that made people realise just how much they really cared for her and how much she really would be missed. It's a deep shame, however, that people only act on their caring if you're dead or well-liked.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✿•˖*
hey... how yall doin...
it's been ages since i updated and then a bring you a chapter like this. sucks to suck man.
okay, but in all seriousness, thank you all for the reads, the votes and the comments, it means a lot to me and a i hope you've enjoyed this story just as much as i've enjoyed writing it.