Chapter fourteen,

i'm not a freak, fuckface!

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"HERE TAKE THIS," Sydney had handed Minnie a knife, all while then just giving Gale a gun, "Why does she get a gun and I only get a knife?" She frowned, and eying the shiny knife that was in her hand.

She wouldn't admit to anyone, but curiosity cruised her entire body, she wonders how it'd feel to stab someone? And, would she feel any sense of guilt, afterwards or excitement like her dad did when he killed all those people.

Gale who simply answered, "Do you know how to shoot? And, don't say Dewey taught you because he wasn't able to aim for his life." She couldn't help, but let a small smile appear on her face remembering him.

It hurts.

Jasmine who gasped, "I'm offended." She placed her hand on her chest acting like if she was hurt.

"Ladies. . ." Sydney had given them a pointed a look, that it was then a loud scream pulled them apart from their little conversation, "You both ready?" Sydney who glanced at them.

Jasmine who just tightened her grip onto the handler of the bottom half of the knife, "Let's rock this shit, bitches." She had straightened her entire body, eyes darkening as she ready for this shit.

Gale who given her honest opinion about all of this, "For this? Never. But, here we go." She sighed in exhaustion.

   The three began heading towards the house only for it to open, Amber appearing in view and just screaming in 'pain', it was then that Jasmine felt herself ready to explode, she'd been about ready to charge at her only for the two women to hold her back, Amber finally managed to speak, "Help me, help me! He stabbed me!" She had held onto the small pole, her eyes just screwing shut.

   Jasmine who screamed, venomously at her and tightening her grip even more, "How about you come over her, and let me stab you!" She recommended, she's been itching to kill Amber since the hospital.

It was then that Amber finally snapped, laughing like a manic, and pulling out her gun immediately aiming for Gale, her eyes glanced at Jasmine one last time, "Pity — Liv didn't get a chance to live, but that's for having a similar name to Olivia Morris." She spat, slamming the door shut.

   Jasmine felt her head spinning, as her eyes drifted towards Gale who was bent onto the ground with Sydney attempting to glance at the wound on her lower abdomen, "Let me see. You got to go to the hospital." She worriedly told her.

   Jasmine who bent down next to them, "No. you said we were gonna finish this. Go finish it, Sydney and Minnie." She told both groans, as she was attempting to catch her breath.

   "Bu—"

   "Gale. . ."

   Gale who's voice broke, "For Dewey."

   Jasmine who glanced at Sydney, "Go. I'll catch up with you in a minute." She gently told Sydney.

Gale who simply groaned in pain, "You should go — I'll be fine over here, Minnie. Go, find Chad." She gently told her since this was also the reasoning into why they came here as well.

Jasmine who's lips just slowly trembled, shaking her own head, "I don't want to leave you alone, the last time I left someone alone — He died, I can't lose you." Her voice lowly cracked.

Sound of the bushes moving captured her immediate attention, a figure who disappeared from sight, "What the fuck? I'll be. . . Never-mind." She had gotten up and her hand slowly raised with the knife tight on her grip, and just pointed forward.

She slowed down her steps when she seen someone laying on the ground, and a familiar jacket, gasping, "Oh, my God. . . Chad!" She ran towards his figure, bending down and pushing him to lay flat on his back, a sob escaped her lips, her voice simply cracking, "Please, no. Please wake up, Chad. I love you too. . . I'm sorry I called you stupid earlier for telling me that you love me, I didn't mean it." She gently told him, shaking his body, "You're not stupid, I'm stupid." She retorted.

   She felt guilty. Oh, how she just wished that things went a bit differently, and didn't take her anger out on him, or called him stupid two days ago. And, she should've remained with him at all times like before, and not leave him on his own.

   She failed to protect Dewey, and now Chad. How the fuck is she even Mickey Altieri's kid if she can't protect anyone, or do anything for the living shit.

   She had simply heard him groaning, his eyes fluttering to open until they had, it was then that he noticed who was by him, eyes widening and attempting to get away from her, "G-get away from m–" His lips quivered in pain, and eyes screwing shut to hold in his pain.

   Jasmine who finally realized it, her heart dropped that he's afraid of her, "You're afraid me?" Her voice had broke before rambling to him, "I never once even called you, Chad. I just barely arrived with Sydney and Gale. . . Please, you have to believe me. I love you." She stared down at his figure.

   Chad just felt his own heart flutter at her words, and he believed her. Though, a part of him wish that he weren't in this position, as he would've thrown her into his bed, and kiss her entire body, both repeating those words into each other's ears.

It was then that his eyes roamed away from her worried figure, and he seen Ghostface slowly approaching them, his voice cracking as he simply alerted her, "B-behind youu. . ." He rasped out, eyes widening in pure horror.

Jasmine had heard leaves simply crunching, slowly turning her head around to glance at whatever is behind them, she had immediately gotten up, walking over Chad's body, "Step the fuck back!" She pointed the knife at the figure who had their head tilted.

   A chuckle simply escaped the unknown persons lips, his hand had been placed on the ends of the mask, and pulling the mask off, her eyes widened before she laughed hysterically.

   Shaking her head in amusement, "You?"

   Dean Carter.

   The fuck is his motive? No pussy.

   Dean who eyed her venomously, "Yes, me." He had pointed his knife at her, walking over Chad's passed out body, "You have no idea how long that I've been wanting to do this for." He yelled at her.

   Jasmine who rolled her eyes, "What you did this shit because I didn't give you pussy, or a blowjob?" She simply taunted him, "You're so pathetic, Dean." She growled at him, backing herself up some more.

   He had simply chuckled, "Who'd want to fuck the daughter of a serial killer?" He had fired back at her, "Obviously, your stupid boyfriend here, you know he's just desperate as his Uncle Randy was." He fake pouted.

   Jasmine who simply spat at him, "Shut up! You have no right to speak upon his family, or even so my family." She pointed her finger at herself.

Dean who ignored her response, speaking to her and revealing some more information that she had no idea about, "You know when Amber Freeman approached me months ago, and was alerting me on the plans with her boyfriend, Richie Kirish. . ." He somehow was ultimately interrupted by Jasmine, "Sam's boyfriend?"

He manically laughed, "Yes! The plan was easy, lure Samantha Carpenter back, and also dragging you down with her. . ." He pointed the knife at her direction, slowly approaching her as she continued to back away, "Amber and I would do the simple killings, and Richie does the call's. You know, we even rocked and paper scissors on who would kill Dewey and Wes." He snickered.

Jasmine was only getting angry, "Fuck you!"

Dean who spat, "Fuck you!"

   He ultimately began chasing after her, as she felt her eyes widening, and immediately began running  away, slightly stumbling on her own feet before she had quickly gotten up, "Great! What every horror movie needs, a dumb bitch falling on the floor." She panted, hiding behind the Macher's household, her breathing slowing down.

   She heard his rough voice, "Come out, come out. . ." She heard him getting angry, "I don't have time for games, freak!" He spat at her, as she no longer heard him anymore from her view.

   Jasmines eyes drifted around until she seen something, a axe. She immediately dropped the knife, and grabbing the axe.

She had decided to search for Dean, it was him who should fear her, it was then that she noticed him just standing his back facing her, her steps were low until she was just a few feet by him, "Looking for me?" She taunted him, as he immediately turned around with a smirk on his face, and ready to slice her up only to feel his eyes widened.

She swung the axe, slicing his thigh, "I'm not a freak, fuckface!" She had swung the axe once, again and now aiming right it at his head, he had attempted to defend himself, "No — stop, please!" He pleaded from.

Swing after swing.

Ignoring his pleads until his body was no lifeless, laying on the ground with his body that was now unrecognizable.

She felt blood hitting her face, "I'm not a freak." She had wheezed, swinging the axe one more time until she heard a snap, "That'll do it." His head was ultimately dismembered from his now body, as she had grabbed the voice changer.

Wiping the blood off from her very own face, eyes staring directly at the house, "You're next, bitch." She simply spat, and walking behind the house to give one hell of a surprise.

A bloody axe in one hand that she was just dragging, and the voice changer in the other hand.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, hope you liked
chapter fourteen.

At least Dean is dead — She
went a little crazy, it's a good thing
that Chad is a good portion
unconscious to notice what she did.

Ambers next 🫡😋😋