“W-what j-j..., shit!”
“Paaauul, no need to run. Last week was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Damn it!” Jake tried to warn me.
“You know Paul, you touched my soul. Unlike all the other guys I-I-I felt something.”
Hiding behind the tree Paul peeks out occasionally. “Janet, it was a one-night stand. I mean… “
“Yes Paul, please explain.” Paul jumps and stumbles while Janet smiles at him creepily.
“Babe… come on… didn’t we agree… “
“Agree to what Paul!”
“Co-could you stop… stop waving the knife, so we can talk.”
Janet takes a moment and glances at her knife nostalgically then slashes at Paul. He fails to react and gets cut on the neck. As blood squirts out he grabs the spot and applies pressure.
This bitch is crazy, I need to get out of here. Paul rushes to the street as Janet leisurely follows. “C-come on, we-we just had a good time. And that was it, you know.”
Shaking her head, Janet replies “Paul Paul Paul, do you think it’s so simple?”
“…”
“I’m not a whore, Paul. I don’t go around spreading my legs for just anyone.”
“You Bitch!” Janet turns and jokingly says, “I thought you were dead.”
Bang, bang, bang! Janet spits out blood as her shirt fills with blood. “You, b-itch.”
Paul is relieved as Janet falls to the floor.
“Chri-Christie, I thought…”
“Yeah, I would have to.”
Paul gets up as Christie hands him her gun before going to check Janet’s body. As he stands there Paul wonders… Why was Christie wearing gloves? “A, ah Christie… “, before he could finish shik, shik, shik.
He pushes Christie to the ground as he takes aim and shoots. Click, click, click, Christie laughs.
“No bullets, Paul.”
“Why, Christie?”
“Figure it out,” Christie says sarcastically.
