SLAYER (SLASHER AU)
Small one shot based off of another drabble I'm working on. Slayer is simply a movie K&R are "watching" together, and R is visualizing himself and K as the final two characters. The Slayer and the final girl.
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R presses against the wall, clinging to it for stability. He looks up at the door, his body shaking with fatigue. Gasping and heaving for air as his blood seeps out of his wounds. The floorboards creak, and footsteps echo throughout the house. It's getting closer. He flinches, slinking over to the door with a hitched breath. There isn't much time left for him, and he's well aware of it.
Gripping his bat, he drags it along the floor. Each bump giving away his location and scraping bits of the wood. Stumbling out the back door, he frantically looks around. It's still in the house. He can hear it. He just has to get to his car— His last Hail Mary. Grabbing his heart, mutters under his shallow breaths.
"Please god, just let me get to my car."
It rummages throughout his house, smashing and tearing into things. Its movements becoming more frenzied; it screams in anger, demanding to know where he is. Throwing a handheld mirror at the bathroom window, shattering both the mirror and window. The last of the mirror falls to the floor outside, right in front of R.
His heart drops. Does it know? Did it hear him? He desperately limps around the house, the bat slowing him down with every hop. He can't just drop it, he knows what's lurking nearby. It's waiting for him to slip up. The moment his car is in view, the adrenaline kicks in, and all apprehensions leave his body.
He yells out, dashing to his car. One hand dives into his pocket, searching for his keys. While the other swings the bat off the ground. A loud clack rings through the neighborhood, the random stuff in his pocket spilling out. Yet he pays no mind to it. Yanking out his keys, and unlocking his car.
Harsh stomps creep closer, only getting louder with breath. It shrieks with laughter once it sees him. Its clothes hanging off its body, stretched and torn from their earlier brawl. It heaves, clenching its knife and lunging at R. Tackling him to the ground and knocking his keys and bat out of his hand. It shanks his thighs and R cries out, scrambling to stand.
His legs feel weak, but he pushes forward. Punching it in the head and searching for anything to keep him alive for a few more minutes. He aims for his bat, barely able to flick it. It's so close, but still too far from his reach. So he grabs a jagged rock, bashing it right into its skull.
It screams out, shoving its knife into his side before grabbing his wrist. His hand darts out to wrap around their throat, squeezing as much as he can. It grabs his other hand, struggling to keep him down. But he pushes himself up, almost sitting. It tries to lunge at him again, crawling closer.
He turns his body, flipping them both over. Shoving them into the grass. Straddling the attacker, he goes to hit them with the rock once more. They hold his hand in place, gradually pushing it away. Exasperated, R drops the rock on their face. Catching them off guard, giving him ample time to try to choke them with both hands.
It writhes, nearly escaping his grasp before he's able to land his other hand on their throat. Its eyes start to close, its hold weakening. R's breath picks up, and tears fall from his cheeks. He can't bring himself to kill someone. Even if it's self-defense, he can't live with that guilt. Still, he digs his nails into their neck.
The attacker coughs and groans, fading in and out of consciousness. Visibly going pale. He hesitates to stop, blue filling their expression. He pulls back, his own throat dry. Grabbing his keys off the floor, he scurries over to his car. Crawling into it. Sobbing and heaving, he promptly locks it. His hands tremble; he can't look back. He doesn't want to know if they're dead. R slams his keys into his ignition. Repeatedly cranking it. His old, brittle, piece of shit car barely starting.
"Come on, come on, come on."
A shadow falls over his face, as the Killer starts to smash a bloodied rock into his window. He screams and keeps trying to start his car.
"Come on, come on, come on!"
They bust the window open, leaping in. The car finally starts and R steps on the gas. Speeding off with them hanging out of the car. They grab at his neck, heaving. Hair shrouds their face, but R can feel their angry expression burning into him. They pull him towards them, slowly suffocating him. Coughing and gasping, R turns the wheel back and forth. Swerving and ramming their body into trash cans and mailboxes. His own hair blocking his view of the road.
All their spinning and colliding leaves R in rougher shape than he'd like to admit. He's losing consciousness, both from blood loss and their deathly grasp. He tugs the steering wheel to the left, drifting and whirling the car around. Crashing them into a lamppost. Knocking off the attacker, and destroying his car in the process. They cry out one last time before twitching and letting go.
R coughs and sniffles, his own body giving out. In his last moments, he turns his head away and shuts his eyes. Tears streaming down his face. Everything went so wrong, so fast.
But at least he didn't die K.
