Partially plotted AU with @mctives
Tatum used all the strength she had to fling the freezer door open, smacking him in the head with it. She had to put space between them. She had to find an escape or a weapon. She ran for the door that would lead her back inside the house. But he was already up. She threw the first beer bottle, then the second. But he was running at her. She ducked and he rolled over her back, landing on his on the stairs.
There was the pet door. But what if she didn't fit? What if she got stuck? He'd be up in a second. She had to make a decision.
The skis. She grabbed a ski pole, bringing the point down hard into his chest. "Motherfucker!" She lifted the pole back up and brought it down again. And again. And again....
When she was done, she was out of breath and in shock. The pole clattered against the cement floor when she dropped it. She fell to her knees beside him, blinking. The adrenaline was still pumping through her to the point that she no longer felt the sting from where the knife had cut into her forearm. Her own blood mixed with his on her hand as she reached for the mask, pulling it off. Of course it was Billy, she hadn't trusted him from the start.
As she got back to her feet she picked up the last unbroken beer. There was a numbness setting in as she climbed the few steps back up to the door. Conveniently unlocked this time. As she made her way into the kitchen and back into the party, she didn't notice the stares she was receiving. She was disheveled and bleeding as she made her way to Stu, "Here's your beer."













