#v. slasher

[admiralchristopherpike]

🌌 slasher movie AU

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Someone is killing off cadets at Starfleet in more and more horrific ways. Pike is in charge of trying to find out who did it and is horrified when he discovers the person responsible is closer than he thinks..

[writtenbydenim]

@nanlanmo continued!

Fuck she's lightheaded. At first, Jacob's words don't register as they swim with the other half-formed thoughts in her head. She's got a nice slice, just below her ribcage on her left side that's bleeding like a sonofabitch and while she knows she needs to stay awake, it's starting to become harder and harder to do so. The shot of pain that rings through her as Jacob lifted her from her spot on the floor wakes her right up, however, and is accompanied by a whining yelp.

"I'm--I'm gonna slow you down." She pants through gritted teeth, her arm looping around his neck to at least try to help support her weight. "Jake, you gotta just--There's gotta be someplace you can stash me and then you gotta go." For his sake, she smiles as best she can, lashes fluttering over her partially unfocused gaze as she battles against the lightheadedness, "I'm gonna be okay." She doesn't believe that. She's starting to feel cold. "But we can't both get hurt. We're not gonna make it out if that happens."

Jacob knows that moving her wasn't ideal. That he should call for help- apply pressure. If there was a first aid kit, which there was- somewhere, he should get it, do his best to clean the wound, get it bandaged if he can.. but there isn't time for that. She's weak, and growing weaker. Luckily enough, he's used to carrying people what with his time back home spent as a volunteer firefighter. "I'm not gonna leave you." He stated stubbornly. For all he knew they were all that was left.

"Just.. stay with me, okay? I'm going to get us to the office. Once we're there I'm going to take care of you, okay?" He informs her of his plan, talking her through it while he moves hastily towards the building. He's pleading- if there is a God to plead to, that they make it there safe, that she can hold on just a little longer. He can feel her blood on him, and with it a tightness forms in his throat. The situation was truly fucked. "We're not far. It's going to be okay." He makes that promise as if he has any power to enforce it.

[talesofluke]

@nanlanmo continued.

"And that's runnin' away?!" They haven't been able to find the other counselors and the last thing she's going to do is let go of the one other person she's managed to find. It wasn't their place to intervene, she logically knew that. They were hardly any more mature than the kids they were put in charge of and charging into a blood bath was beyond stupid, she knew that. But running away? Hoping to get to civilization before the killer finished off the camp? That seemed like a surefire way to either end up dead themselves or live with a fuck ton of survivor's guilt.

"How do you know there's not more of them out there in the trees waitin' for someone to be stupid enough to run right into them?" Fuck. What if this was some sort of Manson Family shit? Some group of sickos trying to start the end of days and shit. Trembling fingers press into her eyes, Jessica groaning a little with frustration tinged with fear. "We have to find the others. We're stronger in numbers a-and between all of us we can figure out what to do."

"Getting help." He stated, glancing at her. They were sitting ducks and they both knew it. The phone lines were down- even if they were shotty at best, it still wasn't a good sign that they were entirely out. Luke doesn't know what the right answer it, and honestly he's just blurting out things as he thinks of them. "Okay- Okay fine, we stay here." He shook his head, scanning the room, quickly opening drawers for anything he could use to defend them if said killer was to come by. "Here." He places a large knife on the table for her to pick up before he moves to keep looking for something he can use.

"We'll.. We'll have to move around the camp if we're going to find anyone." He doesn't want to say what he's really thinking- that the odds weren't good. That by wandering around looking for the others they were sure to put a target on their own backs. "It's that or we lock up here and hope they come here searching for us."

[quarryhag]

@nanlanmo continued!

"Survivin' a fuckin' serial killer, apparently." The redhead didn't mean to snap, but her adrenaline was running high as she worked the wire around the bottom of the posts just at the top of the cabin steps. It was stupid sitting outside like sitting ducks but the trip wire was the only thing she could think of to hopefully slow the person hunting them down. "We're gonna have to figure a way onto the buses with the kids."

Call it a hero complex, call it stupid, she couldn't consider leaving any of the kids here. Not with some maniac running around with a fucking machete. "There's another camp down the road about twenty minutes and beyond that is town. If we can get the kids onto the bus we can get the fuck out of here." But that also meant getting 60+ kids onto a loud-ass, only somewhat reliable bus covertly and hoping the shitty thing would start up on the first go. The second that the engine came to life, they'd be sitting ducks.

Dylan barely notes the tone in the heightened stress he's in. Of course, he's pacing back and forth, running through every horror movie scenario he's seen or read about. "Okay.. and what about a weapon? What do we have access to?" Sure, he wants to avoid meeting the killer face to face, but chances were they would. There's no telling just how many people are already down, and.. what was the motive? Why take on a summer camp? Was the killer after the kids too?

Whatever heroism exists within her is also inside him- he won't leave the kids, either. "You think they'll attack the kids?" Dylan questioned quietly. He's not sure what they're dealing with here, and he's not one to rule out any possibilities. "The radio should reach.. if I can get to the radio hut I can call out for help." He'd spent the last few summers he's worked there fixing up the hut, getting the radio back up and running. Mostly it was used for the morning announcements, but he'd gotten its ability to broadcast out sorted- and with impeccable timing.

[writtenbydenim]

@nanlanmo continued!

Jessica's hands are shaking. There's blood, sticky and turning dark, up her arms and her eyes are wide as she ambled into the main room of the dining hall from where she'd been hiding in the pantry. She'd heard Jacob's voice and at first, she'd thought it might've been a trick. The killer that'd murdered her roommate trying to bait her out of her hiding spot by sounding like Jacob, but that was insane. No more insane than the night they were all trapped in, but still. "I'm sorry--" She murmured, turning her attention up to Jacob's face, her bottom lip trembling as she allowed relief to wash through her. She wasn't alone.

"He--" Her voice cracked, "He killed Sarah right in front of me." The redhead had wanted to fight, had actually managed to pull her dying friend away from the killer for a brief moment before the other girl was tugged away from her. It was her blood that was smeared on Jessica's arms and clothes. "I didn't know what to do so I hid, I'm so sorry." Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as her breath hitched, "Why is this happenin'?!"

Jacob doesn't know what's happening; All he knows is that the camp has gone freakishly quiet. It was the weekend before camp, which the counselors always spent in preparation- though most of the time was spent partying, and enjoying the lack of responsibilities the outside world forced upon them. It was his home away from home, and suddenly he found that many of the people were missing. Some stupid prank amping up to its big crescendo he figures.

As he scanned her, taking in the scene he realized it was not just some sick prank. That the blood he'd seen on the docks was real, not some FX that one of the other counselors thought would make for a good stunt. "There.. was blood-" He shook his head. "Sarah's dead?" He repeats and the disbelief was apparent in his tone. "Fuck.. Uh.. We should get to the office." He states. In the office, there was a radio- if it hadn't already been sabatoged.

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