Final Girl
The large man with a deranged mind and frightening costume had murdered them all.
Jaime Green was the last one left.
Jaime’s virgin tendencies helped her avoid an early demise at his oversized hands. Her smarts helped her link her own past to his. And her tenacity assured her survival up to the very last moments of this unimaginable ordeal.
It was some ninety minutes after the horror began when she was torn from her place of hiding after a nerve-racking game of cat and mouse. She was unexpectedly seized and pulled away from the shadowy spot where she had trembled, the place where she held a weapon of her own, ready to spring out and give the killer a taste of his own medicine.
Now she was bound to some steam pipe jutting from some bloody brick wall inside some abandoned building located some place just outside the middle of nowhere.
An aficionado of slasher flicks might have expected right then to be the time when Jaime Green should pull off some grand heroic stunt, one that turns the tide in her favor for just enough time to put the villain down.
Well, no such luck for this would-be scream queen.
The large man took a step toward his prey, wielding some familiar sort of killing instrument, dull-bladed and rusty of course. Beneath his mask of absurd design, he smiled before claiming his final victim.
There would be no happy ending here.
No chance for the killer to fall down not-dead. No chance for this monster to (not-so-) surprisingly rise up and (not really) scare us all with one final fright. No chance for the final girl to finish him off for good.
No. No happy ending here.
The large man violently sawed apart Jaime Green as she cried and pleaded for mercy. When finished, he dropped his bloody instrument and walked away, back into some unspecified dark section of woods… the patch just behind your own house, most likely.