Final Girl Page #4

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Shane?

He's lying.

I'm a lot of things, Jennifer,

but one thing I'm not

is a liar.

You know Gwen Thomas?

- She was in my homeroom.

- Yeah.

We did her just over

the rise back there.

One shot,

right to the chest.

Don't.

- Don't believe him.

- We don't always use firearms,

we like to mix up our techniques,

it throws off authorities.

This is all one big

tasteless joke.

- Shane.

- I said, go!

Well, she's not going anywhere.

She already knows too much.

Shane.

No.

If you're gonna shoot her,

you'll have to shoot me.

Fine.

I'm so

sorry.

Not everything

Jameson said was true.

I do-I do love you.

I always will.

Shane.

F***.

Bravo!

Bravo.

Relax. Relax

I'm just

admiring your work.

Daniel, Nelson,

now Shane.

It's very impressive indeed.

No no no. Relax.

Catch your breath.

Take a sit. I won't touch you

until you're ready.

Shall we play a game?

You and the games.

So, here's how this works.

I ask you a question,

you answer it,

you ask me a question and

I answer it, got it?

Yeah, I think so.

So.

Why are my friends

tripping their balls off?

Dimethyltryptamine, mixed

with sodium pentothal.

Okay.

Wow.

Your turn.

Woo.

This is exciting.

- How many girls have you killed?

- Boring.

You said I ask the question

and you have to answer it.

- 21 including you.

- Oh.

Well,

I think we're getting a little

ahead of ourselves now.

How did it feel when

you killed my friends.

- Fantastic.

- Oh god, I'm in love!

Shane's girlfriend?

What about her?

Jennifer, right?

Yes.

Do you know her?

My question.

Have you ever slept with her?

Indeed I have.

Many times.

It was lovely.

Why do you ask?

I was just wondering.

Why do you ask?

It was his deepest darkest fear.

Kind of a not deep.

Most people's biggest fears are on

their surface, just waiting to pop out.

What's waiting to pop out

of you, Jameson?

What's your deepest darkest fear?

Have you got your breath?

Yes.

I have, thank you.

Alright.

My deepest darkest...

You take that well.

That was for my friends.

And we don't have to

keep doing this.

Heh-oh-oh.

I think we do.

Or...

We could get married?

- Yeah, I don't see that happening.

- Oh, but I do.

We'll be so happy together.

Going town to town

- just killing people?

- Exactly!

So, I'm just enjoying myself.

Alright, let's fight.

Jesus, you smell good.

Careful!

You don't want to

hang yourself, do you?

Let me down.

Now.

Why would I do that?

I'll never do this again,

I promise.

Do what exactly?

Hunt girls.

I highly doubt that.

I'll give you anything you want.

You know. This is starting to

feel like a game, Jameson.

And I know how much

you love games.

So, let's call this game

"1 question."

Because there is only one thing

that you have that I want.

Can you guess what that is?

F***.

Be careful.

What?

I have no idea,

but name it, and it's yours.

Your life.

No.

Please don't.

Please don't.

Have you ever noticed how people

try to strike bargains with you,

instead of just accepting their fate?

Are you religious, Jameson?

No.

- Are you gonna beg God to help you?

- NO!

- Maybe you should.

- F*** YOU!

Holy sh*t.

No.

No, please stop.

Oh!

No-no-no...

NO!

Get away. Get away.

Get away.

Please make it stop.

Make it stop!

Stop.

Stop-stop-stop...

Get away.

Get away from me.

Get away from me!

Get away.

PLEASE!

Stop it. Stop.

STOP!

Well done.

Thank you.

You okay?

Never better.

So, how's your pancakes?

Terrible.

My too.

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