Girls Gone Dead Page #7
He's crazy.
Okay.
I'll get
Becky and Eric!
You get your phone
and call 9-1-1!
And get Kelly!
Wait in her room!
Missy, are you
listening?
Missy?
Where is
the keys and phone?
In- in my purse.
On- on the bed!
Fore, motherf***er!
I'll get my phone.
Wait in my room, okay?
Go!
Get the phone and go!
Did you come for
the radio this time?
What is it?
Okay...
Okay, okay...
What do we do now?
I say we make
a break for it.
What?
Are you crazy?
No, I say we wait for
the police to come.
If Mandy called them, who
knows what happened to her?
I'm with Eric.
Okay.
All right, look,
you two stay here
and lock the door
behind me.
What... f***!
F***!
Shh...
Lock the door,
lock the door.
It's okay.
Oh, my God,
what's going on out there?
What the f*** is
going on?
I don't know.?
F***.
Mandy?
And Kelly?
Look, we've only
got one shot
and it's down that hall.
We can do this.
We have to go...
Let's do it.
Shh...
Go, go, go!
Come on,
come on, come on!
Let's go!
Oh, my God!
This way, come on!
F*** this!
Get the f***
out of my way!
No, no, it's going to
be all right!
Look at me, look at me!
No, it's going to
be all right!
It'll be okay,
it'll be okay!
Look, she's going to
go down fine!
Missy's fine, look,
she's making it down just fine.
Look, she's going to
be all right!
You have to go now!
Rebecca, f***ing jump!
- You have to go now!
- I can't, I'm afraid!
You gotta go!
- I'll be right behind you.
- Go, jump!
Becca, f***ing jump!
He's going to
f***ing kill you!
Jump!
- Holy sh*t!
- Ow!
Oh, my- Becca!
Get the f*** up,
get the f*** up!
Run, Becca, run, run!
Go, go, go, go!
Run!
Oh, Darren!
There's somebody
in the house!
What?
Slow down.
Who's in the house?
What are you doing here?
Why are you holding that?
Come on, I got to get you
out of here.
Where's the backup?
All our friends are
dead inside.
Shouldn't you
be doing something?
What, what...
wait, all dead?
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm f***ing sure, Darren!
Do your f***ing job!
Well, I just- I just
got to get you out of here.
- Come on!
- Wait!
What's going on here?
And why haven't you
calling anybody?
I'll tell you why
he hasn't called anyone.
He's not even supposed
to be here.
I have a restraining order
on this f***ing pedophile!
Melissa, you know damn well
Your friend here is
a f***ing liar!
What?
I loved her and I was waiting
'til she turned 18.
Yeah, well,
that was the problem.
You know, you brought this
on yourself.
I didn't.
Whatever's actually
going on here tonight,
I know damn well
it's your fault.
Your slutty ways
have clouded your judgment.
F***ing don't...
Now, I need to get you
someplace safe!
Are you okay?
Did he hurt you?
Who the f***
is this guy?!
What the f*** is going on
around here?!
Whoa!
Golly gee, somebody's
got a potty mouth.
What the f***?
And to answer your question,
I'm Becky's boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend!
And how did
you know where I was staying?
Well, when you didn't
answer your phone,
Rosemarie asked if I would
come and check up on you.
She's very worried.
Do you- do you
have a phone on you?
We have to call
the police.
Yes.
Looks like
someone already did.
F***ing yes or no,
douche canoe?
Well, duh.
Miss Manners.
It's- it's in my car
and it's just around-
around the corner.
You tw Yes, thank you. ith me.
- No, he's not!
- I promise, it's gonna be okay!
Stop, he's
gonna f***ing help us!
Is there a problem?
Todd?
Did you
follow me here?
Sorry to say that I did.
And what I've observed has
been very disappointing.
Oh, what's this?
What the f*** is that,
what is that?
Becky!
Hmm...
It's probably
one of the weapons
that God bestowed upon me
to kill all your
slutty-ass friends
who were trying to turn
you into a whore!
We have to get
the f*** out of here.
You know, for such
a sweet girl, Rebecca,
you hang out with some people
with very questionable
morals and values.
Like you.
Come on, Eric!
Gosh... darn...
sinner!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, my God, get up,
come on, get up!
Jezebel!
Oh, God...
I knew I should have
went to see Willie Aames.
What... what the f***
is he talking about?
She's going to be so
disappointed in me...
It's all right.
It's over now.
It's not quite over...
...yet.
I've been wanting
to do that for so long.
Mother!
Dear...
can you get away from
the pervert so I can finish?
Finish what?
Clearing your path.
Oh, come now, dear.
Did you really think that
I wouldn't notice?
I know.
Mothers always know.
No...
Oh, my poor sweet Rebecca.
The way your face lit up
when they announced
that flesh-fest was
being filmed not far from here.
These girls holes.
Now that's what's in danger.
Luke chapter 13,
verse three.
"I tell you no,
but unless you repent,
you will all perish
in the same way. "
Don't you see now?
Todd and I knew you that
you were being influenced
by your friends
and the media.
It was the devil's work.
We had to make you
see the light
while your soul
was still pure.
That's when I asked God what
my next step had to be.
Remove the temptation.
Eliminate any possibility of
your being forced
to commit
unspeakable acts.
Oh, my God!
First, the bodyguard.
He was easily swayed by
the promise of sin.
Next was a girl
who had already given in
to otherworldly pleasures.
Followed by that pint-sized
minion of Satan.
- Crazy Girls!
- Whoo!
Oh!
Who was given to me
as a sacrifice
by that despicable man...
F*** this!
...who then took his
own life!
See you later...
shithead!
That was you?
Oh, my God!
Beet and Sal are dead...
Great.
There goes my f***ing check.
"Then the lust,
when it conceives, bears sin
"and the sin when it is
full grown
brings forth death. "
James chapter one,
verse 15.
So you see.
He simply must die.
Oh, God...
Die, you psycho b*tch!
God, why hast
thou forsaken me?!
Why don't you
ask him yourself?!
Hey, come on, come on,
we need to go get help, okay?
Eat dirt, b*tch!
Holy sh*t.
Darren, what the hell
has happened here?
I'll put it in
my report.
About that move.
You've been
holding out on me.
in college.
Yeah.
I guess I never seen it done
on a woman before.
You can ask my ex-wife
about that sometime.
We got a multiple
homicide at...
Manatee Creek, 16301 Johnston.
We're going to need EVAC.
Four ambulances.
A couple of body bags.
Look at this thing,
Darren.
It's been modified.
Modified?
Yeah, modified for a woman.
This is hollowed-out
aluminum,
like a baseball bat
with a sharp edge.
Look at this.
Please help...
my mother.
I know what
what she did was wrong...
Damn you, harlot!
Ashes to ashes, b*tch!
Whoa!
Whoa, forget the ambulances,
we need a fire truck.
I'm so happy to be in
Crazy Girls Unlimited.
I'm a crazy girl.
Crazy girls!
I love
Crazy Girls Unlimited.
Ladies, step in and
give him a belly rub.
Hey!
I can rub some.
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