Kill Theory Page #4

- It's okay, it's okay.

Brent.

Come on!

Take the gun.

Stay awake. All right?

We're out, we're out.

Oh, my God.

- Now what did we hit?

- I don't know.

- You gotta rock it. You gotta...

- I don't know. I am!

- I'm trying!

- What did I f***ing tell you, man?

- F***!

- F*** this.

Imagine youre hanging from a rope.

One minute, rock climbing,

the next minute, staring at certain death.

The line was splitting above

because it couldnt hold everyones weight.

I was closest to the top.

Do I take the knife from my belt?

Do I cut them loose?

I stared down below

and everything became so still, so perfect.

And then I cut.

One by one their screams faded,

and hers was last to go.

And I survived.

I had 10 seconds to find my primal core.

You have until 6:00 a.m.

Right now you cut someone loose.

Send one person outside.

You have 60 seconds.

- Holy sh*t!

- Oh, God!

What the f***?

- It's gasoline.

- Fifty seconds.

- Leave us alone!

- You give me that f***ing gun right now!

- Brent!

- Brent, settle down!

- God damn it!

- Stop fighting!

All right, I'm gonna fire out shots.

Everybody run for the trees

and you go in different directions.

- We're dead if we try that.

- Oh, my...

Forty seconds.

F*** this.

- Don't you even f***ing think it!

- He is f***ing dead already.

We're going to f***ing burn, man!

We are all going to burn!

- He'll f***ing kill us anyway!

- No, no, he won't.

If we do this for him, he won't.

Thirty seconds.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Freddy!

He's our friend.

Michael, look at her. Look at her.

- She is going to die.

- Don't you f***ing talk to me

- about Jennifer.

- Look at her!

Twenty seconds.

Baby.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

F*** this! No!

Mikey.

Run! Run!

Run!

Were taught to bury it,

but its primal.

Deep down, were all killers.

I tried to tell you guys.

He's thought of everything.

This van, that gun, everything.

I mean, did you think

he was gonna let us leave?

You quit talking

like you know this f***ing guy.

- You quit f***ing talking like that!

- Are you going to shoot me?

Are you going to shoot me?

Not gonna f***ing shoot you,

you motherfuck.

I'm gonna run. If he doesn't shoot,

f***ing follow me.

Don't leave me.

Brent! No!

All right, you take the gun, you go back.

- I'll meet you there. I'll meet you there.

- What? No! No!

F***! What are you doing?

- Come on!

- Go!

- Freddy!

- Freddy, open the door!

Freddy, open the door!

- Freddy, come on!

- Open the door!

- Freddy, come on!

- Freddy! Freddy!

Come, come. Go, go in.

No, no, no. No. Please, no. Please.

There is no escape.

Only the choice between

dying with friends or living alone.

Decide.

- We let Carlos die?

- It was the only choice.

- Where's Alex?

- She tried to run.

- He shot her.

- And Brent?

He left me.

F*** you!

You f***ing back-stabbing piece of sh*t!

F***!

You see?

Do you f***ing see?

- What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

We can all figure this out.

Jennifer.

Why don't we just go?

It's not like

he's gonna be watching all of us.

You know we can't do that.

What's gonna happen at 6:00?

Are you even thinking about that?

We should leave now.

I have a gun.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to us.

So, just try and calm down. Okay?

Okay? Okay.

Give me that.

You know, the way you wigged out earlier,

I figured you got it before I did.

Got what?

That we're alone.

And that's why we die.

Outside there's a guy

who gets off making us kill each other.

Inside,

our friend Michael has a gun.

And he's the best man that I've ever met.

It's exactly the reason I know

we're both gonna die.

You're not making any sense.

At 6:
00, a choice will have to be made.

Who do you think Michael's gonna choose?

He's already choosing Jen over me.

Do you really think he's gonna pick you?

He'll pick Jen over himself, Freddy.

Their love is gonna kill us both.

Don't say that!

Idiot, you're sitting next to an open window.

Talk quietly.

- I thought you left us.

- I never leave my crew,

especially after I found a way out.

- What?

- The boat.

- Probably rigged that, too.

- I checked it.

All he did was take the keys,

but I have an extra set.

I mean, he must not know that.

- Okay, I gotta go get Michael.

- No.

There is no time

for a group discussion on this.

We have to act.

- No. Let go of me.

- No.

You've seen the way Michael's behaving?

He has the gun, he calls all the shots.

- What if he doesn't want to go?

- Yeah, but if we tell him about the boat...

We can't chance it.

As long as he has the gun,

he makes all the decisions.

- I'm not leaving them.

- We're not leaving anyone.

Everyone goes.

We just need the gun

to have the final say. That's all.

Jennifer doesn't trust me,

which means Mikey doesn't trust me.

I can't get close enough to the gun.

But they trust you, Freddy.

Everyone in this house needs your help.

You said it yourself. If we stay, we die.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

- I really can't.

- Do you want to live?

Freddy, do you want to live?

Amber, where's Freddy?

- I guess he wanted to be alone.

- Mikey.

Mikey.

Hey.

Freddy.

Do you remember freshman year

when those guys were making fun of me?

And you stuck up for me.

You didn't even know

that we were roommates yet.

Yeah, I remember.

I just...

I just really want you to know

that I appreciated that.

Listen, buddy.

Hey, no saying goodbyes, all right?

I'm so sorry.

That's it, Freddy.

- No, Amber. Stay back, stay back.

- That's it, bring it to me.

Give me the gun!

No.

- Now, Freddy!

- Don't give him the gun.

No, I got the gun

and we're going to the boat.

Brent told me that the boat sunk.

- No, what I was saying is that...

- Just don't even start!

- Look, Freddy...

- I said don't!

- I'm really scared, Mikey.

- I know you are. I know you are.

But we're all scared shitless, man.

This isn't the way.

F*** me. F*** me!

F*** me!

I shouldn't even be here!

The only reason I'm here

is because I was matched up in the dorm

with you guys freshman year. That's it.

That doesn't happen. I'm some dude

you guys make fun of at parties.

Now that is not true! And you know it.

You're just telling yourself that

to convince yourself to do this. Stop!

Yeah?

- Freddy.

- What happens if morning comes?

What happens if we're boxed in and

you have choose between us and Jennifer?

- You know that's not gonna happen.

- That's not what I said!

I said what if.

What if that happens?

That's right, Freddy.

That's why he can't make the decisions.

- Now give me the gun.

- Please!

Like I didn't know

you were going to shoot every one of us!

What are you talking about?

Just because you f***ed more girls than me

does not mean you're smarter.

As a matter of fact,

you are a f***ing moron.

I could have left, but I came back.

I came back for you.

Now give me the gun.

Give me the gun, you fat f***!

How did it feel last week?

What?

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