Varsity Blood Page #8

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truck will still run,

Or we're all dead. Now move.

You people are freaking crazy.

If you go out there, I'm

not letting you back in.

I'll take my chances.

I don't know if I can go

back. What if they're...

I'm not going to let

anything happen to you.

I promise.

Heather?

(WATER SPLASH)

Oh, f*** me.

F***.

Glad you're here.

(SCREAMS)

(GURGLING)

(COUGHING)

(STARTING CAR)

I need higher ground.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(BEEPING SOUND) Sh*t.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SCREAMS)

Burn in hell.

(GURGLING)

(SPITS)

It's so quiet now.

If mike or Tina made it,

the police would've been here already.

They wouldn't

have come and left?

All the cars are still here.

Wait, is that?

Bubba's truck is up

against the tree over there.

- Oh my, god.

- Shh.

We're going to be okay.

Let's go up on the front porch.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Robin, are you in there?

Heather? Blaine?

Bubba's still here.

Bubba, can you hear me?

Stay with him.

I'm going to take a quick look around.

Yeah.

(HARD BREATHING)

(GAGS)

We need to get

bubba and go right now.

What is it?

Bubba, please.

Jeff.

Blaine, upstairs.

Here.

Hannah, we need to get the girls

and get out of here, okay?

Jeff, wait. There's

somebody else in here.

- Jeff, behind you!

- Ugh.

Jeff.

Ugh.

Jeff.

(SCREAMS)

Jeff.

Jeff.

Ooh.

(GURGLE)

(STARTS CAR)

(COUGHING)

Ooh.

Bubba.

(POLICE SIREN)

No, bubba.

Hannah.

Bubba? No.

Hannah, what happened here?

I killed him.

You did what?

I thought he was Ben.

Hannah, I know

this hard for you,

But I need to know,

where is Linda at?

Under my feet, a**hole.

(SCREAMS)

Hello, Hannah.

Rick, where's my mother?

Oh, she's around here somewhere.

If you hurt her...

I swear to god.

Don't need to be

worried about her.

If I was you, I'd start worry

about not having any friends

Come Monday morning

first period.

How could you do this?

Do I really need to

give you a list of reasons?

I suppose that's fair.

For starters,

it's hunting season,

And hunting's just plain fun.

Second, there's this whole mess

that these heathens caused

That made my poor boy

go all looney farm.

Damn meddling kids.

Made my first born boy

go to the retard house,

Tarnishing my family name.

Family name? Please.

Look at yourself.

I'm pretty sure you

botched that on your own,

You backwards

white trash piece of sh*t.

Ooh. Where did that come from?

I didn't think

you had that in ya.

You won't get away with this.

Why? My boy, Ben, did it.

You'd frame your own son?

He don't speak now.

It's not likely he's going

to be able to say anything.

You, stand back.

Aw, dammit, Nancy.

Things were just starting

to get good around here.

You promised me.

Mom, you knew about this.

Hannah was not part of our deal.

Well, seeing me without

my mask wasn't either.

I told ya to put a leash

on this bratty little

Shovel slayer over there.

I told you to make

sure she stayed at home.

I did, but she didn't

listen, did she?

Mom, what deal?

Hannah, butt out.

Just tell her, Nance.

The stiff cat's

hanging out of the bag.

You talk too much. Just shut up.

Your mom was freaked out as all

Get out right around

the time I started making

Carne Asada out of

senorita Sanchez,

But a handful of

them happy pills,

And then she started

realizing that you was

Just one step close to

that cheer scholarship.

That's enough, rick.

We've finished everything

we came here to do, right?

Now, Hannah and I aren't

going to say anything,

So we're going to stick

to the original plan.

Ben did it all. Understood?

- All right, Nance.

- Understood, Hannah?

Ugh.

Mom?

Mom?

I made a mistake.

Mom, don't talk.

Please. Just keep

your eyes open.

Keep looking at me.

I just, ugh, oh.

I wanted a better life for you.

(CRYING) Mom.

Mom, wake up.

Wake up.

What? You don't think

I'm smart enough

To wear a bullet proof vest

under this here poncho?

You run on home, Hannah.

I'm going to stay here

and build a big old bonfire

Starting with your mother.

(CRYING)

If your mom had half

the spitfire as you do,

We would've had

ourselves a real good time.

Little Indians all in a row,

Ten is enough

just wanting to go.

They're only ten little

Indians, you son of a b*tch.

I thought I'd already

taken care of you.

Behind you, a**hole.

Jeff, are you all right?

(AMBULANCE RADIO)

All right, miss Wallace,

I think that'll be it.

If you want to head over

to the ambulance there,

You can ride with your

friend to the hospital,

And we'll meet you there.

All right.

Wait. Detective Ironside,

did they ever find Rick's son?

Yes, ma'am. We found

mark safe and sound.

He's down at

the station right now.

No, not mark, Ben,

The one from the insane asylum.

The one that rick was

trying to frame this on?

Oh, um, I'm not sure.

I...I don't think so.

We'll have to check.

Then, he's still out there.

(MUSIC)

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