((Trent Savage continued from The Lost Boys )) Trent Savage and his body were having a very serious disagreement in the topmost part of the lighthouse that morning. Trent wanted to sleep. His body did not. He stared restlessly down at his bare chest. He'd lost a lot of weight. Bone and cords of thin...

The stench of Brock's rot wouldn't shake free of Trent's nostrils no matter how far from it he dragged himself. Every breath brought a new, vague pang of nausea. He should have been used to it by now, right? He'd been smelling corpses all through the week. He smelled pretty close to one himself at t...

"Back at'cha, Kimmy." Rhory's voice sounded more familiar to her now. More like it had sounded a week ago. Well-oiled from the talking she'd been doing all morning and afternoon. She gave Kimberly a two-fingered wave with the hand that held the pack of cigarettes. The bandages and cardboar...

The trembling was making it difficult to staunch the bleeding. She gripped her left elbow with her right hand and forced it in so that her neck was firm on the nook of her left arm. Blood began to ruin the new stretch of fabric immediately. The tears shook harder from her skull. If she could bleed o...

The regret moved faster than her hands could. It came with the first sparks of pain as they crackled across her throat. She hadn't thought of the pain. She hadn't expected the nerve endings to react so savagely. She hadn't really expected to feel at all. But the pain was there and it was violent, li...

Rhory was still tracing out the mark she'd leave in the girl's eyes when the mouth started moving. A fuck you chased by some sentimental bullshit. The words didn't matter. What mattered was that the sharp line of pressure over the collar had lessened and Kimberly was giving her that ugly little pity...

The fire was dead before Rhory hit the ground. She was dully aware of the weight of the girl's knees on her chest and the thin sharp line of pressure across her throat. There wasn't any pain. There was no sensation. All she could feel were slight indentations in her husk. Her breath had been lost wi...

Best Kill, Best Kill, Best Kill. Kimberly was trying so hard to use it against her. It was working. It was the only thing that could make that little greasefire sputter. It made Rhory wish she could pull the trigger. This girl, she had no clue. She had no right . She hadn't seen Marion's face as the...

Rhory gave a single, breathy laugh, curling her mouth into a half-smile around the sound. "No need to be such a bitch, Kimmy. We're just talking." The girl was so tense. Rhory could almost hear her heart beating from where she stood. It made the thing in Rhory's chest roar. It all felt so ...

((Violet Druce & Michael Moretti continued from Tactic Static )) He was exhausted and his back hurt. Those were really the only two things Mike had to focus on. He was sprawled out over the crumbling ruins of a beige-and-red tile countertop, head turned towards a doorless exit. It was still dark...

The words felt putrid as they rushed to her mouth. They spewed out into Kimberly's widening eyes. Rhory felt herself choke on them slightly as they rose. Velocity forced them out. Something about the way her lips twisted around them felt wrong. Detached. For a brief moment it didn't feel like her. F...

Mike kept a steady stare on the spot where Sarah and her keeper had been as they walked past him. Vi stared at him. She saw the girls jog along he beach in the edges of her vision, shrinking behind Mike's left shoulder. He never brought his eyes to hers. Not just statuesque but gargoylesque. Carved ...

Something dropped to the girl's feet after the push. Rhory didn't bother to look. She just kept Kimmy's hands in sight as she lowered herself onto the log. The hands were all that mattered. The hands were all that mattered because Rhory was in control. She assured herself of that as she looked at th...

This was too fucking wonderful. Rhory's face stretched with glee as the other girl lazily revealed hers over the log. Little Kimmy Guy-something, runner up for Best Fuck-up of the Day. Just a couple of newly minted murderers. She should have guessed by the Marls. Rhory had bummed a few off her in th...

((Rhory Anne Broderick continued from ✝ )) It was a strain to keep from laughing. It bubbled up against the scream-shredded walls of her throat. She kept it down. She'd had plenty of practice with that lately, keeping down cries and screams and vomit. Maybe it would feel good to laugh at the girl, t...