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The Story of Kristy Killings - chpt 11

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Dreadful Lullaby


He let Kristy's lifeless body pull him to the floor. The knife stuck out of his chest but he tried not to look. The pain was so powerful that it almost felt numb. His eyesight went blurry. From somewhere nearby he could hear police officers shouting and giving orders. Someone laid their hands on him, they felt for his pulse. Their fingers pressed against Kristy's poisonous bite. His breath was stalling. It grew less and less. It was just as Kristy described. The loss of his breath made him feel lightheaded. Anything he could see was in slow motion.

He rested his head on the floor, and gazed directly into her eyes. They twinkled in one last sign of recognition, and then they emptied altogether. He glanced to the disco lights. He'd never realised how pretty the colours were when they danced like that.

His blood was pooling on the floor. His blood. No one else's. Life was escaping him.

He was waiting for the bright light that Kristy had told him about. He waited, alone, while paramedics drew the knife back up from his body. He heard the sound of scissors, and was vaguely aware that they were cutting his shirt open to get to the wound. They were trying to start him up again, to drag him back from the brink into their living world.

There was a moment when everything fell still and silent. This was the moment. It had to be.

Nothing happened.

He waited a little longer.

The next sound he heard, was something alike the white noise he might find on a television set. Then his vision cleared again. He was still lying on the school hall floor, and he was watching his blood.

It was moving. Backwards.

He stared at it, confused as it seemed to rewind back towards him. Back into the wound, into his body. His chest inflated with breath. This was nothing like what Kristy had explained.

He looked up to the police officers. They were moving backwards too, following along paths they'd only just taken.

What followed next was terrifying.

He wondered whether this was the 'life flashing before your eyes' idea.

He watched, detached, as Kristy got back onto the stage.

Lee rose up from the trap door. His flesh grew back, starting from his feet and ending with his shoulders. He took the knife away from her, and went out of the doors. He untied Jeremy from the cross, and walked him back to the school.

Jeremy saw the ropes put every piece of Denny back together. His two halves that had been torn apart zipped shut and he became one being again. The ropes dropped him, and he left.
Blaine climbed up from on top of him; his mind fixed, and went back to the safety of his cupboard.

The Goth kids got up from their corner, and went to stand beside the classroom windows. Likewise the kids out on the street stood up again, their blood tears running the wrong way up their faces. They walked backwards inside the school.

Kayla was crying, but she stopped. Together they got into her car and drove home, but Jeremy stood on the front lawn for a moment, waiting.

The sleek black car reversed down the road.

Kristy got out and shut the door on Lee. Her skin was pink and her face made up flawlessly. Her white dress still wore its sweet red apples.


She breathed out.



Jeremy felt someone nudge him, shaking his shoulder. "Hey. Hey!"

He blinked. He was back in the corridor, outside of their English class. It was the middle of the day. The sun was shining outside. The school bell to dismiss the classes had only just stopped ringing. Kids crowded the hall, passing against each other's arms. Some were laughing. There was a lot of chatting. They were oblivious to him. Except for the person shaking his shoulder. It was one of those Goth boys he'd met. He was staring at him through smoky eyes.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

Jeremy gripped his arm. "What day is this?" He demanded.

The boy looked at him as if he had three heads. "Well, it's… the 14th. It's Valentine's Day." He pointed at the pink hearts and red paper chains crossing the ceilings. "See all that crap up there?"

Jeremy put a hand to his head. "What just happened?"

"Nothing." He replied with a shrug. "You've just been standing there."

Jeremy blinked as though just waking up and stared at him. "Who are you?"

"My name's Kier. I'm in your class."

"Oh." Jeremy nodded, although he couldn't really remember. His heart was pounding. Could it really have all just been a horrid day dream? He looked up. "I have to go do something."

"Alright." Kier said. "Bye… Jeremy."

Jeremy started to walk forward, brushing through the tide of bodies. He didn't really know what he was doing. He had the overpowering feeling of an important question on his chest though.

Then he saw her.

Kristy was standing across the hall at her open locker. She was fiercely defending a poster of Andy Biersack on the inside of the locker's door from Kayla, who was laughing at her. Jeremy didn't realise Kayla had been there before. Kristy tossed her head dismissively as Kayla strode away giggling to herself.

Jeremy reached out a hand to touch her shoulder. She turned around before he could. Her large brown eyes swelled with glee when she saw him. "Oh, hey Jeremy!" Jeremy said nothing, now tongue-tied. He looked back in Kayla's direction. "We were just talking. Well, discussing. Well, it was actually more of a heated debate. Black Veil Brides versus Jay Z, as if there's any comparison. Oh!" She shuffled around in her locker for a second. She brought out a CD. "Here's your album back."

Jeremy blinked at it blankly. "Album?"

"Yeah. You lent it to me, remember? Snow White's Poison Bite." She guided the case into his hand. "And you were right – they're awesome."

Jeremy tucked the CD inside a jacket pocket and took her hand. "Kristy. There's something I have to ask you." She paused. 'Oh God, here it comes again.' He thought. He took a deep breath and wet his lips a little. "Kristy, would you... would you… um…" He gulped. "WOULD YOU GO TO THE PROM WITH ME?" He spat it out.

Kristy was a bit surprised by the sudden outburst. She opened her mouth to speak. Her lips formed a tiny word, "Yes."

"I mean… I'm sorry… I guess… I know it's probably a 'no'. It is a 'no', isn't it? I'm like your brother or some crap like that…"

"Jeremy."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I asked… You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Jeremy!"

He stopped. "Huh?"

Kristy smirked. She held his hand and gently swung it back and fore. "I said yes. It took you long enough to ask though." She giggled.

"Yes? Yes! You will?" He clutched her hand tighter.

She nodded. "Like I'd ever go with anyone else, duh!" She chuckled. "So, you could come by my house about seven?" He nodded eagerly. "Ok." She grinned. "See you then."




Later that night, he looked into the bathroom mirror. He'd just finished lining his eyes. His skin had changed. It was even paler than before. His eyes seemed anxious. He put a hand to his forehead. It felt a little too warm.

Had it really all been a daydream? He knew he could get some pretty vivid dreams, but nothing like that. Like that time he'd dreamt his Dad, while dressed as a horror movie character, was trying to push him in the oven (although that wasn't his scariest dream. That award went to the night he'd dreamt he'd been locked in a hotel room and forced to make ice cream with Britney Spears). "That's what I get for listening to this too much." He muttered, fetching the CD out from his pocket. He almost wanted to throw it in the bath, but he didn't have the heart. He went and put it back in its slot on the CD rack in his painted black room.

Zombie the cat was lounging on the end of his bed. She opened her eyes slightly. They appeared like tiny green wounds amongst her black fur. She watched him pace the room, getting dressed. There was something about the way she stared at him that was quite unnerving. Once he was fully dressed he rubbed her head. She gave a low purr, and curled back up into a ball.

He ran down the stairs. His Dad was sitting in front of the TV, reading a newspaper. As Jeremy looked over his shoulder, he saw another paper appeal for the whereabouts of Charlotte Templeton. His Mom saw him coming and she sprang up off the sofa with her camera. "Smile, Jeremy!" She cried and the camera flashed. Jeremy hid his eyes. "Ah! You ruined it! And you're not actually wearing those jeans, are you?"

Jeremy ignored her. "Hey Dad," he asked, "Could I borrow the car?"

His Dad raised an eyebrow and put the paper down. "You can't drive, Jeremy." He said.

"Oh yeah." He blushed. He stared off out of the window while his Mum caught another photograph.

"There, now. That's a nice one." She whispered.

"Mom? Dad?" He frowned. "You know if I died tonight…"

"Oh no, not one of these questions again!" His Dad rolled his eyes.

"No, listen. If I didn't come back, if I died tonight, you'd miss me, wouldn't you?"

His Mom half smiled, unsure whether he was joking or not. "Of course we would, sweetheart."

"And you'd want to know who did it, right? You wouldn't stop looking for me?"

"Until our last breath, darling." His Mom said, pulling him into a hug. She smelt of sweet perfume. She kissed his forehead. "Now, off you go to Kristy."

"I never told you I was going with Kristy."

She winked. "Oh honey, we knew you were years ago."

He went to the front door and pulled on the jacket Kristy made him. He became aware that he was being watched. Zombie sat at the top of the stairs, along with Dracula. Zombie was completely black, but Dracula had a white underside which made him look like he was wearing a little suit. They were staring at him intently, almost as if they thought he might leave forever. Jeremy warned them to behave, and he stepped outside.

He rode his bike around to where Kristy stood in her apple dress. He waved to him from her lawn. "Ready to go?" She asked.

He nodded. "Sorry I couldn't get anything bigger though." He indicated his bike.

Kristy shook her head. "Most girls go by car. It's only the special few who go by bicycle!" She climbed up and sat on the handlebars, just as she had when they were small children. The ride to school was magical. Kristy held her arms open like she was flying.
  
The school car park was getting full when they arrived. Jeremy took a cautious look around. He couldn't see Lee's black car. Kristy gripped his hand. "What's wrong? You're trembling."

Jeremy shrugged. "I've… Nevermind."

He got more and more nervous approaching the school hall doors. But he felt Kristy's hand squeeze his and he remembered to smile. They slipped in behind a group of girls in dresses so huge they looked like desserts.

Jeremy decided to relax. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes please." Kristy smiled. "I'll have some blood if they have any." She laughed at his expression. "It's a joke, Jeremy! Cool it!"

He sighed and went to the drinks table. Mr Cuttings was sitting behind with his head in his hands. "I take it that it didn't work." He said in a flat, bored voice.

Jeremy hid his dislike behind a smirk. "No. It worked." He grinned. "Very well, actually."

That annoyed Mr Cuttings more than anything else. "Oh just hurry up and chose something." He growled. "Before I dump it all over you!"

Jeremy picked up two cups. He went to leave, and then added, "You know, maybe you could be a little kinder."

Mr Cuttings sat up sharply. "You what? No, that wouldn't work." He pointed, "One thing you have to learn, Jeremy, is that women are monsters. You might be happy tonight, but you won't be for much longer." Jeremy blinked. "Just enjoy it while it lasts."

Jeremy frowned. He turned his back on the teacher and went to sit next to Kristy.

They danced a little. Jeremy wasn't really one for dancing, but for Kristy he did his best. She tried to teach him 'The Macarena' but he kept getting confused.

"You have two left feet!" She laughed.

The last dance was drawing nearer. The Headmaster, a tall man with a looming chest, took his place on the stage next to the Prom King and Queen trophies. A selection of cards was placed in his hand. He raised a hand and the music stopped. He gave out some minor awards first. It was easy to tell which ones the student council had written, like 'The First Girl Most Likely to be a Playboy Bunny'. Jeremy rolled his eyes through all that. He pretended to shoot himself with his fingers and made Kristy laugh by slumping his head forward.

The Headmaster placed his hands on the voting cards, and picked up the prizes for Prom Prince and Princess. Kristy and Jeremy clapped sarcastically as the Baseball captain and his date, a blonde girl with an hour-glass figure climbed the stage.

"I'll give them a month." Kristy muttered.

"At the most." Jeremy agreed.

"And now, for Prom King and Queen." The Head announced. An anxious silence settled around the room. The girls in the dessert dresses were already beginning to quarrel. Jeremy glared. He'd actually preferred them when they were dead. The Head seemed to be having some difficulty reading the cards in front of him. He moved them away from his face and squinted at them. "Our king and queen," he said hesitantly, "are… Jeremy Thirteen and Kristy Killings."

Jeremy looked up. "What did he just say?"

The whole room was staring at them now, most in complete shock. Mr Cuttings fell off his chair.

"Did you do this?" He and Kristy asked at the same time. Jeremy caught movement in the corner of his eye. Kier and his gang were standing up on the stalls, clapping and cheering. Kier raised two thumbs-up signals and waved.

"Who are they?" Kristy whispered.

"I have no idea," Jeremy replied, "but I think they're my friends."

"Come up here, you two." The headmaster beckoned, recovering his shock. Kristy took his hand and pulled him to the steps. They had to stand together while the Head and the Deputy placed coloured sashes over their shoulders and crowns on their heads. They were made of plastic, and Jeremy's pricked him with invisible sharp points. Kier's clapping caught on. Jeremy flushed bright red.

Kristy took his hand and kissed his cheek. Kier wolf-whistled.

It was a custom for the King and Queen to lead the last dance. It was a slow dance. Now everyone was watching Jeremy hoped he wouldn't be so clumsy. Kristy put her arms around him.

"I don't know if I like this." He whispered. She gave him a smile. "King and Queen… It's so… So…"

"Kitsch?" She muttered back. Luckily others had started to dance now too so they weren't overheard. Kier was waltzing with one of the Goth girls on the stalls. "I know, but… Doesn't it feel nice to be admired, maybe? Even just once?"

Jeremy paused, but didn't answer directly. He let her rest her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Kristy Killings." He breathed.

"You'd better." She smirked.

He didn't know what it was, but something in her voice made her sound a little like her cousin. He opened his eyes. He suddenly became aware of something. "Where's Kayla tonight?"

Kristy gave him a curious look. "Kayla?" She frowned. "You don't usually ask after Kayla…"

"I know… I just thought…" He shrugged and let his sentence trail away.

Kristy shrugged and rested her head again. "I don't know where she is. She left an hour before me."


An hour before… At 6pm.


Jeremy stopped his feet. Their dance abruptly ended. He gripped Kristy's arms rigidly. She was puzzled. When he looked back at her his eyes were filled with dread. "With who?"

Kristy blinked. "Well… Actually… I don't really know. She didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone…" She felt his hands shake. "Why?"

A sudden noise cut through the air. Some kids screamed.


BANG!


Jeremy pulled Kristy closer, and watched as an ominous female shadow approached the hall doors.

"What's wrong?" Kristy whispered.

"I'll tell you what's wrong," Jeremy answered, "Kayla's dead."




It's the end, it's THE END of Prom Night...
TAHHHH DAHHHHHH!!!!!

We've reached the end! :dance: :la:
Aww I've really enjoyed writing this, as I hope you've enjoyed reading it! It feels a long time since I dreamt this up on the drive home from holiday...

So, so the last time,
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Now Jeremy, Kristy, take a bow! :bow: :clap:
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*huge applause* And the winner for the most awesome prom horror goes to...*drum roll* Erondagirl!!