Don't Let Jimmy Die

“You can tell me back at the station.”

His dad who had been standing just a bit apart, walked over.

“He’s not in any kind of trouble though, really?”

“Please just let me….”, Hall started to say, when a piercing shriek came from the bushes and echoed around the park. Everyone stopped talking and just stared in that direction.

“I said they were over there!”

The entire town, with Hall and Jimmy leading, marched towards the scream. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, until his mother happening to look up at one of the streets lining the sidewalk.

A woman’s severed head, bloody at the bottom, was dangling from the lamppost. A smile outstretched as if she were laughing.

Mother let out a scream. From behind, Jimmy felt a push knocking him slightly. Sheriff Hall was kneeling in the road, his tears flooding.

“Betty…” He wailed.

“His wife!” Someone in the crowd cried.

Suddenly things appeared from nowhere. It was mass carnage, like in a horror movie. They came from the undergrowth, slaying people in every direction. Limbs of all different kinds, flying through the sky, their blood oozing down each person face.

Sheriff Hall was sawn right through the middle, while looking directly at Jimmy. He couldn’t think straight, it was as though he was witnessing a badly written screenplay, a slasher at that. He darted his eyes, looking for his sister. He felt his parents could handle it themselves, and thinking about it, he had never actually talked to his little sister much at all. He didn’t know anything about her.

Amongst the chaos in front of him, his mind became foggy and confused, what he imagined feeling slightly drunk would be like. He fell to the ground, right next to a bloody leg without its body. The grass was now covered in red. It seemed as if he was lying there forever, on the ground, when two forces pulled him by his arms dragging him along. He looked up half dizzy, to see his parents holding him by his arms on either side of him, running away from the scene, towards home.

The backdoor slammed shut. Jimmy was dragged through the kitchen and into the TV room, where they placed him sprawling on the blue couch, legs over the side. He was awake, but still it seemed too much effect to stand or even open his eyes. He tried and managed to half open them. He tried to calculate shapes and voices.

“What in tarnation is going on Marie?” his father said worriedly. He could see the shape of his mother pacing back and forth along the length of the room, nibbling at her nails.

“I don’t know, okay George!”

He knew he had to move eventually. Slowly, he completely widened his eyes and sat up firmly on the couch.

“Did you see where my sister went?” He was confused, his head throbbing, trying to figure out why he was never told her name.

“Jimmy!” She rushed over, bending to his level. “Take it easy...”

“Where is she?” He tried to direct the question to his father.

“I thought she was with you son…” He mumbled. Considering he preached about how manly he was, he was coming across very sheepish now.

The heard the back door being suddenly pulled open, the sounds of wood flying around the kitchen. The parents rushed to see what the commotion was, while Jimmy tried to pull them back. He could hear movement, talking and screams.

“For the lord’s sake…” Jimmy rushed into the kitchen.

There was debris scattered all over the counters, blood splattered on the tiles, ceiling, and the table. Underneath his feet, the body of his father lay sawn right through the middle, the punctured body of mother, seemed not quite dead.

With blood splattered from her mouth she cried out. “Jimmy!”

He spun around. The masked Zorro killer stood in front of him, chainsaw in hand, their black cloak now covered in blood. Then they did the most unexpected thing, pulling down the black mask from their face, revealing the face of his supposed sister.

“The name is Lizzie,” she said, stretching the chainsaw high above her head, the sharp blades moving closer towards his face…