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  • (dramatic music)

  • - [Narrator] I woke up moaning in pain.

  • My head covered by some kind of a cloth.

  • Everything was dim for a few seconds

  • until the sack was ripped off.

  • The sudden light blinding me.

  • Then I realized just how much trouble I was in.

  • The room in front of me was full of men and women

  • all of them wearing identical masks.

  • The masks should of been terrifying

  • with flat dead eyes painted onto rough cloth.

  • Probably cut from the same burlap

  • that had been covering my head seconds earlier.

  • But I was still too stunned to feel much of anything.

  • It looked like I was in some kind of basement.

  • The masked figures were all facing me

  • except for the one doing the talking.

  • Pacing back and forth behind me, a knife in his hand.

  • He was talking about growing,

  • something about careful selection.

  • His fervor growing with each word.

  • None of that mattered to me.

  • All I could think about was how I ended up here

  • in the first place.

  • My cousin Marcy never made it home one night,

  • seemingly vanished into thin air

  • on the dark country road she walked each night.

  • There had been over a dozen disappearances that year.

  • All of them kids around our age.

  • The problem was between the drugs, the drinking,

  • and the boys, Marcy had been trouble on two legs

  • before she made it to 15.

  • So nobody was surprised when she went missing.

  • They all figured she had taken up

  • with one of her many older boyfriends,

  • or gone to some party that hadn't ended yet.

  • But I knew better.

  • Marcy was my best friend and she told me everything.

  • There were no boyfriends or parties,

  • at least not on the day she went missing.

  • Days turned into weeks and eventually

  • people stopped asking questions.

  • But I kept looking everywhere I could think of,

  • asking questions, reading newspapers,

  • keeping notes for the rest of my junior year.

  • I learned more from my own investigation

  • than I ever did in school.

  • Things that a teenaged girl should never know.

  • By the time fall of my senior year rolled around

  • I knew that Marcy was gone forever.

  • I thought maybe her disappearance was some sort of penance

  • for the things we had done in high school,

  • a payment for our sins.

  • Either way, it stopped mattering to me.

  • I'd finally accepted she was never coming back.

  • But that final stage of grief gave me something

  • I had never had before, a fierce resolve

  • to claim vengeance for whatever happens to her.

  • It was that same fall when I found my walking on the road

  • that Marcy had disappeared on a year earlier.

  • I didn't notice the station wagon pulling up in front of me

  • until the headlights broke me from my reverie.

  • There were two passengers,

  • out-of-towners from what I could tell.

  • They offered me a ride but my mother's warning

  • echoed in my head, so I declined, continuing on my way.

  • That was the last thing I could remember clearly.

  • Then something hit me over my head

  • and all I could see was darkness,

  • and that brought me to now,

  • chained to a chair in a basement

  • listening to the leader as he preached to his followers.

  • "Each of us has a purpose, we're all parts of a whole,

  • "and together we are a family," he practically shouted.

  • The leader finally stopped placing a hand on my shoulder.

  • "And to usher in new blood we must take old blood."

  • The leader passed his knife to one of the followers

  • sitting in front of me.

  • It was already too late for all of us.

  • But these masked murderers didn't seem to realize that yet.

  • The leader beckoned to the group,

  • "let us rise as one and support our brother."

  • The small crowd in front of me all stood in unison

  • as the man with the knife stood over me

  • raising it high over his head about to strike

  • when a field hockey ball smashed into his face

  • shattering his jaw.

  • I began to laugh.

  • As the leader turned to look

  • at the bottom of the basement stairs,

  • and there she was, he tattered Catholic school uniform

  • hanging off her pale frame with lank, dirty hair

  • blocking her face and crooked neck.

  • Shelley had arrived.

  • A few of the brave colt members rushed her,

  • thinking they could take her out on her own.

  • They were wrong, she was quick.

  • The field hockey stick moving faster than the eye could see.

  • She took off one of their heads with a single swing,

  • splattering the wall with a shower of blood.

  • The leader looked to me with confusion

  • and terror in his eyes.

  • My voice was cold, pure rage and fury washing over me,

  • mixed with a health blend of acceptance.

  • Marcy Emerson was my cousin,

  • it took me a long time to find you,

  • to figure it all out.

  • But I did.

  • Marcy and I we did things, ruined people's lives.

  • Made them hate themselves, I said.

  • We were just kids but that's no excuse.

  • The girls we bullied deserved better.

  • Shelley deserved better.

  • I looked up at the leader through my tears,

  • my eyes cold and hard.

  • I knew if I walked that road enough

  • you'd eventually take me.

  • That's where you always took the others for your sacrifices,

  • but I also knew Shelley was coming for me.

  • She's been coming for all of us these past few weeks.

  • Everyone who did her wrong, I said.

  • And after that it was all a matter of timing.

  • Make sure you took me, so when she came to collect

  • what she was owed, she'd have to kill

  • each and everyone of you twisted freaks to get to me.

  • It was happening faster now.

  • The sunny family cult scrambled for any exit,

  • trying to get to the small windows out to the yard above

  • but it was futile.

  • I was still tied to my chair

  • so there was never any chance for me in the first place.

  • Shelley mowed through the cult,

  • splitting another member's chest open with a wet crack.

  • Before I knew it they were all dead, except for the leader.

  • He stood in front of her, rusted knife clutched in his hand.

  • "We are a family," he said defiant.

  • Then Shelley gutted him like a fish,

  • his insides spilling out onto the floor with a wet splat.

  • The leader tumbled to the ground

  • leaving the basement suddenly very quiet

  • except for the sound of Shelley's broken throat.

  • She stalked towards me.

  • The bloodied field hockey stick dragging

  • on the concrete behind her.

  • I smiled, ready.

  • "For what it's worth, I'm sorry," I said.

  • Then the hockey stick came up.

  • The last thing I saw before a cloud of my own blood

  • clouded my vision for the last time.

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