Title:The King High Killer - (Chapter: Chapter 9 Nine, Blood Will Flow Like Wine)
Author:stix04 [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright:April 23, 2010
Content Rating:R
Disclaimer:I don't own anything SON
Author's Note:Sorry for the wait, thanks for reading and reviewing, I hope you enjoy.
Ps- Happy early bday Lillian
Summary:What happens in the dinner when a serial killer is after you, stays in the diner...sort of
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"Dad!" Spencer whispered loudly with shear terror in her voice as she shook her father vigorously.
"Mr. C, you gotta wake the fuck up!" Ashley pleaded, also shaking the man. "Holy shit!" Ashley breathed out as she heard the intruder try the door to the basement before promptly slamming their body against it.
The girls shared a terrified looked before they both turned back to Arthur.
"DAD!"
"MR. C!" They both screamed, shaking the man much harder.
"Fuck, Ashley, what the fuck are we going to do, what the fuck are we going to do?!" Spencer pleaded, hyperventilating as her eyes welled up with tears. Her face was chalk-white, making her startling blue eyes appear as though they were ice. She looked petrified and moments away from truly losing it.
"Calm down, Spence. Breathe for me, can you do that baby, just breathe." Ashley begged, moving around Arthur's sleeping form to maneuver over to the blonde. She cupped the pale face with both her hands and shushed her. "We need a plan, okay? I'm going to come up with a plan, okay?" Spencer nodded a few fearful times as the banging at the top of the stairs continued. With each thud Spencer's body jerked violently.
"Look at me, Spencer." Ashley commanded, using her hands to turn Spencer's head a little to make the shaking blonde stare at her. "We need to call the police. That's the first thing we need to do. In order to do that, we need service." Spencer's wide eyes were trained on Ashley, trying to listen to every word the brunette was saying in hopes that she wouldn't crack.
Ashley's eyes darted up towards the ceiling and locked on the vent in the corner of the room. "Okay, this is what I'm going to do. I'll get up in the vents and try to get service there. It may make a difference since it's a little higher up. If I still don't get service, I'll find a way up into the diner-"
"NO, Ashley! You can't do that! He's up there and he'll get you and-"
"Spence, you have to calm down for me okay?"
"I'm going up there!" Spencer declared, suddenly very firm. But she had barely gotten the words out before Ashley started shaking her head.
"Absolutely not, no fucking way!" Ashley exclaimed, folding her arms against her chest in defiance.
"Oh, so it's okay for you to play hero and go up there to get yourself killed, but I can't do it?" Spencer practically sneered, crossing her arms as well as the two squared off.
"You wanna go up there, Carlin?" Spencer threw her arms up in the air in challenge. "And what about your dad? Huh? While you go up there I'll just stay here and look out for him? You want the first thing he sees when he wakes up scared and confused is me?
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