I throw my hand over his mouth to make sure he doesn’t speak. He looks ready to fucking end it all, but I shake my head.
We did not almost drown to have our dead bodies thrown back in.
Derek crosses his arms with a big nod of his head. “Easy, big guy. We’re not being rude to her. So protective.” He winks. “We just wanted to be the first people to make a sequel better than the original.”
“This is so beyond twisted. It’s pure evil.”
“And evil is forever, Evie,” Devin barks. “This is our legacy. Nobody will ever beat it. Name another movie in history that people get to buy tickets to the live ending. We’re revolutionary.”
“No, you’re certified. What is this ... daddy issues? Mommy issues? Your nanny not give you enough attention? You think you’ll get away with killing us.” I point to the camera. “You’re supplying the evidence for the electric chairs. If you’re lucky, they’ll let you sit next to each other.”
Devin points at me with the gun, making my body tense as he shouts, “This is why I loved her for this, Derek. Such passion. She’s feisty, and honestly, there isn’t enough strong female representation in film anymore. Hollywood hates women.”
Chase tries to pull me behind him, but I won’t move.
“Me too ...” Derek hangs out there like he’s waiting for us to get the joke, before rolling his eyes. “Y’know ... the movement ... it’s a play on words? For fuck’s sake, I love women. I’m an ally.”
“You’re trying to kill me,” I level.
Derek’s head draws back before he looks at his brother. “Tell her.”
Devin shrugs his shoulders a few times like he’s excited. “See, the thing is, Evie ... only one person lives ... and it’s not any of the rest of us.”
I swallow, feeling like I’m in an alternate universe as Chase stands closer, looping a finger around a belt loop of my pants.Good call.I really want to lunge at someone right now.
“We’ll kill your family ...” Derek says as Devin finishes for him, “And then you’ll be so angry that you’ll kill us while the world watches. You won’t be able not to, because what kind of friend, sister, lover would you be?”
Derek holds up his hands, shaking like he’s trying to razzle-dazzle. “We get our final girl, and our names will live on in infamy. Tell me you don’t love it.”
Devin reenacts a mic drop but doesn’t drop the gun, before he quickly adds, “The working title isCross My Heart and Hope You Die... but let us know if you don’t like it, because we won’t be able to change it in post.”
What the fuckis the only thing I can think. It seems to be the most accurate question for everything they say. I keep opening and closing my mouth, glancing at Chase, whose eyes are locked on the guys.
I’m trying to buy time for a plan to formulate.
“Oh, she’s nervous for her big moment,” Devin says, sucking in a hiss of a breath.
Derek claps his hands together before doing an impersonation of Kris Jenner with his hands coming to his knees. “You’re doing great, sweetie.”
Think. Think. Think.
We have to get out of here, but there are two lunatics in front of the only exit, and they have a gun ... A gun they’ll use on Chase.
Just not on me . . .
... because I’m the final girl.
I’m wading through the thought slowly because a planisforming. One I hope Chase will pick up on.
We’re standing there, Chase and I still dripping wet, before I reach behind myself and gently push his hand off, taking a step forward.
“No.”
They frown, Devin looking at Derek before he says, “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no, I won’t be your final girl. And no, I won’t kill you.”
Derek laughs. “Of course you will. Have you been paying attention? We’ve been watching your every move, Evie. I can almost set a clock to those little panic attacks nobody knows about. If you think we can’t control you, then ask yourself how we knew what to send Goldie to make you two fight. Or how littering her inbox with shit about Italy would get her to go ... Guess you don’t have to be blood related to both be easily influenced.”
