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"Kevin." The voice drags out the vowel in the second syllable.
She stumbles through the dark house, yelping when her knee hits a corner. She breaks into a sprint as an exterior door finally comes into view. There's a loud thud. When she reaches the door handle, a knife is buried into the wood.
"Andrew!" she yells. "You're fucking up my—!"
A sharp pain pricks at her neck, her face pressed to the window. He's got hold of her bad arm, gloved fingers squeezing until she whimpers, collapsing to her knees.
"O-Okay, okay— okay! You got me. Andrew, it hurts—"
The body pulls away. Kevin gets to her feet shakily. Her phone's ringing with Andrew's number.
"Stop playing games," she mutters after answering.
"Haven't made it yet, I know. Neil slowed me down."
Kevin stares at the masked figure and drops her phone. She wrenches open the door, sprinting into her yard, a scream caught in her throat, trying to claw out past every breath she's gasping for.
She can hear footfalls behind her; grass and underbrush crunching underfoot. Renting this house was a mistake. Especially as she hears those footfalls draw nearer.
She trips. She finally screams when fingers twist in her hair, pulling her backwards. A camera flash blinds her, then the mask falls to her feet.
"Okay, that was fun," Andrew says.
Kevin flips around to look at him, her eyes wild. "W-What the—!?"
"I had to make it fun for myself," he says, helping her to her feet as he passes over the polaroid. "And I owed Allison."
"This is her fault?"
"I owed her for Neil." Andrew shrugs, he's fighting back a grin. Kevin swings at him, and he lets her fist connect with his shoulder. "That's your freebie. Let's get you back home, princess."
