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I stumbled weakly up the stairs, covered in blood and glitter. Marks from their claw like finger nails cover every inch of exposed skin. I can still see their faces in my mind, their shitty make-up, the sparkling evil in their eyes. The worst part was the sound though, oh the terrible sound. The singing of hundreds of off key girls still rattles my brain, and I can hear it coming up the stairs after me.
I take off down the new platform, the stairs had led me to another subway platform. I looked at the arrival time for the next train here and lost all hope of using that as an escape. I ran down the platform to the end, looking for some way out, something. There by another set of stairs that led above ground, was my hope.
Like some strange movie style coincidence, a barrel of gasoline had conveniently been left next to the cherry picker it had been fueling. I dumped much of it onto the ground and saved the rest for the girls. As the slowly marched toward me I began to douse them in it. They took it without even flinching. Tossing the empty barrel aside I pulled out my matches and broke the first two trying to get them to work. The third one, however, lit without a problem. I tossed it onto the gasoline and watched as the fire took to not only it, but the massive amounts of hairspray in their hair too. I got in my best pose and laid down a really wicked line, "Fire... uh... burns!"
I stumbled weakly up the stairs, covered in blood and glitter. Marks from their claw like finger nails cover every inch of exposed skin. I can still see their faces in my mind, their shitty make-up, the sparkling evil in their eyes. The worst part was the sound though, oh the terrible sound. The singing of hundreds of off key girls still rattles my brain, and I can hear it coming up the stairs after me.
I take off down the new platform, the stairs had led me to another subway platform. I looked at the arrival time for the next train here and lost all hope of using that as an escape. I ran down the platform to the end, looking for some way out, something. There by another set of stairs that led above ground, was my hope.
Like some strange movie style coincidence, a barrel of gasoline had conveniently been left next to the cherry picker it had been fueling. I dumped much of it onto the ground and saved the rest for the girls. As the slowly marched toward me I began to douse them in it. They took it without even flinching. Tossing the empty barrel aside I pulled out my matches and broke the first two trying to get them to work. The third one, however, lit without a problem. I tossed it onto the gasoline and watched as the fire took to not only it, but the massive amounts of hairspray in their hair too. I got in my best pose and laid down a really wicked line, "Fire... uh... burns!"
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