See What Evil?

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See What Evil?


Author- WarpedMinded

Summary- James and a few friends go to the Blackwell Hotel for the best party ever. They however didn't know that there was gonna be a challenge to living through the night.

Reasons for writing this- I felt the need to make a slashy story of this great movie. I hope it doesn’t go down the drain, I am really trying hard on this.

Warnings in this chapter- Blood and gore, Slash (male/male sex), homophobia, racism, language,

Spoilers I don’t think there are, except maybe on how Jacob Goodnight kills his victims.


Oh…and just to let you know. James and Tyke are not boyfriends, they are just really close best friends.
Umm, just send me messages on how my story is, please. Thank you.

Chapter 2

As Tyke drove up to the old, abandoned hotel, a group of people were outside waiting, looking quite unamused. Tyke stopped the vehicle and got out, James not far behind him. “Hey guys, glad you could make--”

“Yeah yeah, can you open the doors, they are locked.” Lacie a girl with blond hair - so blond it was almost white - interrupted Tyke with a bored tone. Tyke grumbled but complied with the bitch’s request. He slowly walked up to, two large wooden doors, years have obviously taken a toll the building, so when he pressed the key into the keyhole, loud clinking noises sounded outside. When Tyke pushed the door open, it actually made cracking noises and a few boards inside fell to the ground, scaring almost everyone outside. Frank and Ted the two football player jocks laughed at everyone, trying to make it seem that they didn’t get scared. Quincy looked around at everyone and nervously laughed, trying to seem cool. Poor Janis almost cried as she jumped back away from the building. Aimee and Lindsey were holding onto each other, afraid that they would get crushed under the building without holding onto each other. Lacie scoffed as she stomped her foot, “Finally.” She growled out as she pushed Tyke away and walked inside. “Wow, this place is a fucking dump,” she mumbled as she trailed her finger over a dusty chair, then smacked her hand on the seat of it, making dust fly everywhere, which in turn had her cough a little.

Todd, and Derek walked inside looking around, making sure nothing will fall again. Derek looked at Todd’s body approvingly, “Damn Todd, where do you work out?” Derek licked his lips as he nodded and moved closer to Todd. Todd looked wide-eyed at Derek and moved away from the fag. “Geez Todd, what did I ever do to you?” The brunette asked as he used his tongue to play with his lip ring.

“You fucking hit on me you fucking cunt!” Todd yelled, his eyes glaring menacingly at Derek, who started backing away from the irate teen. Todd lunged at Derek who cried out as he was pummeled to the ground. As Todd started punching Derek in the face, he ground out, “Don’t…fucking…hit…on..” punch “me…again!” punch Todd’s face was red as he grabbed Derek’s head and slammed it to the ground. Derek let out an anguished cry for help, tears and blood mixed falling down his cheeks, afraid that he was gonna die in a matter of seconds.

But someone came up and grabbed Todd’s hair and yanked the him backwards, a yelp escaping his throat. “Don’t fucking touch anyone like that!” Quincy screamed as he pushed Todd in a different direction. Quincy moved over to Derek and hugged the crying young man, who buried his face in Quincy’s shoulder and sobbed. “Hey…Derek, it’s okay now, don’t worry.” He tried to soothe his friend. “Come on, look at me.” When Derek listened to him and looked up, Quincy made a tsk’ing sound and sighed, “fuck, come on stand up, I am gonna take you to go get cleaned up.” He helped his bloody friend up.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Aimee asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

Lacie looked at Aimee like she was retarded, “Duh, bitch. Does he look okay? But the asshole did deserve it, he is a faggot.”

Aimee frowned and looked away, while Lindsey walked up to Lacie and slapped her across the face, “Don’t talk to my girlfriend that way. She never did anything to you. Almost everyone here is a little gay, so shut up you skanky-ass-ho.” Lacie’s jaw was slack in shock from being called a very rude name.

“H-How…dare you…” Lacie stuttered, but nobody listened they just walked on passed her. She growled at the people that walked by. Fuck! Even the football players were walking by, glaring her.

“Maybe we should go find a bar room.” Janis whispered so softly, barely anyone heard her.

“Yeah, Janis is right, we should go find a bar room.” James nodded approvingly.

Lacie turned away and started walking up the stairs, getting away from everyone else. “Those fucking assholes. How dare they talk to me that way. I am the lead cheerleader! The girl who’s shit don’t stink! They are the skanky-ass-ho’s!” Lacie rambled on talking to herself, not realizing, someone was watching her every move, and hearing every rude comment she was saying.

Jacob Goodnight thought nobody would come to his home, but he was wrong. When he heard people at the front door, he sighed, almost sadly. It wasn’t that he loved killing people, it was sad actually. But he needed to do God’s work, and take out the bad, bring the good.

He was a really big bulky fellow, only around twenty-six years old, his eyes were smaller though, cause his forehead was bigger, and it dipped a little over his eyes, making it look like he always had a face of anger, and confusion. But no, he wasn’t always angry, he was just angry when things went wrong. Like the blond walking down the hall alone. From what he gathered, she was a cheerleader, very mean to people, her name is Lacie…and she is going to die, soon. He watched her though peep holes in the wall. He watched her go into one of the hotel rooms. Jacob took a deep breath and stalked around until he found the two-way mirror that was in the room that the Lacie girl went into. From his view, he sees Lacie reach down to her feet and stretch, then move side to side, back and fourth. why the hell is she stretching, its not like it will do her any good. He laughed to himself.

Lacie sat down on the bed and looked around. The room was really ugly, the yellow sheets, uhh, can you say gross!, the broken pictures, and opened/emptied dressers. “Okay, so what if they are dykes, I mean…I do like girls in some ways…just, sometimes they are so bitchy.” She got up and looked in the mirror, unknown to the figure behind it, seeing her. She pressed her lips together, smearing some lip gloss on, and smiled at herself in the two-way mirror. Her pretty, small, pale hands took her blond hair and fluffed it a little as she shook her head, while trying to make a seductive look.

Jacob’s nostrils flared as he took his hook’n chain and aimed it at the top of the girls head. He threw it through the mirror, not giving Lacie enough time to scream. The hook impaled her head, blood gushing out of her cranium. Her body twitching as she gurgled uncomprehending words, her eyes opening and closing slowly, not actually seeing anything, since her lifeless body twitched like a chicken with its head cut off. Jacob yanked on the chain, making a nice crunching sound as the hook ripped some of her skull and brains out onto the floor. Lacie’s body dropping to the carpeted floor with a dull thump. He leaned over her and pointed a dirty, yet sharp fingernail at her eye, he pressed hard, digging behind her eyeball and pulling it out, making it rip from the nerves it was attached to. Blood fell from her eye, nothing but a gaping hole staring back at Jacob.

He stood up and leaned down and grabbed Lacie’s bloody, and clumpy blond hair, pulling her to his secret room downstairs.

Quincy led Derek to a bathroom, glad he brought a first aid kit. “Alright, this might sting a little.” Quincy warned as he put some alcohol on one of Derek’s wounds. Derek hissed out in pain, but bit his lip, trying to be quiet. “Its over now…don’t worry.” Quincy rubbed his friends shoulders.

Quincy sighed, “uhh, Derek, can I ask you a question?” At Derek’s nod he continued, “Is it possible to be gay, but to be scared of gay people?” Derek looked back at his friend, and gave a small grin.

“It might be possible…have you ever been with a guy?”

“Ohh…no way. I feel like, I want to jack off to images of guys, but I can’t actually touch a guy like that…Know what I mean?” Quincy asked apprehensively.

“Yeah, I understand. But how do you know that you don’t like being with guys that way?”

“Umm, I don’t.”

“Why don’t you try it with someone you trust. Say…like me.” Derek looked at Quincy sweetly.

Quincy looked down at his shuffling feet. “I don’t know…Will it hurt?”

“I won’t let it hurt you. I promise.” Derek stuck his pinky out, and Quincy smiled as he took the pinky with his and shook it.

“But you are known for being a slut,” Quincy muttered softly, then quickly finished, “..no offence!” Derek nodded and looked down.

“Yeah, I am not surprised people say that about me. Wanna know the truth?” He leaned close to Quincy, his cool breath tickling Quincy’s neck, making his friend visibly shiver.

Quincy swallowed hard and nodded, “Uh…oh, um, yeah.” He blushed as he turned his head and looked at Derek.

Derek moved so his lips were only inches from Quincy’s ear while he whispered huskily, “I have only kissed guys. Not had sex. I am waiting for the right one to tie to the bed and screw.”

“Why don’t you make love? Especially if you found the right one…”

“I know I found the right one, it is just the matter of me telling him, and him accepting it.”

Quincy smiled, “I’m happy for you, so who is the lucky guy you need to tell?”

Derek’s cheeks reddened as he looked away, a little grin plastered on his face. Quincy wasn’t dumb, and Derek knew that. So he knew that in a matter of seconds Quincy will be blushing and saying, ‘ohh…me? Wow…’

Only a few second after Derek turned his head Quincy’s jaw almost hit the floor in shock, “ohh, me? Wow… I had no idea. I’m flattered, and kind of grossed out. But that is only cause I haven’t ever tried anything with a guy yet.”

Derek nodded, “yeah, look if you aren’t willing to try anything with me, I won’t make you. I care about you too much. You’re my best friend, and I love you. I know…a very weird thing to hear from me, but I have been saving myself for you.”

Quincy smiled, his eyes crinkling on the corners, letting Derek know that is a true smile, not a fake smile he uses for everyone else. “Come on, lets go find a nice hotel room. Not a old, smelly, gross one.” He stood up and held out is hand for Derek. “If I don’t like it, it won’t make me think different of you, we will still be best friends. Okay?”

Derek sighed and nodded slowly, Quincy gently took his friends face in his hand and tenderly kissed the lips in front of him. Derek opening his mouth for his friend, deepening the kiss. Moans filled the hall as they went by each door and opened it, look inside and close it, trying to find the right room. After about six rooms, and about to just do it in the hall, they looked inside a huge dark room and turned on the light, only to gasp at how beautiful it was. Brown and burgundy wallpaper surrounded the room. A queen size bed set near a small window, a dark brown dresser on the opposite wall, a small glass table held a lamp with a wick inside to light.

Quincy nodded, “This is perfect.”

“Fuck yeah, it is perfect.”

Derek carefully pulled off his shirt, and Quincy‘s , while Quincy slowly and teasingly pulled down Derek’s pants, making the zipper move very gently over his erection, causing Derek to groan. “P-please…d-don’t tease. We are gonna make love, not torture each other.” Quincy nodded as he pulled down Derek’s pants the rest of the way, and then got off his pants too. Derek looked down and saw that Quincy actually had an erection, and so from what he could see, Quincy was HUGE!

“Umm. Q-Quincy? Do…do you want me to be top, or you?” Derek asked, his blush bright as he looked at the floor shyly.

Quincy was at a loss for words. “Oh, well. I trust you…so you can be top.”

Derek leaned against Quincy fast, and kissed him passionately on the lips. “Thank you so much for trusting me. It means so much baby.” He pulled down both of their boxers and moved Quincy to the bed.

“Just lay back. I will try to make this as easy as possible.” Derek consoled as he sucked on his middle finger getting it wet, then gently pushed it into the tight hole of Quincy. He heard his friend hiss in pain, so he looked up at Quincy and smiled as he opened his mouth and engulfed his friends whole cock.

Quincy gasped as his hips spasmed, jerking up into Derek’s mouth, which he greedily accepted. Quincy’s first blowjob was amazing, sparks behind his eyes amazing. He felt his whole body relax, and Derek’s finger pushed in easily, but still carefully. Derek grinned as he curled his finger just barely a centimeter, and then he heard Quincy moan, or gasp…whatever it was it was fucking hot! Derek finally got a second finger in, and stretched Quincy enough. “Are you good?”

“Mmm, yes baby, please.” Quincy mumbled, he was trying to breathe, he was so horny, he needed something bigger in him, he needed to be filled, and he had his man with him, willing to fill him all the way.

Derek bit his lip as he nodded and grabbed his lube. He poured it all down Quincy’s crack and smeared it around his hole, and then put a little on his cock. “A-Alright Quince, I-I am gonna fuck you now.” His voice was all shaky, good god! He was being a nervous virgin. But when he saw the look Quincy gave him he stopped shaking.

“Don’t you mean make love to me?”

Derek smiled at Quincy and kissed him on the lips, “that is exactly what I mean hun.” Derek used his hand to guide his cock into his lovers hole. He pressed the head in, a little resistance came, but as he kissed Quincy more, the more his lover relaxed, even when he was to the hilt in Quincy.

“Can-can you move, please?” Derek heard the man beneath him whimper, not in pain, but whimpering for more. Derek nodded as he thrust his hips into the sweet tightness. Quincy’s body moved with him, and soon they found a nice rhythm. They kissed softly as they panted while kissing.

Derek’s hand squeezed Quincy’s cock, which was leaking pre-cum. Quincy came while screaming Derek’s name, Derek came the same time, screaming Quincy’s name.

Derek pulled out carefully, “Fuck, I love you Quincy baby.” He hugged the man from behind.

Quincy smiled and whispered, “I love you too Derek. Let’s just…rest for a few hours.” Derek nodded as they fell asleep content being near each other.

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Please tell me if that sucked. I can't tell, it seems okay to me.