#for context btw - caitlin and lisa both were 'final girls' in horroresque situations before this as teens

[areyouscarletcold]

Call’s May Favorites: Day Seven - KillerGold, Final Girls Au

“When you said,” Caitlin ground out, her voice low as they crouched under the window, eyes fixed on the shadow crossing by at a snail’s pace, “that you knew who was targeting us, I thought you meant you’d tell me over the phone! Not at a creepy abandoned house! I’ve already been chased through an abandoned house once, why did I even agree to this?”

“To be fair, I didn’t think they’d be home,” Lisa said with little more than a shrug as apology. Her hand might have been resting over Caitlin’s on the floor but it didn’t feel like much of a comfort when they could hear the owner of the house pacing the perimeter. Thank goodness they’d locked the doors the second they saw the figure rounding the back.

“Why wouldn’t they be? It’s their house!”

“What kind of serial killer straight out of a horror movie leaves their doors unlocked?” Lisa countered. “For someone who tried to kill a bunch of teenagers years ago, he’s really bad at basic safety. That’s just begging us to investigate - ”

Caitlin groaned, the sound coming out louder than she meant it to and her eyes widened when Lisa used her other hand to slap it over her mouth. The childish impulse to lick it rose in her but she settled for glaring as Lisa kept her eyes on the fading shadow of the figure outside.

Then the faint trill of sirens reached their ears and Lisa’s grip tightened on her mouth as she whipped around to face Caitlin. “Did you fucking call the cops?”

Caitlin pushed the hand off and hissed, “You told me you knew who the killer was, why would I not call the police?”

“We broke into his house and now the cops are coming,” Lisa snapped, her eyes blazing in the near-darkness. “How is that smart?”

“How is breaking in in the first place - ”

There was a great bang at the front door and the two of them froze. Every vein in Caitlin’s body began to scream, frigid and warm all at once and it took everything in her not to outright panic. Something that sounded suspiciously like wood breaking came a moment later and Caitlin shut her eyes, her nails curling into her palms so hard they had to be drawing blood.

“I think he found an axe,” she whispered, and that was all the warning they had before the whole front door came crashing down and they scrambled to get to the back door.