Something to Look Forward To

As Corky put her hands on Debra's shoulders, Debra smiled up at her, unaware of her intentions. "I'm okay," she said.

No, you're not, thought Corky. You're not okay. You're dead. She tensed her arm muscles and started to push.

" Hey, you girls — get down from there!"

The man's voice startled Corky back.

"Oh!" she cried out, and nearly toppled off the wheel.

"Get down!" the man shouted angrily. A bright light from a flashlight invaded Corky's face, then darted over to Debra. "Don't you know it's dangerous?"

Corky squinted down to see a man in a sweatshirt and denim overalls, staring up at them, moving his flashlight from one to the other.

"We're not doing anything!" Debra called down.

"You're trespassing," the man yelled up. "Now, get down before I call the police."

"Okay, okay. We're coming," Debra said. She lowered herself to a sitting position. Then flipping over onto her stomach, she carefully climbed down the side.

Corky remained standing at the top, her anger surging, the ancient evil rising up until her entire body felt as if it were on fire.

I'm going to explode! she thought. Then I'm going to twist that guy's head around until I hear his neck crack. Then I'll rip his head off and pull the brains out through the neck.

The angry thoughts crackled like electricity in her mind.

But staring down at Debra as she made her way slowly to the ground, Corky's fury cooled. Why waste my time on that idiot? she thought.

Debra's my real target. Debra is the one who must die.

Corky lowered herself quickly down the side of the old mill wheel. Stepping onto the soft ground, she glowered at the man with the flashlight.

"I know you young people think you'll live forever," he said, keeping the light on her face, "but you really shouldn't test your luck up there."

I will live forever! Corky thought, feeling her anger begin to seethe again. But she kept herself under control. "You can skip the lecture," she said dryly, then hurried to catch up with Debra, who was already crunching over the gravel to the car.

A short while later Corky dropped Debra off at her car in the deserted parking lot behind the mall.

"We didn't really get to talk," Debra said quietly, pushing open the car door.

"I'll kill you tomorrow," Corky told her.

Debra's eyes opened wide. "Huh? What did you say?"

"I said I'll call you tomorrow," Corky replied, realizing her slip.

"Oh." Debra's eyes narrowed again. She giggled nervously. "I guess I didn't hear you right." She gave Corky a wave and slammed the door behind her.

You heard right. I'll kill you tomorrow, Corky thought. Something to look forward to. I'll kill you tomorrow, Debra, she thought, turning and heading the car toward the exit.

Then Kimmy will have to die.

Kimmy knows too much. Way too much.

And all that knowledge is a dangerous thing.

So, goodbye, Debra. And goodbye, Kimmy. Goodbye, cheerleaders. I'm afraid that from now on, I'll be the only one with something to cheer about.

Corky chuckled to herself, pleased with her amusing thoughts.

So much to look forward to, she told herself, turning onto Fear Street, heading for home.

Hannah's smiling face flashed into her mind.

"Don't worry, Hannah," Corky said aloud. "I haven't forgotten you. I'll be looking in on you real soon… to finish what I started."

Chapter 18

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