Nightmare on Halloween the 13th, Part 7 (MtF & FtM TG) (Patreon)

From the twisted mind of director FoxFaceStories comes this new tale of horror!

Gregory Builder is an old horror director past his prime, with one last project in him, his most ambitious ever. With the help of dark magic, he is able to bring to life a real horror story, one in which his hired cast are physically transformed into classic slasher victim roles, all while a killer is unleashed into reality from the fiction of the script. These transformed and transgendered actors must escape before they are killed - because if you die in this movie, you’re stuck in your new role for life!

First Part

Previous Part

Scene 7: Final Girls

Rodney coughed up blood, practically puking it in an orgy of nightmarish special effects. He had done his best to hold off Voss, and despite his injuries had indeed bought Taylor and Sabrina precious minutes. But for all that he managed to stab and wound the undead nightmare, even causing the nightmarish creature to audibly gurgle beneath its mask, there was no stopping it. For each cut and slice he delivered, the creature toyed with him, nicking a tendon here, and artery there.

“F-fuck you,” Rodney managed, even as his hand was battered to the side, his weapon flung to the dirt several feet away.

In what would surely be the most memorable kill of the film, Voss raised his buzzing chainsaw far over his head, pausing dramatically as Rodney took in the sight. The former woman raised his hands to try and futilely block the attack that was coming. 

“Shit,” he said.

It was his very last word, because Voss crashed the active chainsaw down upon his head. What followed was a positive geyser of blood, followed by a series of sickening crunches. A shockingly realistic bisection split Rodney in half, his screams echoing out across the dark forest until they became little more than half-dead gurgles. His body fell into two halves upon the ground, and Voss, also caked in crimson, simply regarded the bloody art he had created, cocking his masked head to one side. Then, after a few moment’s pause, he raised his head and continued to pursue his final two victims.

“CUT!”

Rodney got up, flinging his hands to his head. He had weird green tape on one side of his body, as well as little sticky grey balls like . . . like he was doing motion capture.

“What the fuck!?”

Various members of the film crew were around him, all of them looking rather attractive and certainly many of them still annoyed at being genderswapped. Gregory Builder stepped forward, the old hag beside him who had used her dark magic to make this mess, and clasped Rodney on the shoulder.

“Well done, my boy! That will be the most well done kill scene in the film! Just bloody mayhem, I tell you!”

Rodney went to shove him backwards and begin furiously punching away at the sick man’s skull, but a mere gesture from the witch halted his fist.

“Uh uh,” she taunted, waving a decrepit finger. “We’re not done yet, Rodney. We need our fine director in good shape to make his finest work yet.”

“And besides!” Builder said, recovering from the shock of nearly being attacked. “Your acting was exquisite! Don’t be surprised if you get some big budget leading role offers after this.”

Rodney balled his fists. He was meant to be a woman. He didn’t want to have this cumbersome dick between his legs, nor to be attracted to women, or have such a strong thing for Scarlet. He was meant to be a pretty woman who paid the bills with acting and knew how to use her body to be the best part of all the pieces of shit she starred in. And now, thanks to this man, it had all been stolen away.

“You bastard,” he spat. “You - wait, did you say a big budget leading role?”

***

Voss was getting closer and closer. His shadows moved through the trees, and always it seemed like he was teleporting between them while in shadow, despite that no being remotely part of his backstory or urban mythology. Obviously it made for a scarier presentation though, because he was catching up, fast.

“We just have to make it to dawn!” Taylor cried, still gripping Sabrina’s hand as they raced through the darkness of the forest. 

“We won’t make it!” Sabrina replied, looking back to see that horrible mask in the moonlight. “I’ve done the calculations! We won’t make another half-hour! We have to ditch the traps!”

“We can’t! It’s our only advantage! We just need to find the perfect place where - there!”

They had just burst from the treeline, the gnarled tree limbs scratching at their limbs and drawing blood (the movie convenient blood though, the kind that showed damage but never seemed to reduce their physical beauty). Now there was a long slope of muddy terrain that led right down to the forest lake. It was more like a swamp in many ways; shrouded in fog and with dirty waters, but of particular interest to Taylor was the boatshed with several rafts tethered by the dock. 

“That’s how we survive,” she said. “We get to the swampy lake. Remember the legend of Voss? The parents of the teens he killed caught up with him, and they dumped his body in there. It’s all coming full circle! To Lake Blood!”

The pair almost rolled their eyes, and would have if not for the compulsions to stay in character for this ‘shot.’ Clearly, this was a damn crossover reference. Builder had already directed a slew of Lake Blood films, but this reference was just plain egregious.

“It could work,” Sabrina said, but only if - watch out!”

She pushed Taylor forward and jumped with her, just in time to miss Voss’ machete, which sliced the air around them, accompanied by a scare chord that seemed to come from nowhere. The two former men screamed as they bounced and rolled and crashed down the slope, caked in mud. Sabrina dashed her arm against a rock, and there was a sickening crunch as part of the bone broke. She landed at the bottom of the hill with a cry, and Taylor right beside her, injured and bleeding but not having broken anything, at least. She was, however, unconscious. 

Sabrina groaned in pain as she shuffled to Taylor’s side. They had dropped the traps somewhere, where had they dropped them? 

“Wake up, Taylor!” she said, shaking her friend. She looked up the slope: Voss was descending, his figure blurred as if through a distant camera focus. But he was coming.

“Taylor! You have to hear me! You’ve got to wake up! I am not getting stuck as a cute little nerd, okay? I’m meant to a footballer! I’m meant to be a male model! I’m a goddamn star! I don’t care if you have a concussion, get up!”

Taylor’s eyes opened, and she saw the blurry figure of Sabrina. “Wha-”

“He’s coming! He’s coming and we need to make a plan, quick!”

Taylor got up. Her head was ringing with pain, but she was far more concerned about where the traps had fallen. She scanned the slope even as Voss continued to slowly yet implacably advance, only to see the slight shine of metal in the moonlight.

“There! We need the trap! We can set it in the boathouse and then get to the boats!”

“We need to run!”

Taylor did exactly that, but in the wrong direction. She raced back up the slope, sliding on the mud. Voss was getting closer, and she was losing ground to him. She grabbed the buried edge of the heavy trap and pulled with all of her might. It wasn’t enough. For all that she was more athletic now, she lacked a male strength. Her shirt, caked in water and mud, clung to her form, and she had a real impression that the camera would be lingering on two spots in particular. She didn’t even care anymore, not about staying a girl. She just needed to not let Voss and Builder win, or that bloody witch.

And still, Lukas Voss came closer.

“NGHH!! NNYARRGGH!!”

It began to shift, but not fast enough. The mud was gripping the trap too tightly, threatening to swallow it. It wasn’t fair. She had a plan! It would work!

Voss drew to a stop, only twenty feet from her. He drew out his machete and, in a fit of drama, very slowly slid it against his jacket, removing all blood. Tears leaked from Taylor’s eyes. She was running out of time.

And then two more hands gripped the trap.

“Sabrina!”

“You’re right!” the nerdy girl exclaimed, the trap now pulling out from the mud. “We do need this! But your plan won’t work. Quickly!”

The trap pulled free with a liquid squelch, and once more the girls ran down the slop only seconds before Voss was set to reach them.

“What do you mean it won’t work?” Taylor huffed as they reached the boathouse.

“It’s not cinematic enough. We need something to satisfy the narrative. If we do that, we can both be final girls and then get the fuck back to our regular bodies and personalities. What we need to do is . . .”

She whispered a plan in Taylor’s ear, recognising the importance of this dramatic hook - the audience didn’t have the right to know it yet, after all. Taylor slowly nodded. “

“God, yes. Sabrina, you’re a fucking genius!’

Sabrina smirked. “Almost enough to stay in this body, right?”

“Seriously? Because I was thinking-”

“Obviously not!” 

Sabrina pulled on the boathouse door, only for the rusty chain to hold.

“You’re fucking kidding me? What the hell!”

Taylor snarled. “Narrative tension, remember? Quick, find something to jimmy it!  We need to get in there!”

Once more, Voss was drawing near, but this time they acted much more quickly. Sabrina found a thin metal pipe, and the two wedged it against the chain and gripped tightly before pulling down. 

“Come on, you f-fucking chain!” Taylor spat. “Break already!”

“The tension should be enough for it to give out under sustained - there!”

It snapped, the two falling back. Voss was still forty feet away, and for once there was a feeling that they were slightly ahead of the worst possible scenario. Taylor pulled up the bear trap and advanced into the doorway, already thinking about how to pull off this next step. She found a good spot and began setting the trap: the amount of force needed to do so was unbelievable, and once more Sabrina had to help her. Lukas was still far enough away as far as the nerd could see that they still had perhaps a minute to set it. When the click came, both women breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s a good thing we had enough time for-”

THUNK!

For the briefest of moments, Taylor could have sworn she could see stunt action wires from Sabrina’s shoulders leading up to the ceiling, because the nerdy girl was suddenly flung across the room and pinned to a tall shelf full of rusted and forgotten fishing implements. Her feet dangled inches above the floor, and long streams of blood began to trail down her leg to her shoe before dripping onto the ground. Taylor’s mouth hung open, and everything fell into slow motion . . . literally. Her gaze rose up as if it was the camera itself, taking in the source of the injury: an enormous fishing spear had pierced right through Sabrina’s sternum, pinning her to the shelf. Gallons of blood spilled from the wound, and her breath was ragged.

“I think that’s more than j-just a f-flesh wound, in my medical exper-”

She expired, her head hanging and lolling for a moment, like a ragdoll after rough play. A last ragged gasp escaped her throat, and Taylor realised in that moment that her new friend was gone. 

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” she screamed. “NO NO NO NO! SABRINA NO!!!”

Tears flooded her eyes. She shook her friend, but to no avail, she was gone. Gone. And it was just her.

Her and Voss.

Slowly, having wiped her tears, the woman turned. Voss was right in the doorway, his machete out once more. He was so close to her that she could almost feel his rancid, undead breath through the mask, right upon her face.

“Fuck you!” she shouted.

He swung his weapon, and she dodged to the side. He splintered the end of the fishing spear, then swung again at Taylor. Out of horrifying necessity she gripped Sabrina’s body and swung it to the side. She was just fast enough for it to absorb the blow of the machete. As one final act of undead revenge, the blade began lodged under Sabrina’s ribs, stuck there. Voss pulled several times, and Taylor took the moment to act, gripping her own blade as well as grabbing the shattered timber of the spear and stabbing into Voss’s face with both hands.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you kill you kill you!”

Lukas reeled at this, taking several steps back. 

click

SNAP

Lukas made no sound but for a guttural grunt, dropping the machete entirely as he stepped onto the bear trap’s trigger plate. The trap bit through his rotten flesh, snapping bone. He made another move towards Taylor only to halt: the trap was chained loosely to a section of the wall. 

“KILL YOU!” Taylor screamed, jabbing at his face again. This time, the mask came loose, and a moment of narrative followed. The young man-turned-babe backed away, horror upon her face as she beheld for the first time the true visage of Lukas Voss.

It was a man in a prosthetic mask.

It was a good mask. All gnarled and gross, with one deformed eye and rotting flesh and a misshapen jaw, but it was seriously just a mask at the end of the day. She was pretty sure she could spot some of the seam lines from where it had been applied over the actor’s face, in fact. Was he an actor? Or a demon playing a role? It didn’t really matter, only that the reveal wasn’t actually all that impressive.

Sadly, for Taylor the character, it was, because she now conveniently dropped her weapon too, backing away into another shelf as Lukas Voss.

“Oh God, it’s horrible!” she cried, losing control of her voice. “You’re - you’re a monster!”

Of course, what she was actually thinking was: what the hell is this dialogue and why can’t I be spending this time stabbing him in the fucking face for killing my friend!?

But it was too late. Lukas advanced, the undead slasher stepping past Sabrina’s body and straight towards her. Taylor got control of herself just in time, ducking one machete stub and then pulling away from a slash. She stumbled backwards, crawling for a moment and just managing to evade yet another strike. Voss was a little slower, the trap was still affixed to his leg just as the pair of them had hoped. But it wasn’t enough to stop him, and she was running out of places to be.

Taylor took one last look at Sabrina’s corpse, hoping that her friend was really alive once the scene was ‘cut.’ 

“I really hope your plan works, Sabrina,” she said. “For all our sakes!”

She got to her feet and ran to the nearest boat, a dinghy that had seen much better days. She used her blade to cut the rotten rope. She quickly took a heavy toolkit from the nearest shelf and shoved it into the raft with all her strength. Then, even with Voss so near, she jumped into the raft, pushing it away from its mooring. It began to slowly exit the boathouse, floating out into swampy waters of Lake Blood. Lukas paused at the edge of the platform, staring at her, his head cocked almost as if in disappointment. The light was getting slowly brighter: dusk was so, so damn close, she just knew it.

“I can beat you,” she whispered. “Come on. Come on in. I know you want to. Come on in, you fucker.”

Lukas stepped forward, landing into the waters so that only his shoulders and head were visible. He advanced once more, moving faster than the raft could, the waters shallow but getting deeper. The final confrontation was set in the dark waters of the forest lake from which the fiend had first risen back from the dead.

“You better have your fucking cameras ready, Builder” Taylor said, readying herself. “Because whether I’m stuck as a girl or go back to being a guy, I’m winning this thing.”

To Be Concluded . . .