Sam was sat cross-legged on the rug. A man with a mask was sticking a large knife into screaming teenagers. 'This is the best bit, this bit right here,' said a gleeful Ally, as the masked man picked up a chainsaw and stuck it through two teenagers at the same time. 'Ha! Yeah, kill those idiots!' Blood splattered the back wall, the giant masked killer finally pulling the chainsaw free of their flailing bodies, followed by a waterfall of blood and uncoiling intestines. ‘Now, if you wake up screaming tonight, do not tell your parents I let you watch this. A grass has a terrible time of it in prison you know.’ She winked at Sam, who smiled and nodded back happily. A few more dead teenagers and half a can of cheap lager later, Ally got around to Mark: ‘So, still no news about that dead bully, hey?’ ‘No. I don’t think so. People aren’t talking about him so much at school either.’ ‘It’s fallen down the chart from what’s hot to what’s not.
