Slash or Pass (Final Girls)

by Tylor Paige

When he first confessed what the Minister had done to him, murdering him, only to bring him right back to life, cursing him to immortality and the forever lingering need to murder others, I didn't believe him.

"So once this is all over, I should be good to go? I won't be able to die?" I asked. "When you're twenty-one, if the books are correct. We'll both be immortal." “And what’s the catch?” I asked, tugging on my septum piercing. There was always a catch. “Okay, so one thing. One small thing…” He put one finger up. “You’ll have this little… urge.” “Urge?” I scoffed. “To what?” “Kill.” “What?” “It’s nothing, really." He quickly moved on to explain things in more detail.

"That urge we talked about in the kitchen? Every few weeks, the idea pops back into my head and starts to drive me mad until I take care of it." Like a period?" "I mean, kind of. Once a month, I have to deal with a little blood. It's inconvenient, messes up my clothes, I'm moody as hell. Yeah, sure. It's like a period. Hopefully, we can do that thing where ours sync up." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed. "Bro, this isn't funny." But yet, I laughed too.