I had a couple that were meant to be short and silly. feeling down, so I'm gonna finish some of them, see if that helps




“And CUT!” called the director. Cameras immediately stopped rolling, lights were adjusted, and Chloe Moretz exhaled in relief, getting down from the uncomfortable ‘evil lair’ bondage frame. She walked off set, patting the tripod mounted machine gun as she passed it “Bring in the double!” called the director.


The blonde who had been standing in the corner struggling to control her excitement ran over. Like Chloe, she was naked except for the Hit-Girl wig and mask, showing off her exceptionally similar figure. Her eyes were the wrong color, and there was a couple inch height difference, but it didn’t matter. They were filming the penultimate fight of Kick-Ass 3, the long awaited and final installment in the series and this girl who had been a huge fan since the first one had won the drawing to be the double for Chloe in this incredibly important scene.


The double (Chloe had not bothered to learn her name) ran up to her idol “I Love you Chloe, I’m a huge fan!” Two stagehands helped get the girl locked into the frame Chloe had just occupied, she was beaming and called out “Good luck in your next roll!” Chloe gave her a thumbs up and an encouraging smile, while mentally rolling her eyes, groupies. The director yelled “Places! And…action!”


As the machine gun opened fire, the noise was louder than stunt double Mindy (not her birth name, she had legally changed it after the first movie) would have believed. The bullets slammed into her flesh. She didn’t have instructions, anything she was supposed to try to do, they wanted a real reaction. So she grunted at the first impacts, then screamed in pain as the first burst stopped. The second burst tore open her pale belly and turned her vision red with pain. She was losing a lot of blood. The third burst was longer, shredding her tits and blowing her head to bits. The mutilated corpse slumped in the restraints.


As the gun stopped firing, Aaron Taylor-Johnson ran into the room, screaming and swearing. He fell to his knees, weeping for Hit-Girl, wishing he had beaten the villain sooner, had saved her. It was a heartrending performance, the best of his career. As the director called a wrap and announced that they had gotten in, he went and high-fived Chloe, then they went and got pizza, laughing about the noises the girl had made, and how eager she had been for some reason to go through that when she would only be credited with the rest of the stunt doubles, they didn’t understand super-fans. Oh well, the stunt double had been happy, and they were both going to make a ton of money, everybody won.