Last story for this week. I had an interesting scenario in mind but I couldn't choose which end was better so I chose both. I have never seen the film from which I took the title but the protagonist's name is the same. Enjoy it!


Sliding Doors


The day for Elena certainly could not get worse. The alarm had not sounded, that day she had an exam that she had to pass or she would have to do it again two months later. As if that wasn't enough, road works had forced her into a fucking detour. She was not practice of this part of the city but at least the road was practically deserted.

You're not wrong way, stay quiet Elena, everything will be fine

She tried to calm the thoughts that bounced off her head. It was a cool April morning, Elena was 20 years old. Her blonde hair was tied in a braid that reached halfway down her back, her green eyes flickered between the navigator and the road for fear of missing a detour and making even more delay. A pale pink sweater covered a physique that was certainly not athletic but not fat either, with proportionate breasts and a butt that occasionally received some praise. In any case, life as a student was not suitable for a healthy eating style. Her plan was to get back in shape as soon as she took that damn degree. Always if she arrived on time that day.

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Her cell phone rang. Elena lowered her eyes for a second and picked up the device. She could not see what had caused the sound since a car, coming from the right, burned a stop and hit the passenger door at full speed. The two cars continued at least ten meters before stopping in a smoking heap.

Miraculously, Elena was unharmed but it took her brain a few seconds to realize what had happened. Fragments of glass everywhere, her car reduced to a mass of sheets. She felt like crying, just when she began to think she could arrive on time she suddenly found herself in a car accident! Shit shit shit she crawled out of the car and took some pieces of glass from her sweater

She suddenly realized she was not alone. That bastard who had come at her had burned a stop, she was sure. The anger of that morning concentrated in her little head and, like a fury, she threw herself towards the car that had rammed her.

"What the fuck are you doing? There was a stop there!" She barked against the driver who had not got out of the car. He was a man of about forty, graying hair, wearing a blue plaid shirt. Next to him, there was another man, almost bald, except for a few tufts of gray hair, wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket. It was clear that Elena's car had definitely the worst in the accident, the man's seemed to be pretty good, even the engine was still working.

"Excuse me miss, we're in a hurry, if you can move your car …"

"Move my car?" She began to insult him from the window "But are you blind or really stupid? Do you think I can move it? Is to be thrown away, fuck! And I have to take an exam in fifteen minutes! If there was someone next to me you had killed him, dirty psycho … "

"Move that fucking car, bitch" the bald man screamed from his seat.

Elena didn't believe her ears "Bitch? I call the police, I will put you both in jail and … "

The last sentence died in her throat, the passenger suddenly had a big gun in his hand and it was pointed at her. As red she had become, Elena suddenly turned white. Slowly she raised her hands "Wait, I …" BANG, BANG. Two shots in rapid succession reached the chest of the girl who fell to the ground like a broken doll.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"We are not wasting time, spur that wreckage, we have the cops on our heels"

Lying on the asphalt, Elena paid no attention to the car that, after having repeatedly rammed the metal pile that was once her vehicle, darted away at full speed. Her only thought at the moment was to the two bullets that had entered her chest: one had taken in full her right nipple, the other had hit a little higher than her left breast. It had all happened suddenly, a moment before she was ranting against that driver and a moment later she was bleeding on the ground. The two shots had been deafening, violent, they had hit her like a mule kick.

Trembling, she brought her hands to the wounds trying to limit the bleeding, she watched terrified her sweater becoming more and more red with every breath. In the distance, a siren. Elena heard her approach, saw the police car speed past her and back away again in the other direction, without even slowing down.

She burst into tears with anger and pain. It wasn't right, she didn't have to die like this, someone had to help her, because there was no one to help her? They had shot her for no reason, she would never have believed that such a thing could happen to her. He stared up at the sky, breathing was more and more difficult, she began after a few minutes to spit out blood that mixed with tears on her face. It was really over like this. She would never have come to the classroom to give that exam, she would never have lived that life she had so well designed. Choking on her own blood, Elena wondered where she had gone wrong, what she could have done to change that horrible end. She never found an answer, the brilliant student died a few seconds later, covered in blood, murdered in the middle of the street.

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Her cell phone rang. Elena lowered her eyes for a second but whoever it was wasn't important right now. It was fortunate that she had not been distracted because, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a machine that was coming up at high speed, burning a stop. She nailed just in time to avoid the accident, the car moved away with a horn sounding.

Elena's heart was pounding, he almost took her!. On this bad day an accident was just what she missed. With her hands still shaking on the steering wheel, she stood still for a few seconds to get rid of the adrenaline. She found herself smiling again, perhaps this miracle was a good omen. The girl had a strange feeling of dejavu, it was not the first time that such a thing had happened to her.

She left, agitated but unharmed. Behind her she heard a siren, looked out of the mirror and a police car darted after the street pirate. It serves him right, Elena thought with a smile. The girl should have paid more attention to the road: in front of her, at an intersection she didn't see a black car coming from the right and taking it in full. The sound of breaking headlights sounded in her ears.

"Nononono …" she did not know about machines but the one he had just buffered was certainly not an economic model. She got out quickly and ran to apologize to the other driver

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to, I got distracted …"

A well-dressed thirty-year-old man with a black jacket and white shirt got out of the car. He was at least 15 cm taller than her and was furious.

"Look where the fuck you go bitch!"

He went to check the damage to the car "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Elena, awed, turned to the man "I … I'm sorry … you can fix it, I can repay you, there is a friend of mine who …"

The man turned around, red in the face and grabbed her by the neck, Elena didn't expect him to put his hands on her, she was surprised for a few seconds.

"Do you know how much I paid for this car? Do you know what damage you did with that fucking jalopy of yours? "

"Leave me!" Elena felt his grip tighten "I told you I can repay, that …"

"Bullshit!" The man shouted, banging her head against her car.

For a second, Elena saw everything black. She was on the ground, her head hurt. Before she could recover, the man grabbed her by the neck again, kneeling beside her.

"You can't repay it, fucking bitch! This machine is worth much more than your fucking salary!"

Elena saw him pinch both hands around her throat, she panicked in an instant. The grip was strong, closing her airways. She kicked and tried to hit her attacker with her hands, she fought like a fury but the man was much stronger than her.

"Much more than your fucking salary! It is worth much more than your useless life! "

The man's face was sweaty red from the effort, Elena gasped beneath him trying to breathe at least a little air, her lungs were on fire, her body was shaken by spasms. Without loosening his grip, the man continued to insult her, crushing her throat in a rage.

"You're no good, whore, your life is worth less than nothing and I can kill you without anyone telling me anything!"

Elena wanted to apologize, it was just an accident, she hadn't done it on purpose! She didn't deserve to die for this!

She was drooling, unable even to swallow, the man above her had no intention of letting her go. Her eyes asked for mercy but the fingers that blocked her trachea showed no signs of loosening. Red from crying, her eyes protruded from the eye socket as if they wanted to escape from this absurd death. Why didn't anyone come to help her?

The last thing Elena realized was that she was pissing in her underwear. One last humiliation before the world became all black. While she died, the man's insults still rang in her ears.

The man continued to hold her throat for another minute until he saw that the girl below him was no longer moving. He gasped with effort, took a breath. Fuck, maybe he had gone too far. He looked around, the road was isolated, the few buildings that stood nearby were deserted. Perhaps he had been lucky. He looked at the girl who he had just strangled, laughing. He had to do something about those anger shots. Surely it was better to disappear as soon as possible: he left the girl's body on the ground and went to check the car. With a cool head, the damage wasn't as bad as it had seemed at the beginning. He got back in the car and left, noting with satisfaction that his penis was fully erect. Maybe he had to do it again sometimes.

Elena was lying on the ground, her red face contracted with terror, a small pool of urine between her legs and a wisp of drool running down her lips, her blonde braid like a snake on asphalt. He would never reach university, nor would he come to see another day, her life was destined to end that day.


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I realized that a good part of my victims wear a sweater, obviously I like to soak them with blood. I blame Casey Becker's death in scream for this.

I was almost intending to add a third final in which she arrived at the university and a psychopath stabbed her in the parking lot but it seemed to me to rage on poor Elena. Plus I've done too many stabbings in Slasher Camp, for a couple of story I'll change style.