Scenes I fleshed out in my head but haven't actually written, in itemized form [GUANO]

'94 diner Massacre Rough Idea

A Normal Overnight, 3am, Jennis smoke break tapering to an end. Diner is empty besides Burdee (Damien), Emmy (Emily), Olivia and Suds (Sidney). Jenni heads back in to help Emmy do a mid rush mop down and Suds with busboy duties. There's the smell of copper, air heavy with the sharpness of fear and panic, unable to accurately process the sounds of wet choking and screaming, so out of place from her routine. Then it stops, the dull slick sound of stabbing over and over and over. She watches Em drop to the floor, alive but dying. The light is still fading from her eyes when suds steps over her body, the energy in his movements inhuman and singular. Then Olivia is grabbing her, shoving her, screaming to move MOVE, begging her to get the fuck out to way, open the door to the outside, but Jenni has descended into shock, unable to come to grips with the scene before her. And then Suds is on Olivia, shoving both her and Jenni back and he stabs, pushing into her lungs from behind. The sound of Olivia choking on her own blood as she tries to breath, to wail in pain. It hits Jenni all at once then, horror, disgust, confused animal sounds of primal fear and wrong. Shoves Olivias body into Suds and runs the wrong way, away from the door outside, back into the kitchen. Slipping on blood, the bodies of her friends, she meets them on the floor, crawling to escape.

And then Suds has her, by the hair, yanking her back, knife cutting into her throat in a slow press as he monologues. Always hated her the most, despised her attitude, smelling like smoke and shit. Wanted to save her for last and carve her nice and slow. For the Second time in Jenni's life, she prays. For her parents, for santa muerte, for help.

And it arrives with a tinkling bell, through a door that Suds locked. A savior arrives and sucks all the air out the room, approaching as a looming figure in black, filling the doorway in silence. Suds and Jenni find themselves stunned and unmoving, witnessing an urban legend made true pull himself into the room. 

Suds loses it first, ripping the knife from Jennis neck to frantically question, threaten the very existence of the spectre. He shouldn't be Real. He shouldn't be here. Suds has an idea of what this means, this omen before him. He stares death in the face and dares to rebuke his fate.

And in this distraction, Jenni is free to break as well. Pure survival at any means in the shape of a boning knife. It doesn't take much to blindly swipe it from the blood soaked floor and stab back and back and back, hand, neck, eye, neck, cheek, neck. And then, the pressure on her scalp is gone, a gurgling, squealing thrashing occurring behind her. Adrenaline making her vision blur, she scambles to her feet, knife held between shaking hands. At Suds on the floor, wildly swinging the butcher knife as the other hand covers his face, neck, mouth, neck again as he bleeds out, unable to make an intelligible word.

And then, at the Bay Area Phantom, who hasn't moved, simply observed her take another mans life. And now watches her trembling, heaving form, bloodied, weak, feral in a way she never thought she could be. 

"No. No." She doesn't plead, finds it in herself to speak the word as a command, a conviction: I will not die here. She chants it under her breath, a new prayer.

The Phantom tips his head, just slightly. Curious at how plans have changed to such a degree. Fate determining new paths at what seems like the last minute. The Phantom moves to circle her, a sidestep that has her jolting and moving. A clumsy mirror as they turn about the room, concentrated solely on their strange dance. Jenni finds herself at the entrance to the kitchen, a straight shot to the front door. She does not move, watching The Phantom for even the slightest indication. But she feels the pull to run, fear giving way to flight as the adrenaline begins to burn off. The trembling of her arms intensifies, her voice a hoarse whisper of 'No, no, no.' He towers over her from a distance, could clear the space between them with ease and finally end this.

The Phantom, leisurely, steps forward. And Jenni takes her chance. Sucking in a sharp breath she turns, knife abandoned, and sprints out, towards the door with such lack of control that she expects to crash through the glass doors with the force of throwing her body into them. A slight turn in the vestibule and she hits cold air, never stopping, scream caught in her throat as her entire body works, the old muscle memory of running track in school greeting her. Lights and pavement blur past until its unrecognizable,blood and boots pumping and pounding the asphalt all the same, runs until she collapses in the middle of the road. And then, weeps, sinking fully to the cold ground that scrapes her skin. 

Red and blue light eventually washes over her crumpled form, she shakily lifts her blood streaked face towards the sound of sirens.