Nightmare on Halloween the 13th, Part 4 (MtF & FtM TG)

From the twisted mind of director FoxFaceStories comes this new tale of horror!

Gregory Builder is an old horror director past his prime, with one last project in him, his most ambitious ever. With the help of dark magic, he is able to bring to life a real horror story, one in which his hired cast are physically transformed into classic slasher victim roles, all while a killer is unleashed into reality from the fiction of the script. These transformed and transgendered actors must escape before they are killed - because if you die in this movie, you’re stuck in your new role for life!

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Scene 4: Lukas Voss

Rodney ran, dragging Scarlet with him and away from the advancing terror. His date screamed, annoyed at herself for doing so. When she’d been Anna-Lee she’d only cried out like that during the most intense part of a key performance, and all in service to a good script. Now, she was forced to be a total scream queen as she ran past numerous cameras, all of them glowing green with the witch’s magic as they tracked her automatically. Her heavy breasts jiggled. She was completely topless, and no doubt her scenes would be among the great moments of terror and arousal if this accursed film was ever made. For Scarlet herself, it was an irritation: how could any woman stand to be so busty and bouncy? 

It made her scream in frustration. But it was still a scream.

“Stop screaming and run!” Rodney yelled. He pulled her forward, the pair stumbling over even the smallest grassy bumps in the forest. The former female wanted nothing more than to be at home with a good smoke in her hand, but at least as a man he was strong. He managed to tuck his very impressive manhood back into his pants as he ran, but the branches ripped at his shirt, tearing a little at his skin but far more importantly revealing his appealing olive abs and powerful pecs.

“This is ridiculous!” he shouted. “We’ve got to get out of here! There’s no way that guy is real!”

“He is! You saw him! It’s Lukas Voss and he’s going to kill us!”

The two managed to exchange a frustrated look as they stumbled through the dark woods. Was all their dialogue going to be this hokey? Half of what they were saying was apparently going to be ‘in-character.’

“Let’s just keep running!” Scarlet said as they approached the party beyond the treeline.

“No!” Rodney declared, suddenly puffing up his chest. “We need to warn everyone. Lukas Voss is coming, and he wants blood!”

Surely this was the time the title was meant to drop, because the pair paused a moment, awkwardly standing there in a dramatic position. Scarlet had fallen to one knee, curling up against Rodney’s powerful leg, her massive chest practically spilling out of her top, her bosom barely concealed by the shadows as she looked up to him, yearning for protection. He was stalwart and staring out at the distance. A quick cursory glance confirmed that a looming shadow stood right behind them.

“Fuck,” Rodney said.

A machete slashed out, and the pair regained movement just in time to dodge into the camp.

Scarlet, naturally, screamed.

***

Taylor heard something. It was like time had suddenly flashed, and she was standing in position, a drink in her hand, her mind slightly slurred by the consumption of alcohol she didn’t remember drinking. Where was she?

Oh, that’s right, in a demonic horror movie orchestrated by a witch in league with a washed up B-movie director. One she’d actually been excited to be in. One that she was, for reasons beyond her understanding, somehow still a little excited to be in.

“And the worst thing is,” she mumbled to herself as she adjusted her hair behind her ears, “I’m playing the kind of character who runs toward screaming.”

She did so, even as numerous other college peers ignored the sound of it, too drunk or too involved with sex and other antics to pay attention. Taylor picked up the pace even further when she realised that it was one of the cast. Scarlet? It had to be.

“Scarlet!” she cried. “I’m coming! Don’t worry, I’m -”

She rounded the corner, only to find an entirely different scenario than she’d envisioned, albeit one just as terrifying: an incredibly beefy and muscular jock with a stupid-looking mullet was grinning as he held Sabrina’s arm. The former jock-turned-adorable nerd gritted her teeth as she tried and failed to pull away. They were outside a tent, a nearby fire pit lighting them, casting ominous shadows upon her assailant’s face.

“Awww, c’mon, Sabrina! You know I like the cute, nerdy types, especially black ones. Wouldn’t you like to ride Kelly Mason?”

“Let go of me, jerkface!”

“My face isn’t that bad, let me show you.”

He pulled Sabrina closer, pressing her against him. The small nerd was horrified to find herself so weak and easily threatened by a large man.

“See?” he snarled. “I look pretty good up close. And you know what else’ll be good up close?”

Taylor had to stop this, not just to end the terrible bully dialogue but also to save her friend - well, her character’s friend, at least. She picked up a nearby rock and threw it, cracking him in the side.

“Hey!” she called, stepping forward into the perfect lighting just for the cameras and placing a hand on her impressive hip. “Try and pick on me, asshole!”

Kelly threw Sabrina aside and wiped his nose with his sleeve. “Yeah, I think I might. Taylor, right? The new girl? I hear you’ve got history. Didn’t your parents both die mysteriously in these woods or something?”

Taylor almost vomited. That was how the exposition was being delivered? What the shit was this nonsense? How was this going to be Builder’s magnum opus? He better have a god in the editing room.

“They did,” she said, stepping back a little. “And they never found out who it was, leaving me to be forever a little frightened of these woods. But I’m not frightened of you, Kelly. One more step and you’re toast!”

Sabrina cringed on the ground, not just from her inaction but from the dialogue too.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Kelly said.

He stepped forward to try and grope her tits, a prospect that was very concerning for a new woman, but suddenly something very strange happened. Taylor’s body operated on autopilot, leaping up and kicking out, then turning and dodging a blow, before delivering two more kicks, almost like she was on wires rather than obeying the laws of gravity.

“But after my parents’ death, I found peace in tae-kwon-do!” she announced.

Kelly dropped to the ground, unconscious. Sabrina stood, running to embrace Taylor.

“Thank you! I was just trying to do some science extension homework before the fires died down, when suddenly he came onto me!”

“It’ll be okay, Sabrina. I’ve got you. There’s nothing that can hurt you now.”

Was it dramatic irony if only their characters didn’t know what was coming? Taylor wasn’t sure. Regardless, her attention turned to what Sabrina was whispering in her ear as they embraced. 

“That was really awesome, but even I can tell those lines were terrible.”

“I know, right? Maybe Anna-Lee was onto something, back before she was-”

Scarlet screamed, and this time, everyone heard her.

“What was that?”

“Just Scarlet finding something scary,” Taylor said, dipping back into her role. 

“Sure, and I’m the Queen of Britain. The action is starting, isn’t it? Shoot, and I’m stuck as total nerd girl - what use is that?”

Taylor gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder. The compulsion was there to play the role, but they were able to fight it. This was a little touch she added, to comfort her new friend, and maybe it would make its way into the film.

“We don’t know that,” she said. “It’s probably just a raccoon or something.”

But then the scream was closer, and more wild, and a male voice was yelling as well: Rodney! Taylor and Sabrina ran past Kelly’s unconscious form just in time to hear him mumble:

“Really hope he kills me. Could get used to bein’ a big strong dude. Sorry ‘bout playing a douchebag Sabrina.”

Sabrina could only sigh and keep running. A massive ring had formed around Scarlet, who was covering her otherwise totally bare chest, much to the appreciation of a lot of dudebros around her, and Rodney, who was looking cut up and desperate.

“I’m telling you, it was him! Lukas Voss! He attacked us out of nowhere, he ripped someone’s head off!”

Scarlet screamed. “It’s true!” she cried, moving in such a way as to threaten to reveal more breast than she already had, but not enough to scare off the film approval committee. “It was some big nightmare! He was so tall, and he wore a terrifying mask! He’s risen from the dead and coming to kill all of us!”

The crowd wasn’t so convinced. “Yeah, right!” someone called.

“As if!”

“This is just some hoax - are you high?”

“Show us your tits, Scarlet!”

“Nice going riding the hot babe, Rodney!”

“Do you want a go with someone else, sexy?”

More and more eyes and attention was paid to Scarlet, and for good reason: even the former Anna-Lee was starting to realise just how damn voluptuous she was, and beautiful to match.

“This role is so damn beneath me,” she mumbled to herself, “but maybe this chest isn’t all bad . . .”

Rodney, who had found Anna-Lee bloody irritating when he’d been Ruby, now felt a strange protective instinct towards the new scream queen. He stood in front of her, guarding her from much of the crowd.

“Leave her alone!” he yelled. “Seriously, can we get an intimacy coordinator or something?”

His metafictional line was ignored as the cheering continued, though some of the cast looked apologetic about their compulsions..

“Yeah!” Taylor said, running to the centre and dragging Sabrina with her. “Leave her alone! Listen to what they’re saying - even if it’s not Lukas Voss himself, what if there’s someone in the woods!”

Sabrina added to this, though her voice was more drowned out. “Statistically speaking there are also many predators in the woods other than man who could be mistaken for one: bears, for instance. We should be wary of any-”

But one major loser rose from the crowd, a jock as big as Kelly. 

“Tell the geek to shut her trap and get out of the way!” he called out. “We all just want to see Scarlet’s tits! C’mon darling, why don’t you give my eyes a real treat?”

Something soared through the sky, turning over on itself with a loud whoosh noise. A number of people looked up, but barely caught what it was . . .

. . . until it embedded horizontally in the jock’s face. It was a machete, and it had sunk into the flesh what looked to be two hole inches deep: right into both eyes.

“Treat,” came a low voice, booming and unnatural.

The crowd turned. Standing just beyond the crowd, lit by the firepits, was the looming, booming, walking corpse of Lukas Voss. His hand was still stretched outwards from having thrown his weapon, but as his mask turned to face the crowd of drunk college partygoers, he pulled out something from behind his back.

“Is that - is that a chainsaw!?” someone asked.

Taylor turned to the others. “I think we should run. I think this is the scene where we run and figure out what to do later!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Rodney said, grabbing Scarlet’s hand and pulling her along while Taylor grabbed Sabrina. Naturally, the scream queen cried out, but she was far from the only one, because Lukas had pulled forth a freaking chainsaw, and the loud roar of it being started up made the crowd begin to run in every direction.

“Why the eyes, man?” the jock said, writhing on the ground as Lukas advanced. “Bad enough I’m stuck as a guy, but the director is totally paying for any trauma counselling! I’ll sue the shit out of-”

He never finished the sentence: Lukas carved him up with the chainsaw and then turned on the crowd, rampaging through in a bloody scene of terror and geysers of fake blood and Wilhelm scream. It was movie magic, the kind that any audience would remember. The only problem was that scores of extras and cast members were now being stuck in new bodies and roles for life.

Taylor ran. She was surprised at how athletic her petite body was: a far cry from her original chubbiness. The former man looked behind her, only to witness a grisly sight: Lukas was holding an extra up in the air and readying to slam him down upon his knee.

“Oh my God,” Sabrina said, “he’s getting Bane’d. He’s going to Bane that girl! From Batman!”

“I know who Batman is! And Bane!” Taylor replied.

“But I didn’t know this shit before! This is nuts!”

Lukas brought the screaming figure - a half-clothed woman, no doubt for further viewer titillation - down upon his knee. There was a sickening snap as her spine was folded back on itself, and then the freshly murdered victim was thrown aside into a tent, making the occupants cry out and flee . . . straight into his path.

“Great!” exclaimed the bent ‘corpse’ in the tent. “Now I’m stuck with tits! How am I gonna explain this to Ma!? And can someone unbreak my spine for me? I presume that was my one and only scene! Do I get a pay bump for dialogue at least?”

But Lukas Voss was already advancing implacably forwards, smiting every partygoer in his way, no matter how much they tried to run, beg, or even fight back. Kelly woke up just in time to have a stake driven right through his stomach, before his body was hurled onto a group of nerds fleeing for the bushes. A girl ran past the terrified Sabrina (who screamed) and Rodney. She was on fire, her flame-covered limbs flailing about as she tried to find the nearby lake.

“Help me!” she said. “Help meeeee!”

She looked to be in terrible pain until the focus of the scene shifted back to Lukas’ rampage, at which point the woman groaned, still in flames.

“Help me find a new fucking agent! I was a goddamn sixty year old set designer and now I look like I belong in a freakin’ lingerie commercial!”

She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, pressed it against her still burning stomach, and puffed on it a few times.

“Yeah, you guys should run. The really ridiculous deaths are always saved for the main cast, y’know.”

“Goddamn it,” Rodney said. “You’re right. And I’m the jock. I need to try and not be a total knucklehead. C’mon, Sabrina. We’ll meet up with Taylor and Sabrina. They’re smart; they can help us plan to escape.”

“I’m smart too!” she cried, trying not to scream. “I’m just not feeling it right now. Stupid film!”

They ran to the edge of the party where the light was thinnest. In the background, Lukas was placing a trio of athletes onto a long stake before knocking it into the fire, making them sizzle like a spit roast. They weren’t a fan, especially given that two out of three of them had been women previously, though the third seemed pretty chuffed to have “sweet abs, when I’m not being burned alive!”

The pair were so distracted by this site that they didn’t see Taylor and Sabrina running towards them. The quarter collided, stumbling over themselves, with poor Sabrina at the very bottom of the pile.

“Please get off m-me!” she exclaimed. “I’m barely ninety pounds s-soaking wet here now!”

They extracted themselves, Taylor extending a hand to help her friend up. But that was when Sabrina and Scarlet both squealed. Rodney and Taylor both turned around and jumped in opposite directions, just in time to avoid the scything arc of Lukas’ chainsaw. The enormous undead brute loomed over them, his rotten clothes exposing his undead nature, his mask unsympathetic.

“What the fuck?” Taylor yelled. “How did he get here so fast? That’s literally impossible!”

Rodney pulled Scarlet back, the latter starting to really appreciate the former’s strength. “He seriously just teleported!”

“He must have misty step!” Sabrina cried, jumping backwards as the monster swung the ear-splitting chainsaw in a wide arc, nearly bisecting her. “It’s the only thing that makes sense!”

Luka raised his chainsaw once more. “Pain,” he said in a low, guttural whisper. Evidently, he wasn’t much of a talker, this one. The chainsaw roared as he advanced. 

“And how come we didn’t hear the chainsaw until he was behind us?” Taylor added.

Scarlet had an answer for that one: “Because this movie is badly written! Let’s run!”

But Lukas had other ideas. With surprising speed he launched forward, grabbing Sabrina by the neck. The small, dark-skinned nerd was lifted up beside her pale-skinned friend, and Taylor could only watch as Lukas slowly brought the chainsaw closer to her neck.

“Leave her alone!” she cried, punching and kicking at him. “Take me instead!”

Where exactly this newfound courage was coming from, she wasn’t sure, but it was invigorating. Unfortunately, he efforts were doing nothing as the teeth of the saw got ever closer to her friend’s jugular.

Suddenly, a rock hit Lukas in the head, causing him to stumble back. He dropped Sabrina, and Taylor pulled her back in time. Rodney hurled another stone, this one crashing into Lukas’ shoulder.

“Everyone, run!” he shouted. “Unless you want to be stuck in your bodies - I for one would like to be a woman again, thank you very much!”

He threw one last rock, ducked a chainsaw swipe, and followed the others into the darkness of the woods, and away from any civilisation. Lukas pursued, but a drunk party goer who had no idea what was happening wandered his way instead.

“Heyyyyy, is this my big scene?” she asked as she accidentally collided into the monstrous fiend.

“Cut,” Lukas said

“Awww,” she said in a drunken manner. “I totes wanted to keep this body, even if I am, like, a total bimbo now. Are you telling me my scenes is, like, cut?”

Lukas dropped the chainsaw, letting it die, and raised his machete instead.

“Cut,” he repeated.

The quartet of heroes continued to flee into the woods and past many of the witch’s hidden cameras, even as the victim far behind them finally got her scene.

To Be Continued . . .