B-movie drama

It was a low-budget gory, horror film. A serial rapist kidnaps, tortures and rapes the young women of a popular sorority at colleges across the country. He quickly spirals into a serial killer, bludgeoning the faces of each woman till their skulls crush their brains.

My character is a budding detective who pledged the sorority under attack some years ago. Although each college attempted to keep their tragedy under wraps, the members were talking on the national internet chat board.

And I, Detective Marcy Hughes, was listening.

On this paticular day, we were filming the culminating scene of the movie. The crew was exhausted after six weeks of 16 to 18 hour days. And my diva costar was also a dick and everybody was looking forward to his demise. Today was his last day on set although we still had a few days left to shoot. We couldn't wait for him to die.

In the scene, Marcy had figured out where the killer was going to strike next. She went undercover as a pledge of the sorority house. She was ready for him to make his move. The cameras were rolling. I was on my mark, gun in hand, waiting for the door to open. The camera was focused on the door.

"Action!" the director yelled.

The door opened. Before I could deliver my line and pull the trigger, he fell over, face first. I'm embarrassed to say my first thought was, that's going to make some plastic surgeon happy.

"Cut!" the assistant director yelled.

The props guy ran on set. "It wasn't the gun. I triple checked it. You all saw."

"It wasn't me. I didn't even pull the trigger yet," I said.

"Stop being a douche, Jack."

But, as it turns out, he wasn't acting.

A knife was embedded in his back.

A production assistant screamed. Someone else said "Get the set medic!"

Yeah, well, no medic needed. He bled out before the ambulance arrived.

The case hasn't been solved yet. There still aren't any suspects. Or too many, maybe. We all hated him. But, not enough to kill him.

Duh. One person hated him enough to kill him.

Jack would have loved this though: They actually kept all the footage in the final cut. They dedicated the film to him (to appease his estate) and rewrote the ending a bit (since clearly Marcy didn't shoot him).

Audiences flocked to the theaters to see Jack the Mack die on camera. It was the blockbuster of the year despite being a B-movie. Once it hit the streaming services, it really blew up. Jack would be in heaven.

Well, you know what I mean.