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That 70s Slasher

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Chapter Two: the disappearance of Laurie Forman

Eric Forman’s kitchen, morning.

Eric sat awkwardly at the breakfast table, his dad straight across from him and his mom to his right, he stuffed some eggs in to his mouth and watched his parents movements. “Eric have you seen your sister?” Red broke the silence and sipped at his glass of orange juice. Eric gulped and shook his head. “No, she probably passed out at the party, it wouldn’t be the first time she hasn’t come home after going out.” He forked more food in to his mouth, he wasn’t all that worried.

“Why don’t you head over to that house and get her.” Red asked but Eric could tell by the tone of his voice it was a command not a question. “Dad Laurie can get home on-““Eric, you’re gonna go get your sister or my foots gonna take residence in your ass” Red pointed his fork at him and Eric sighed, getting up and taking his plate to the sink then walking to the back door to go out to the Vista Cruiser, Laurie was an adult, she didn’t need him to pick her up, but here he was, doing as his father had asked.

He sped right past the spot of woods that Midge and bob had heard a scream the night before, he wasn’t paying attention to them; he grew up by them, there was nothing special to be had there, so he hardly even paid attention to them. Soon enough the station wagon was pulling in front of a two-story house with red-solo-cups and bottles scattered in the yard. He turned the car off and got out, walking up to the door, he knocked three times then stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

A guy answered and looked the Forman boy up and down. “Yeah? If you’re here to get your hat it got dropped in the toilet sorry-“ Eric was confused by this and shook his head. “No- no actually I’m here to ask If Laurie Forman is here?” The guy at the door tapped his chin. “I don’t recall hearing that name, what’d she look like?”

“About this much taller than me” Eric held his hand a little over his head. “Blonde hair, kinda bitchy looking, she was wearing a white denim jacket over a slutty blouse?” the guy thought for a moment.

“Sorry man, I don’t think your sis was here.” He rubbed his eyes, clearly hung over. Eric turned around and walked back to the car, awkwardly saying a “thanks” as he climbed back in and started it up. He passed the woods again, still paying no attention to any changes to them. Laurie wasn’t at the party and she wasn’t home, he knew she had to be okay but a small amount of regret was burning in his stomach. He made it home and parked the car, getting out and heading down to the basement where his friends were watching T.V he had invited them over before breakfast; they must have arrived while he was checking the party house for Laurie.

“Eric you just mizzed the best burn.” Fez smiled and Eric jumped over the back of the couch, landing between Donna and Hyde. “Yeah I just burned the hell out of Hyde” Kelso laughed and bit a small chunk off of his Popsicle. Jackie rolled her eyes and readjusted on Kelso’s lap. “The things you find funny are beyond me Michael” after that Donna spoke. “It wasn’t that good anyway, you didn’t miss much” she snuggled up against Eric and turned her gaze back towards the T.V which was playing an episode of Gilligan’s island. “Sorry I wasn’t here, Red made me go to the house on Chicago to get Laurie, she wasn’t there. Say, have any of you guys seen her since last night?” Donna shook her head, Kelso said “Nope” Fez shook his head with an “uhuh” Jackie shook her head the same as Donna and Hyde spoke up last. “No, man she’ll show up though, she always does.” Eric sighed and watched the T.V. he knew Hyde was probably right but there was just something in him that was worried about his sister, she was a huge bitch but she was still his sister and he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her.

As the time ticked on she still hadn’t shown up and now more of the gang was worried, especially Kelso which angered Jackie how much it worried him. “Michael you are acting more worried about Laurie than Eric is and it’s only been a day” she glared at her boyfriend. “Well she’s my friend- and obviously she would want us to be worried if she was in danger” Kelso scoffed and avoided eye contact with Jackie. “Jackie has a point man, you’re acting really strange about the situation” Hyde looked at his friend and then at the T.V.

“All of you are acting really strange about the situation, Laurie has been gone for way longer than this and no one ever said anything but now because Eric made her walk at night and you idiots wanted to see a horror movie, it’s got you all on edge” Donna spoke and everyone blinked a few times, realizing just how right the Redhead was. They all settled down and went back to enjoying their show. The rest of the day passed, Kelso had gone home, Jackie following him out, fez following her out. Hyde had just retreated to his back room in the basement and turned the radio up so he wouldn’t hear Eric and Donna flirting with each other.

“I’ll walk you home.” Eric stood up and held Donnas hand as she also got up.

“Oh really now? Eric my house is right next to yours, stop letting those horror movies get to your head”

“Yeah I know- but it never hurts to hold hands while we take two steps to your back door” Eric laughed and Donna rolled her eyes, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“Okay fine, come on you dork, lets walk to my house” Donna made her way up the stairs with Eric and they headed towards her house, hand in hand. “So… you really think she’s perfectly okay?” Eric looked at the ginger girl standing next to him. “Of course she is, well… I wouldn’t say perfectly okay, she’s probably still sloppily drunk” Eric snickered at her joke and pushed her lightly as they got to her door and kissed one last time for the night. Donna shut the door behind her and Eric strolled back to his house, looking at the sky as he walked, out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure across the street in all black clothes and a mask he couldn’t quite make out. He stared at the person and they cocked their head slightly right before turning and walking down the street out of sight. Eric shrugged it off, it was cold so the hooded sweatshirt made sense, and some people just really like black. He opened the sliding glass door and walked through the kitchen hearing the soft rhythm of Hyde’s music playing from the door to the basement. He smiled and walked up stairs to his room. He knew his sister would be okay, his friends were right, she was drunk somewhere and would come home smelling like pot and whiskey, Red would be mad for half a second until he gave in to her sad “I’m sorry daddy” and forgave her.

“Eric, help me! Help me!” the voice called out and Eric sat up in bed, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, it was just a dream… a stupid stupid dream. He kicked his feet over the edge of the bed and looked out of the window where sunlight was shinning in. he got up and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower and forget the dream he had just had. 10 minutes later and the scrawny teen was out of the shower and headed back to his room to get dressed. On his way down the stairs and in to the kitchen he stepped in on a conversation between his parents. “Red, honey have you seen my large kitchen Knife? It seems to be missing.” Kitty looked around the kitchen opening drawers and cabinets trying to find the knife. “No kitty I have not seen your large Kitchen knife, did you check the block?”

“Of course I checked the block, Red, it’s the first place I checked” kitty turned and saw Eric. “Oh, Eric hi. Have you seen my knife?”

“Uh No Mom did you ask Hyde?”

“No I haven’t seen him all morning” and as if she had called him, Hyde stumbled in to the kitchen scratching his head and making his way to the table. “Steven, have you seen my knife?”

Hyde looked up at Kitty and thought for a moment. “I don’t think I have… did you check the sink?” Hyde turned his attention back to the table, grabbing a banana from the bowl of fruit and peeling it. “Say, Hyde why are you so tired?” Eric asked as he sat down across from his best friend. “I stayed up all night reorganizing my room while listening to zeppelin, man” Hyde’s response was Quick but sounded exactly like Hyde, so Eric didn’t question it.

“Here it is!” Kitty exclaimed as she pulled the knife out from under a plate and began to wash it. “Thank you Steven, I just don’t know what I would do without ya!” Kitty laughed out loud in that almost iconic laugh she always seemed to have. “You’re welcome Mrs. Forman” Hyde answered and took a bite of his banana. “So Forman, did you have any plans for today?” Eric thought for a moment. “Other than hanging out in the basement, no.” Hyde was about to say something but noticed Red looking right at him. “I was gonna head over to Kelso’s place and see what he wanted to do, wanna tag along?” Hyde changed his plan and Eric nodded. ‘”yeah that sounds good”

After Breakfast was over and the two boys were outside Hyde revealed his actual plan. “Kelso and I were gonna head over to the water tower later today, we thought you and the others might wanna come” Eric shrugged “sure, sounds like a plan” it was normal for them to go to the water tower, it was one of the few good places to be away from the adults in town which made it perfect for the kids to hang around and drink. An hour passed and the 6 friends were meeting up at the water tower. “Ladies first” Kelso stepped aside to let Jackie go up. “Michael no way, you just wanna look up my skirt” she crossed her arms and stepped back. “Let’s make Donna go up first, there nothing to look at there” she suggested.

“Hey!” Donna scoffed and cross her arms also before deciding to go up first, which meant Eric obviously volunteered to go second, following her up soon after. Once they were all up on top they gathered around and began telling jokes and looking out over the town. It wasn’t the best but it was a pretty town from up on the tower. Kelso leaned over the railing to look down and Hyde grabbed his shirt pulling him back. “Let’s not go see Eric’s mom at the hospital today, man.” He patted Kelso on the back and they went back to talking about the next concert they were gonna be able to go see.

After another hour of chatting and joking the group of friends decided to go home, getting in the car and heading back. “Who wants to get milkshakes?” Eric asked and looked in the mirror to see his friends reactions; they all seemed to agree so he made a right and headed towards the nearest place that had shakes. It wasn’t long before they were pulling back in to the Forman’s driveway; Kelso and fez were in the back seat pinching each other across Jackie, who was about fed up. When they parked they all got out, luckily enough before Jackie killed both boys. Bob Pinciotti was just on his way to ask Red something when the gang got out of the car. “Hey there hi there ho there” Bob happily said as he saw the kids. “Dad” Donna greeted her father. “Mr. Bob” fez greeted him. “Hey Mr. Pinciotti” the rest said, they all stood politely as the man passed them and went inside to do what he had originally planned when coming over.

“So none of you have heard from Laurie?” Eric brought the subject up again bringing a groan from all of his friends but Kelso. “Eric you are worrying over nothing” Jackie said. “Yeah man, she’s probably fine, since when do you care this much about her anyway?” Hyde asked and looked at Eric.

“look man, It’s been two days and she’s still nowhere to be seen, I know what you’re thinking but if something did happen to her, it’s because I told her to walk-“ Donna cut her boyfriend off. “eric nothing happened, but even if it did it wouldn’t be your fault.” She laid her hand on his shoulder, calming him.

“I’m worried too, Laurie could be out there, needing my help” Kelso stepped in to defend Eric’s anxiety.

“Your help?” Jackie glared at Kelso.

“I mean our help! Damn Jackie.” Kelso retorted.

“Uh-huh, sure, Michael. You have been obsessed with Eric’s sister ever since you got that van, tell me the truth”

“The truth is there is nothing going on between me and Laurie!”

“I didn’t say there was, Michael!”

The two bickered for another few minutes while the rest of the gang watched them. None of them knew when or why Laurie became such a hot topic to them now but it was, so they accepted it and went along with the flow, well everyone but Kelso and Jackie who were constantly arguing about the matter.

Once again the group split up and went their own ways at the end of day, Michael and Jackie first, then fez, this time Donna went home before Hyde went to bed which left Hyde and Eric alone. The two friends talked about some events of the day that they enjoyed. The night was a nice night so they stayed outside sitting on the Vista Cruiser’s hood, while they talked Eric looked back across the street to see if the hooded figure had decided to return, he hadn’t but Eric still kept his eye out just in case.

While Hyde and Eric talked, Donna fell asleep and Kelso and Jackie made out, Fez was left completely alone, walking back to his house, he had to pass the Pinciotti house and the wooded lot on his way back, Fez Hated the woods at night, and there was something definitely off about the woods to his right. Normally he wouldn’t stop but something in him told him he should check the woods. They were quiet and lonesome, which made them so much creepier to the foreign teenager entering them. He almost thought about turning around when he saw it, an arm limply hanging out from behind a large Oak. He cautiously stepped over to the tree to see who was there and why. When he rounded the Oak his eyes went wide and he felt the need to vomit, he couldn’t hold it back so he turned and regurgitated his last meal on to the grass.

In front of him was the Body of Laurie Forman, Deep in the woods, leaning up against a tree. Her once white jacket was now almost entirely covered in blood and stained a pinkish red, her skin was still smooth as it was when she was alive but now it stuck tightly to her face. Fez couldn’t believe it, the girl that he and many others had once crushed on was lying against a tree, Dead. He puked again and stepped away from the tree, he had to tell someone, so he did. He turned and ran out of the woods, heading towards Eric’s house, he busted through the door and grabbed the phone, causing confusion to the two boys who had now made their way in to the kitchen and were talking while drinking two cups of tea.

“Fez man, what’s up?” Hyde turned in his seat as Fez dialed 911 “wait hold on, fez really what’s going on” Eric stood and made his way to his friend, listening closely.

“Hi yes, my name is Fez, there’s an emergency” Fez spoke in to the phone ignoring his friends concerns.

“Come on what’s goin on man” Hyde had stood up now also and was standing beside Eric, who was looking more and more distraught as the call went on.

“There es been a murder, I found her body in the woods hurry I’m at Mr. Red Forman’s house” fez hung up the phone and turned to see Eric and Hyde. Eric felt tears building in his eyes and Hyde could see Eric’s pain. While Eric was on the verge of a break down, Hyde kept his cool, not letting the events get to him. “No… no it can’t be, Fez, tell me it’s not Laurie” Eric grabbed fez’s collar. “Tell me it’s not Laurie!” he was full blown crying now and Hyde had to pull him off of fez. Once Eric was no longer grabbing fez’s collar he was turned around and weeping in to Hyde’s flannel shirt.

He couldn’t believe it, his sister had been killed… she was dead… he would never be able to talk to her again… and his last words to her were ‘then walk’ he couldn’t deal with the fact that this was his fault… his hands gripped at his friends shirt as he sobbed, Hyde stood still, trying to keep calm, as the other two people in the room clearly couldn’t. “Forman take it easy… calm down we’ll figure this out.”

Sirens filled the night air as several Police cruisers skidded up to the Forman and Pinciotti houses. Red made his way down the stairs, followed by kitty. “What the hell is all the commotion down here” he spoke in an annoyed manner until he saw his son crying against Steven and the foreign kid rocking back and forth at the kitchen table. “Steven?” Reds voice Cracked as he spoke to the boy standing in front of him.

“Fez… found Laurie’s body…” Hyde softly let the words pass his lips.

Red felt his entire body stiffen. “she-“ Red was about to talk when he turned and was suddenly in the embrace of his wife who was bawling double the amount her son was. The kitchen was filled with sobs and lit by red and blue flashing lights. Red finally pulled away from his wife and kissed her forehead then walked to the door. “Show me where you found her.” He slid the door open and grabbed fez’s sleeve pulling him up. “Now.” Fez nodded and walked outside showing Red and the officers where Laurie’s body was still laying, the officers rushed in with guns ready, and an ambulance came to a stop in front of the woods. Eric pulled away from Hyde, and kitty took his place, Hyde sighed, staring out the glass doors at the flashing lights.

Eric walked out in to the action; everything felt slow as cops rushed in and lights hit his face, he slowly walked past the Pinciottis house, where Midge and bob were standing solemnly. As he got to the edge of the woods he saw Red punch a tree, causing bark to fly everywhere, his eyes followed one of the pieces of bark to where it landed on a red patch of grass. This was all real… that was blood. He looked up and saw the paramedics zipping up the black body bag and carrying it to the ambulance. That was his sister… and she was dead.

It all felt like a dream but he knew it wasn’t, no… this wasn’t a dream it was real life, someone had murdered Laurie Forman. As the thoughts flooded his mind he felt a hand on his shoulder, he swung around to see Donna, Tears in her eyes as she hugged him. This was the worst day of his life, he hated it.

“I-it’s all… my fault” Eric managed to stutter out.

“Eric no- no no it is not your fault you had no way of knowing…”

“I should have given her a ride but I told her to walk and now she’s d-dead” Eric felt anger and fear and depression all eating him up.

“Come on… let’s get back inside a-and get away from the crime scene” Donna turned Eric away; the last glimpse he got was of several officers tapping off the trees that were once just a normal part of his everyday life. This shouldn’t be happening but it was, it was happening. “I’m gonna f-find whoever did this and rip their damn throat out, Donna,” the redhead nodded and walked her boyfriend back to his driveway. “I know how you feel Eric… Remember when Tina went missing.” Eric remembered suddenly that point place wasn’t perfect, Donna’s little sister had gone missing four years ago, but they all had put it at the back of their minds to avoid knowing what truly happened, though the body was never found they all knew Tina was never coming home, and now, neither was Laurie.

#Eric Forman #Laurie Forman #Red Forman #Kitty forman #Bob Pinciotti #Midge Pinciotti #Donna Pinciotti #Tina Pinciotti #Jackie Burkhart #Michael Kelso #Steven Hyde #Fez #That 70s show #that 70s slasher #Chapter two #The disappearance of Laurie Forman.

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After 40 years I finally tracked down my useless brother

For most of my existence, and I’m 50 now, one piece of statistics approximately my brother had blocked all others. “dead” have become the barrier; a restraining wall.

Nicky’s deadness became his defining characteristic, even though he have to have had others: he changed into 9 when he drowned. I was eleven, his closest brother through age, but to contain the grief I had dismissed his individual as provisional. He became a baby. Now he became useless. Nothing more to look here.

In death, Nicky thinned and dwindled. He became timid, prone, too vulnerable to preserve his preserve on life. loss of life saved his mouth close, a meek and unassuming boy barely worthy of the word. As a circle of relatives, we didn’t speak about him and waited for silence and time to wear him away.

It becomes any other loss of life that delivered him again. whilst my dad died, all of sudden I had to get admission to a few steel filing shelves inside the alcove in the nook of his have a look at (formerly hidden behind a roll-down display, also locked).

My first instinct, or hope, become that surprising keys might open up a hidden internal life. I’d seek thru my dad’s files and find a secret shrine to Nicky, evidence of emotional craving concealed for decades some of the correspondence and credit card statements. No such tortured soul emerged. What I did discover, in the bottom drawer of the furthermost cupboard, became an inexperienced plastic bag.

Nicky’s documentary relics, which includes they have been, comprised a package of faculty reviews and a vinyl-blanketed ring-binder of commiseration letters. There was additionally a certified copy of an entry of demise, signed via the Cornwall registrar. I positioned the dying certificate aside, to glean what I ought to from the paperwork left in the back of.

Before everything, the letters of condolence weren’t plenty assist. The boy they described felt as not likely as my useless, passive version of nine-yr-old Nicky. The letters reached for the opposite intense, summoning a high-quality powered small boy with “special gifts … so earnest and enquiring”. Nicky turned into “a vivid, handsome boy with a lovable experience of humor”. Apparently, “everything Nicky did he did nicely, be it a game, paintings, his track, or just kindness and exact manners”.

Perhaps he changed into and Maybe he wasn’t, but, slowly, choosing through the bones of praise, a surprising emotion began to make itself felt: resentment. I resented my dead little brother, however no longer because he became “brilliant”, “proficient”, “extremely kind” and “a brilliant conversationalist” (a 9-year-old boy!). no longer even due to the fact he becomes dead. I realized or remembered, that at some distance side of the wall we were opponents. And now not in a great way.

The forgotten fact struck me like a revelation. I grew to become to the college reports, greedy for word of Nicholas Beard, and first of all his teachers appeared to confirm what I had examined inside the letters of sympathy. In 1974, Nicholas becomes “a promising student” who advanced right into a “pleasant and capable boy”. through 1977, he “continues to do nicely, and his future looks brilliant”, at which point I was relieved to look a sample of doubt creep in. Aged 8 and a chunk, my brother changed into “a little overconfident”, even though he did have his motives. via 1978, the year of his loss of life, he becomes first in every difficulty besides maths (wherein he came fourth). First in French, records, geography, scripture, all first. First in English, and that’s my problem, in which “he is never glad until he is pinnacle!” No marvel he had a “relatively conceited way”.

He turned into “a natural cricketer, above common”. I’d blocked that out. My little bro Nicholas had been a brainbox with an expertise for the game. All and sundry who had shared his early life, as I did, should on mirrored image have remembered that this was so, simplest I’d by no means took the time to reflect. Nicky turned into “active and properly coordinated, and continually offers one hundred% effort”.

I used to be after him now, and I too may want to installed a hundred% attempt. I went attempting to find greater evidence, for random images in forgotten corners of attics. Whenever I discovered him, my first response changed into often condescension. Nicky turned into marooned inside the 70s. He wore brown sandals and a nylon petrol-blue polo neck. His garments have been a unique catastrophe at own family activities, including a crimson and blue striped waistcoat, or a crimson-checked blouse with a simple blue tie. I had the identical outfit, however, I grew out of it.

Regularly, I collected a Nicky image series. All his existence changed into right here: he crawled, sat, splashed inside the tub, toddled about with a cushion on his head. His tricycle, his seventh birthday, Stonehenge, the paddling pool out the again on a summer time’s day, complete diving under in 10 inches of plastic Barrier Reef. He just turned into. He lived.

One precise photoactivated a reminiscence. 4 brothers on vacation, wearing anoraks, arranged for the digital camera on a disused metallic railway bridge. Someplace in Wales, at a wager. Nicky is pretending to unfasten a rivet on a girder, as though he’s difficult at paintings. Absolutely everyone is looking at the digicam besides him and me, because Nicky is getting to his rivet and I’m looking at Nicky, slyly, face to the digital camera, however, eyes sliding meanly to the right. I want to hide my spiteful sideways glance at something it’s far he’s doing, but the image doesn’t lie.

I hated Nicky’s pretending. We were a circle of relatives group posing for a picture and Everybody who saw it later need to recognize, honestly, that my more youthful brother was no longer a qualified engineer.

My nasty appearance, and the sick will at the back of it wasn’t an isolated incident. In every other image, Nicky turned into “jogging” out of the ocean, but I should see for a fact he wasn’t. He changed into status still, most effective pretending to run. He turned into “mending” his upturned bicycle, only he didn’t realize the primary aspect approximately motorcycle mechanics. He was eight. What he became absolutely doing was drawing interest to himself, making sure he became the only within the photograph. I resented his displaying off, his attention searching for, and I was hyper-alert to his plays due to the fact I favored to apply them too.

My wall of demise had offered a much less complex soreness than this fact of competition with a threatening and successful rival, who became also my more youthful brother. Hamming it up within the snapshots, Nicky had been searching in advance, imagining the print in a body on an outstanding mantelpiece. He turned into making calculations approximately the future, to further his interests. He becomes self-conscious and had thoughts of his very own.

again then, I hadn’t wanted him to catch me up. I favored him as a bit boy who belonged with other little boys, while I fancied myself almost one of the large boys. His growing up endangered my repute. Bluntly, at that degree in our lives, we didn’t like each different, after which he died. no longer long before, I’d punched him in the face, and that I recall the feel of his nostril-bone in opposition to my knuckles. I recall disputed sandwiches and broken Lego and global struggle three. He just kept coming. Fuck off, Nicky, I leave out you greater than I ever stated.

For too a few years, I’d desired to prevent his loss of life and look no similarly, due to the fact death made a simpler memory than the circle of relatives. Ultimately, albeit almost 4 decades later, the denial subsequently lost its grip. Nicky’s forcefully lived existence, however quick, refused to live repressed. He gave 100% and changed into in no way satisfied. Every person stated so, and a boy like that became constantly going to make it lower back. He took his time, and death delayed him, however finally he caught me up.

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