I got to go to Nevada for the summer, more to allow my parents to have the summer to themselves, sort of a summer to rekindle their romance. They had a melt down, nearly got divorced, both thought the other was cheating. Nasty things got said, then I blew up at both of them, telling them to both go to hell and die, that I was done with them both. When I walked out, it taking a week for them to find me, since I wasn’t going to school, they finally started talking, rather than fighting. I had went two blocks away, to my cousins house, where she had just left with her family for California.

They were planning on selling if they liked it out there, and my parents had been asked to keep an eye on the place. I had been sleeping in the attic, since it was the type that you needed to pop up the panel and climb in, no steps, no pull down ladder. I had pulled four of the boards, that had been laid out for walking across the joists, together behind the chimney, out of sight of the access panel.

They did search the house, along with the police, but I wasn’t found, until I got an email by them. They had talked everything out, they admitted they had problems, admitted their fighting was tearing the family apart, so that they needed time to work things out. They told me that they had arranged for me to go to Nevada, where my cousin was, to live with her while she was on an acting job, or her family, for the summer.

The police about pissed themselves, when I dropped out of the attic behind them, where they had set up to try to catch whoever might have grabbed me, having been convinced I had been abducted. I almost got arrested, until they realized that I did have a right to be there, but they didn’t, since they had not asked permission to use the house. My raising hell in the house, resulted in the sheriff’s department showing up, turning everything into a ‘he said, she said’ shit show.

The house was outside of city limits, so the police were guilty of breaking and entering, while I represented the family trusted to care for the house, so I had the right to request the police to be arrested, as armed intruders. As the two departments were arguing with each other, I left out the back door, heading home.

I was carrying my sleeping bag, along with my duffel bag of dirty clothing, while going home. When I walked in the house, having to unlock the back door, I heard noises from my parents bedroom I had not heard in a long time. I started my laundry, then headed to my bedroom where I used my shower. I then got dressed in clean clothing, heading out the kitchen to start dinner. My parents showed up, smelling the coffee, and the kielbasa that I was grilling in the cast iron pan.

I told them right away, about the police and sheriff’s department arguing about everything in the house, admitting that was where I had been. My parents laughed and said they wished they had been there. They called everyone necessary to keep the police from being arrested, but they were good with them being charged with breaking the door locks on the back door to get into the house.

We spent the evening talking about what had happened, with how that they needed time, time off of work, time with just the two of them, to allow them to focus on their relationship. So with my cousin supposed to be acting in a movie about a psycho killer, hunting a bunch of girls on a school bus that broke down, on the way back from a state championship game, out in the middle of the desert, the film was being shot in Nevada. They got permission for me to go stay with her, while her parents were settling in to their new home in southern California, where me and my cousin would go after the film.

I laughed, since I had helped her with her lines, as much as I could, being the silent psychopath that was hunting her. I found myself shipped off the next day. I flew into Vegas, where I was lost. My cousin being busy on set, her parents had went to their new house, my parents had turned off all phones, and here I sat.

So I did the only thing I could think of, I hit an auto pawn, buying an old motorcycle, a stripped down older six fifty, with taller shocks and knobby tires for off road use. I didn’t even have any issues when I paid for title and license, paying one of the online insurance companies. My parents were well off, being trust fund babies, I also had a trust, thanks to my grandmother, so vehicles were a given, to buy, maintain, and insure. I had a motorcycle endorsement, from my drivers education course I took at the end of school, just before summer.

I bought leathers, tied down my duffel bag on the back, and took off for the movie location. My helmet looked like the military ballistic ones, and I had a hard plastic skull face mask, with a black bandanna over the mouth slot. The skull was an off white, with black wire mesh over the eyes, with gaps between the teeth for air flow. I spotted some cheap stickers in a gum ball machine that I laughed about, spending a few bucks worth of change to get the one I wanted. I ended up with five red tear drops below the left eye, with a black cross between the eyes just above the nose. One of the stickers I got were one of the clear bullet hole type that I stuck three on the helmet, making it look abused. It wasn’t much, but it made the skull look custom, with my using glue to secure extra foam around the face, to seal out dust better.

I camped out on the way, sleeping on the bike using my duffel bag of clothing as a pillow on the handle bars. I got a message from my cousin, asking me to call once I got it, her being somewhat upset with not knowing where I was. I got breakfast at a gas station then told me cousin where I was, getting an immediate response with directions to the camp that was a few hours away. With the heat of the day I had opened my leather jacket, my white t-shirt being soaked with sweat, as I idled into the trailer camp.

Someone freaked out about my look, because as soon as my cousin was greeting me, five adult women, with three teenage women, were all asking me if I could act. My cousin started laughing, held up her hand to pause their questions, then started her line where her character had been caught by the psycho in the open, his riding up on a motorcycle, after she had tripped spraining her ankle.

I got off my bike, tossing my jacket on the bike, my t-shirt clinging to my body showing my muscles, since I was a health nut. I walked around my cousin as she begged and pleaded with me, reaching down and grabbing the back of her neck as she got up, I pulled her tight against my body, with my back to the adult women, as I unbuckled my helmet, pulling off the mask and bandanna. I then bit into my cousins neck, as I lifted her up by her thighs carrying her to my bike.

“Fuck me, I think I came just watching him do the scene, and that isn’t even the sexiest scene in the movie.” The star of the movie was a teen heart throb who was seventeen, and looked like a twenty year old playboy model.

“Why are you looking at him, why is he on the set? I am the only guy supposed to be here! I am going to call my agent! Just you wait!” I had set my cousin down when we were at my bike, and turned around with a smirk, since she was laughing at the leading actress’s comment.

I seen a guy who actually stomped his foot, and was walking up to me, waving his phone at me, I could see all the women shaking their heads. But then the guy made a mistake by punching me, as hard as he could, telegraphing his punch like a three year old would. The crack was very audible, as something in his wrist broke when he hit my stomach, since I had tensed up, and then his eyes got big when I grabbed his shirt, picking him up off of his feet, with one hand.

“I wonder if there is a ‘make my day’ law, or a ‘stand your ground’ law in Nevada, allowing me to kill you for attacking me. I could always do it, then claim that I thought there was a law like that. Or I could put you down and give you a head start, before I get on my bike to chase you down, like the psychopath that is supposed to be killing girls in the movie. You can run like a rabbit can’t you?” I had lifted him higher and higher as I spoke so when I finished he was over two foot off the ground when I let go of him.

He fell back on his ass, and when he turned to run, everyone in the entire camp was watching, seeing how his white pants showed a yellow streak in front, with a brown smear in the back, as he ran to his trailer, slamming the door behind him. I just shook my head, stripping off my t-shirt as I rummaged through my duffel, pulling out a clean t-shirt to use as a towel.

“Is that the kind of prima donna twinkies you have to put up with? I feel sorry for you kin girl.” I got the impression that everyone thought my comment was hilarious, by the way everyone was snickering or laughing loudly.

“Sir, are you an actor?” The woman asking looked to be thirty years old, and to my eye the oldest woman on the set, and from what I could see, the oldest person on set, since everyone but the twinkie and me were female.

“Well, I consider myself a professional actor, since I act confident and mature when on dates with ladies, most even compliment me on putting on a good show. You are in luck since I am a member of the screen actors guild.” My cousin slapped my shoulder, not moving me an inch, though she was grinning and had not intended to hurt me.

“I am sixteen, I went to the extra photo shoot my cousin here did, four months ago, where both of us done a bunch of crowd work for the movie in Manhattan. The membership was set to be for one year unless renewed, so you have eight months before anything has to be done, if you want me for an extra or something.” The woman was grinning, my cousin was shaking her head while still grinning, and the lead actress had an excited expression.

“Congratulations, you just took over the lead roll of the psychopath. Twinkie was too short, you are almost a foot taller, he didn’t have muscles, and you look like a chiseled sex god. He kept trying to put his own flare into the character, you played a scene exactly as it was supposed to be. If he doesn’t quit, we will fire him for failure to perform. Your contract will not get you as much money, but unlike him, who wanted to do everything with his face showing, you appear comfortable being masked. We might even use your mask, with your permission, since it looks better than the one we came up with that was a clown, but didn’t give us the feeling your mask and helmet did.” The woman was almost vibrating with excitement, so I made her day.

“Depending on what happens with twinkie, I am good with pay matching my cousin, throw any extra into points after the release, that way more can be sunk into post production, without blowing the budget. I know you can’t give me a lot of points, but two or three shouldn’t break the bank. Just make it conditional on film completion, and give me the points after budget recovery.” I think the woman was about to rape me, with how excited she was with me, even my cousin seemed excited.

Everyone took off to different spots, as my cousin took me to her trailer. She told me that I would get my own trailer if twinkie was fired, but until then I had her couch. It was explained to me that if they fired twinkie, with his fee being based on performance, the film would get over half their budget back. Additionally, he had a penalty clause, meaning if he was terminated for cause, he owed the film company his entire upfront fee, in addition to a penalty that was fifty percent of the upfront fee. Evidently that would give the film back three million, getting an additional one and a half in penalty, that that could take a while.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and the woman I discovered was the producer, the other four were the director, the writer who had adapted her story to be a film script, and the other two I never was told what they did specifically, but all of them tended to be together. I had an altered contract, based on my cousins contract fees but twinkies roll, with names altered, description of the part, and the points after the film release and payoff having been put in. I told the women that my agent needed to review it, and that she was the one who had legal authority over me, so she had to sign it.

The five looked confused until I handed my cousin the contract. She was nineteen, legally my guardian while I was visiting with her, and had a degree in entertainment law. Her having done online courses, while in high school, since she didn’t think the chances were good, that she would make it as an actress. Her not being successful would not be because of talent, just because of how much competition there was. I could see the five women relax when my cousin snatched the contract, getting grins as she cackled with an evil laugh. She was a worse prankster than anyone else I had ever met, but we got along, since I tended to help her pull off pranks.

“What is this clause seventeen b, about only being allowed to wear a speedo when not in costume and acting his part?” I wasn’t sure she was serious or not, until I noticed the five women blushing, but my cousin couldn’t hold in the laughter.

“As long as we get plenty of sun tan lotion to put on him, I think he is just arrogant enough to go with it. But this clause, seventeen f is a no go in my opinion, and I would guess his opinion. Not to mention that unlike twinkie, Harley is actually just sixteen, so there are federal and state guidelines about sexual situations and activities, involving him. No cock cage for him while he is here.” I looked at my cousin, then back at the women, if anything their blush was even worse, with not one of them willing to meet my eyes.

“We figured it was as much for his protection, as for ours.” I could see that being the only man, on a film site with only women, they could be worried about my being taken advantage of.

“On that note, Bianca here might be the only one you would think I might object to, but I could be persuaded by pretty much any of you, and never worry about pregnancy, for one reason. Three days after turning sixteen, I went to Planned Parenthood. Where I lived is like Nevada, a state with sixteen as the age of consent. I convinced the lady doctor, that I consented for her to operate on me, to remove any chance of getting a woman pregnant, by getting a vasectomy. I am effectively sterile, but by no means impotent. Unlike most teens who would be saying line them up, then trying to fuck every one of the women here, until he dropped. I want to get to know anyone I sleep with, before I dive in face first and get her ready for loving.” Bianca punched me lightly in the arm, but had a smile on her face.

The rest of the contract was discussed with no issue, the section about a cock cage was struck, initialed by everyone, and then everyone signed the contract including me. I was going to be the bad guy actor.

I was given two scripts, A and B, and was told B was only an option if all the actresses agreed to switching scrips. The director stating that twinkie had never been considered for getting a chance at B, so he didn’t even know it could have been an option. I spent the rest of the day, wandering around the set, only wearing my sandals and speedo, as I read script A, then script B. I was popular with the women, every single one of them offering to help me put my sun tan lotion back on. I had picked up a half gallon bottle of SPF 50, so I didn’t burn while out in the desert, but the way the women kept putting more on me, then rubbing it in, I might need to get a few extra bottles.

After the first read through, that I was later told was unheard of, because I had a reading rate that was near to photographic memory, only taking a few seconds per page to read and absorb what was written. I went to the woman who I now knew the pen name of, who was one of the five, asking her for some private time, getting a lot of catcalls. She seen the scrips though, so she understood I had a question or two.

Once in her trailer, after her taking a few minutes to visually take me in, and mentally have her way with me I think, I got to the point.

“In script A you have the psychopath killing the women, but nothing is ever seen, it is all implied, then in script B the psychopath rapes the women, again all implied. At the end of both scrips he gets caught by a female cop, that shoots him from a distance, implying he might or might not survive.” She nodded her head, acknowledging what I was saying, waiting for me to get to what I wanted to talk about.

“Why not do both, the psychopath making all the other girls think he killed each girl he takes, all implied, then as we get near the end of the movie have a second view montage, where it shows him cutting across the girls forehead or upper chest, to show the blood on the knife dripping, after he knocks the girl out, then he carries her body off, as seen in the earlier scenes, but then cut to an old mine shaft that has been altered to be a cage, where he rapes the girl, before putting her in the cage. Then to avoid the classic girl killer movie tag, have the last girl’s scene run full with her getting caught, knocked out, then raped, but she will fake being knocked out. Then once he is done having his way with her, have her knock him out. Then cut to a scene where he is tied down, where the girls all have their way with him, again and again, until they walk away, taking the part to the bus to fix it, leaving him chained up, naked, unmasked for the lady cop to find, as the scene fades out you see her naked, riding him for all she is worth. A gun shot in the blackout, then end credits. After the credits, add a scene where someone with a deep hooded sweatshirt, wearing his leather jacket, watches a funeral, but is it the female cop or him that is buried, the person gets on his motorcycle and rides off. That leaves it open to the cop turning psychopath, him living, was it her buried, him, someone from his past that found him and died, was it one of the girls from the school bus, all the questions, questions that can only be answered in a second movie. That is if you want to adjust things and make a second movie.” I could see her staring at me with a hard expression.

“Just a thought. I figured you know what you want, and are willing to do.” I got up and walked out, feeling like she was furious that I would suggest a change to the movie.

I had gotten my own trailer, not even an hour after showing up, after getting the contract signed, twinkie having his lady driver take him away, like wanna be royalty. So I went in, changed into my riding leathers, grabbed my mask, bandanna, and helmet, as I headed out to my motorcycle. I got a few odd looks as I took off, heading to the gas station a few miles away.

I bought a jerrycan for gas, another for water, then after thinking about it, another one for gas. I then bought two bags of ice, filling the water can before adding water. The gas cans I filled up to the line, leaving them cracked open as I finished shopping. Grabbing luck of a sub, from the deli restaurant attached to the gas station, a few bags of jerky, and a bag of hard candy. I ate the sub, getting another to go, once I finished, tucking everything but the sub in my jacket pockets. I put that with my cell phone, in the bag I hung off the water and ice can.

I had also picked up a map of local off road trails, heading off across the road on a trail. I was soon a few miles away, enjoying the scenery as I rode at a casual pace, to keep the dust down. That was why I noticed a line of vehicles going to the gas station, at the end of the dirt road, that went back to the private ranch, where the film was being shot on. When they pulled up to the gas station, as the dust blew off, allowing better vision, I could see four vehicles, two cars, a van, and a pickup truck. So they were not leaving and hauling off the trailers. The truck was likely for fuel, for the giant generator that was running the camp, while the van was likely hauling people out to go eat, or empty to haul back groceries.

I noticed what looked like all the women piling out of the vehicles, so it looked like a meal run. Once they went into the gas station, I started up and continued down the trail I was on, since it was marked foot, bike, horse, and motorcycle. I really couldn’t blast up the trail, not that I wanted to. Not to mention I didn’t know the trail, so I could hurt myself or someone else, on a blind corner or hill.

I dug out my camera from it’s case, once I was about ten miles in, since I had found a spot by following a marked trail that looked almost unused. The spot was exactly what I had described, it was an abandon mine, rusted buildings, tailing piles, three entrances to the mine. I took a lot of pictures, after parking the motorcycle in the back of one of the tunnels, that only went in twenty five foot and stopped. It was cool, shaded, and didn’t have a warning sign on it.

The fun part was, that it had a cage door that was unlocked, allowing the back twenty foot to be closed off. If cameras were placed properly, it would look like it was deeper, or you could make it obvious where it was. Since from this height on the side of the ridge, you could see down the valley all the way to the gas station, seeing vehicles moving back and forth. While you could see them, it was impossible to get their attention, if you were in the cage. No sun light got in that deep that I could see, while the rest of the buildings and mine shafts couldn’t see any part of the road, with how the two hillsides left only a limited angle of view.

I spent the rest of the afternoon taking pictures, showing everything. It was not dark, but I could tell that I had about two hours to get back to the gas station before it was dark. I pulled my motorcycle out, topping off the gas tank, happy to see that the ice water between the to gas cans, easily kept the gas from overheating. I pulled my sub out, enjoying the view as the sun was dropping below the mountain ridge. I noticed that my phone had a few messages that I had not noticed before heading out here.

Two voice messages, with the two missed calls from Bianca, I would guess the messages were hers. Sixty seven text messages though, fucking hell, only one was from Bianca. I walked out and sat down on the side of the ridge where the spoil pile dropped down from the tunnel entrance. My phone started dinging, announcing that I was getting messages, and that was when I noticed that my social media had blew up. I was also getting email, and I got a lot more text messages.

The first two voice mail messages were Bianca, the first making sure I was okay, the second telling me that Siobhan had talked to her and the others, never having realized that the script would be seen as just another tit and ass horror thriller flick, where girls were stripped down and used by a guy then thrown away, by most people. She thought about what I had suggested after I left, and really liked it, so did the producer, while talking about it over lunch, all the women wanted the changes suggested. The movie was going to move from horror thriller, to thriller drama with flashback cut scenes of the girls in school, taunting my character, since I was a geek, so this was my version of revenge. Everything already shot with twinkie was going to be tossed anyway, so they figured changing everything up would be good.

The majority of the first text messages were from the women, asking me to come back, so they could make the awesome movie that I suggested. The rest of the messages were from people I knew back home, freaking out about Bianca announcing that I was now the male lead in the movie. I texted Bianca that I was good, I had just wanted to go exploring, since I had been told nothing could be done until tomorrow anyway. I then uploaded the pictures from my camera to my phone, sending her a few of them with the short video I shot on my phone panning around in a circle right in front of the tunnel with the cage, and view of the gas station.