((Author's note: I'm a little tentative to get into Peter and Paul's backstory, and what they do/did before their killing spree, because part of the appeal is that no one knows, and there are so many different ways it can go. But this is such a fun movie to write fanfic for, I wanted to branch out a little. I tried to keep it a little cryptic. Did it work? Yeah, no? Let me know, please!))

"It's July," Peter said quietly.

Paul glanced at him. "Yeah?"

"Uh. Yeah. I mean, school starts in a month or… or so."

Sharp and quick as lighting, something in Paul's chest tightened, squeezed. A feeling he couldn't name. Something like anger, but not. It took him several moments just to say, "What?"

"People are going to start going home soon, anyway," Peter said. "There won't be anyone here to…" He looked up, squinting into the sun, then down at the lake that was licking his shoes. He swallowed.

Anger was the closest thing Paul could come up with. Anger that was almost paralyzing. "You fucking," he spluttered stupidly. Peter flinched, but his hands stayed clasped in front of him. The perfect little gentleman.

"Are you an idiot? You think you can just go back to school after—you think you can even function—"

"Don't be mad, Jerry," Peter murmured.

This pathetic, mopey little shit was making him more furious than he'd ever been, making him lose his flawless composure. He turned on Peter, shoved one shoulder so that the other boy faced him. "You think you can do anything without me? You think your classmates won't see what a sick fuck you are, Tubby? You're nothing! You won't exist without me!"

He drew little pleasure in the shudder Tom gave, the way his shoulders jerked. "Before I met you—" Peter started.

Paul stepped closer. "There was no before me."

Peter's eyes searched his, for some kind of bluff. It took everything in Paul not to crush that stupid, innocent face on the rocks.

A hundred feet away, the back door to the house crashed open, and both boys looked back.

"Shit," Paul said. John ran across the lawn, around the side of the side of the house. "Check on Lisa." He took off after John. He didn't need to look back to know Peter was heading back into the house.

Paul's anger pumped his legs, his blood. He arced around the side of the house and slammed into John, sending them both tumbling over the front lawn. John had a size advantage on him, but he was fatigued, injured. It was Paul who came out on top, literally, straddling his victim. He grabbed the man's shirt, yanked him up and pushed him into the ground. Hissing in quick breaths, he smashed his fist into John's face.

"There are rules!" he shouted hoarsely. John gurgled weakly. "You can't just break the rules, can you? Johnny?"

John gave a small gagging sound.

"Can you?" Paul yelled, his face inches from John's bloody nose

"N-no," John choked.

"Get up." He stood, pulling John up by the shirt. He twisted the man's arms behind his back and began marching him towards the front door.

"Peter," Paul barked, ripping open the front door. Lisa was lying on the couch, unattended. Paul tightened his grip on John's wrists. "Peter!"

Peter came into the room with an icepack. "Her head isn't cracked," he said. "There's just a big bump in the back." Her ankles were taped together. Peter sat on the arm of the couch, easing the icepack under Lisa's head. She flinched away from him.

"Let him help you," Paul said. "He's a medical student."

Peter eyed him uncertainly.

"He's going to help people when this is over. He's going to save lives. He's going to be a normal guy. After this." He stuck his foot between John's legs and thrust him forward to fall onto the hardwood floor. It was Peter's fault he had lost his cool, behaved this way in front of their hosts. It was embarrassing, uncivilized. With one foot ground into John's back, he promised himself it wouldn't happen again.

"Peter, will you please hand me the duct tape?"

Peter approached him cautiously, placed the tape in his open hand.

"Thank you. We're going to play another game." Paul wound the tape around John's forearms. "I think Tom will agree with me that these are unusual circumstances. You and Lisa aren't a family, and I sincerely doubt that you love each other. These aren't our usual players, are they, Tom?" He stood up straight.

"No," Peter said.

"And if our last game proved anything, it's that you two don't know each other well. Yet we caught you. Fornicating. In front of God and everything." He hoisted John up and guided him to the couch next to Lisa. She sat up slowly, eyes on the ground.

"That's a sin. In a way, it's your punishment, me and Peter finding you."

Peter stood at Paul's side silently.

"But maybe," Paul went on, "maybe if you pray for forgiveness, God will grant you a painless death. What do you think?"

Neither player looked at him or said anything. Blood was still running down John's chin.

"Do either of you know how to pray? Are you so immoral that you haven't learned one bedtime prayer? Lisa, you never went to church?"

She nodded vaguely.

"Yes? Yes what? You're not being very clear."

"Yes, I went to church," she whispered.

"So? For your sake, and for Johnny's, I hope you learned a little something about forgiveness."

She looked him in the eye, her lips trembling. "If I say it, you won't kill us?"

"Now, I never said that. It isn't up to me, it's up to God. I will, however, award you a prize to be determined. So go ahead."

Lisa's hand slid over John's shoulder. "Our Father who art in Heaven—"

"Is that how you prayed in church?" Paul interrupted. "Touching the guy you were fucking earlier?"

Lisa sobbed, rubbing her hands over her face. She put her hands together in front of her, eyes squeezed shut against her tears. "Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name." She hiccupped. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven." Shuddering, she continued. "Give us this day, our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not—" She rocked forward, touching her forehead to her knees for a brief moment. "—not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever, Amen."

Paul clapped his gloves together. "That was very beautiful, Lisa! I think He heard that one. You've earned your prize." He turned his head to look at Peter.

"See how easy it is," Paul said, eyes boring into Peter's, "to ask for forgiveness?"