The bus was a sea of golden hair, 20 high school girls, 5 coaches, and 5 other chaperones. All were female, all were blonde. Their driver took the bus all the way from Washington, home of the women's soccer finals. The girls were all in their bright orange jackets with their school logo on the left side. Some slept, some stared entranced by the movie playing on the screens above their seats, others looked longingly out the window, waiting to return to their boyfriends. They had skimmed the outskirts of the insane state of New York City and now were going through the barren woods of Westchester. They saw the checkpoint, the gateway out of the madness, only an hour from their home. The traffic was stuck as it usually was in this area, but this time it was different and wrong; the cars were strewn across the highway in all directions. The driver jerked the bus onto a side road to avoid the massive oil slick or whatever had caused the chaos and the bus moved forward up the exit ramp and across into the forest.

"Oh God, this road leads into the woods! Driver, bring us back to the highway!" yelled one of the coaches.

The girls giggled. "Isn't that an amusement park in the distance?"

"Or WAS an amusement park from the looks of it," said one of the parents, still fearing for the children's safety.

The thick brush and trees gave way to the remnants of a parking lot, the ruins of the old amusement park towering over the bus. The gates were strangely open and the women entered looking for help.

"Damn! Cell phones don't work in the DMZ, the cell towers are too far from here," said the one of the parents.

"Stay close and don't wander, girls, we'll find out how to get back shortly. Isn't that right... driver?" said the head coach, a hint of fear and anger in her voice.

The driver dove into his maps while the girls ran into the park; even the most intense brainwashing could never overcome teenage curiosity.

"I heard real dykes and faggots live in this area," said one of them.

"Ohhh scary! I heard that 9/11 made them all, like, children of the devil," said another.

"C'mon, guys! Those people only live in the city, you don't think that their kind would live here. It's too close to home. God would show them the error of their ways and lead them toward a family and children," said one in glasses.

They looked among the broken equipment, the long-since stalled roller coaster and the carnival games that hadn't been played in decades. They snooped around and found the old tunnel of love, strange noises coming from it.

"I thought they called it the tunnel of LOVE not the tunnel of sin!" said the one who first heard the moans.

"It's just echoes, like it was probably YOU moaning, Jessie!"

"Betcha find a sinner! If you DARE go in there!" Jessie replied.

"Betcha I find nothing but a broken-down ride and maybe some mice," her friend chuckled back at her as she ventured into the tunnel. Now the moans grew louder and mixed with giggling. Both voices sounded strangely female.

"Hello?" she said but all she could hear was more blissful moaning and panting. Then she caught a glimpse into the long-drained river, doubled over in pain, and threw up violently.

The lovers saw this, threw their long warm-up shirts on over their bodies, and investigated.

"Man, with an ass like that! PHEW! Where were you 10 minutes ago, lovely? We coulda used a little hot butterscotch on our melting sundae! Just for flavor, mind you, make things more interesting," said the dark-haired one with the New York accent.

The girl heard this and instinctively backed away, gasping, her stomach still churning and her eyes wide with fear. With her turn the color of her jacket became visible, causing the lovers to go into a deep rage. They charged at the girl, and she emitted a scream so loud her body was left shaking from spending so much oxygen.

From the outside the other girls rushed inside hearing their friend's cry, while inside the lovers only grew more intent after her scream.

"Mmmmm, c'mon, baby, don't be shy. If you scream like that when we haven't even laid a finger on you, I'd LOVE to see what you'd do while we're on top of you," the other lover said, her tight bun of hair slightly loosened from her round of lovemaking.

"Dear God, shield me from these daughters of the devil, protect me from his lust as they try to seduce me into their hellbound embrace and burn me for eternity," the girl prayed.

"P.S. I'm an idiot and have a crush on my math teacher," the New Yorker added.

"He who spite God will be instantly struck down into the deepest depth of hell!"

At the moment that the girl said this a hammer crushed her skull from behind and she fell dead at the lovers' feet. The dark one loomed over the body, eyes still locked on the evil color of the girl's jacket. She seethed and removed the jacket from the girl, using it to soak up as much blood as possible, but her intent seemed to be more to rid her vision of that maddening color.

"Didn't you see her? She was wearing that color!" the dark one said, her body still consumed with rage.

"Yes, and some people want to play with the mind before destroying the body," the New Yorker said. "Besides, she'd be out of those damned clothes soon enough. Then we'd kill her."

By now the girl's friends had caught up.

"What happened? Where's Mandy?" Jessie demanded.

"You mean the bitch who's bleeding over my new sneakers? Yeah, I think I killed her!"

The girls screamed and 2 of the group escaped the tunnel, but Jessie was run down and tackled by the New Yorker. Her hand came in contact with the lover's bare body underneath her shirt. With a scream, she pulled back her hand and waved it like it was set ablaze.

"You're naked, you filthy dyke!" Jessie exclaimed. "Oh my god no, I've touched a dyke, I'm gonna be posessed!" Jessie dropped to her knees, tears in her eyes, and folded her hands in prayer for forgiveness and to exorcise the demon that had contaminated her.

The other lover saw this and laughed mockingly. Struck by an idea, she nudged her lover. They removed their shirts and stood naked over the praying girl.

"Bow to us, you have touched us, now you are our slave," the New Yorker declared, trying to stifle her laughter.

"Jesus help me! Save my soul! I am a good girl! I love Jimmy!"

"I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that now. No one loves a dyke. Except maybe us. Now show us the goods, blondie. You're one of us now, so enjoy it. C'mon, touch me, that hand is throbbing to make you do so, you know it," said the classic beauty, posing with one hand on the bun at the back of her head and the othe reaching for Jessie.

Jessie fainted, the decending sin just too much for her brainwashed little mind to handle, so it shut down to avoid the temptation. The lovers laughed and stripped her.

"There, now she's less nauseating," the classic beauty said as she slipped her shirt back on.

The dark one still glared at the orange hues of the girl's shirt, then she read aloud the name of the team on the jacket. "Huskies"!

The utterance of this word sent all 3 into a deeper madness, worse than the sadistic madness that had already claimed them.

The lovers descended on Jessie's unconscious body and went into a passionate rage, almost as if to say "she's gonna wake up a lesbian or we'll eat her alive trying".

As the lovers swarmed on Jessie, raping her helpless self, the dark one walked calmly outside, anger still blazing on her face.

Meanwhile the other 2 girls from the tunnel of love raced across the park to find someone, anyone to help them. They found a tall woman and they thought she must be a security guard.

"Excuse me, security, there are two dykes in the tunnel of love, and they're raping our friends," said the one in the glasses while the other blonde nodded.

The tall one saw the patches and that maddening color and she nodded to earn their trust enough for them to turn their backs. She then thrust her fist firmly into the back of each of their heads, knocking both out. She dragged the bodies over to the old roller coaster, took some rope, and tied them both to the last car. She coldly slammed her hand against the start button and the ride started, taking two brainwashed to the afterlife, dangling like the signal for a new marriage.

Five more players explored the park, and found the concession stand. They looked pleased that there was a lady in red ready to serve them. They ordered blindly using the normal Channel 1 branding and the lady in red nodded and came back with their drinks. In the normal fashion the girls drank the entire contents as fast as they could, and then a strange feeling overcame them. Their minds went more blank than the actresses' and their eyes rolled up in their heads. She led them into the goofy animal costumes and helped them into the shooting gallery where they sat like dolls, their drugged bodies barely conscious.

"Step right up, ladies, check out the shooting gallery, shoot the beasts, win a prize!" the one in red barked in her best carnie voice. Five more girls saw this and stepped up to try their luck. Their handling of the shotguns left much to be desired but the lady in red steadied their hands. They took aim and the white fuzz of the costumes quickly turned red and fell to the floor. The lady in red smiled as she unzipped the costumes to reveal the girls' prizes in the form of their dead teammates. The five shooters screamed in guilt and ran over to their fallen friends.

The lady in red laughed and lowered a boom deadlier than any poison she ever administered. "You are murderers now! You must go to Hell! You were born and doomed to Hell!"

They agreed and the lady in red gave them all guns. They put the guns to their heads and pulled the triggers... and all that came out was a red flag marked "bang!"

The lady in red laughed and the madness further confused her little killers so that they thought they were dead and awaiting judgment. And so she led them into the woods and placed their halos around their necks, and let them decend into hell as fiends of the devil.

The final 6 looked for the others and found a nice old man. He helped them look and coaxed them into his home. They saw a basketball court and they screamed as they realized quickly it was that of a women's team.

"He creates demonspawn, he's the devil!" one exclaimed. They tried to run, but by now the 6 killers had reunited, dragging Jessie along with them, her aching body now garbed in navy blue. The lovers set her free and she crawled toward her teammates, screaming for help.

"Jen, Mary, Alyssa, please, they raped me, I'm scared, help me!"

They instead ran in all directions.

"Run away, she's a dyke now! The devil has seduced her! Don't let her touch you! Her touch will melt you into the devil's orgy!" one exclaimed.

Jessie turned the other way. "Marcy, Laurie, Lisa? Please! I feel sick, I think I'm passing out. Help me!"

With that Jessie falls to the floor, her strength gone from her torture. And they still ran. Climbing the bleachers, one fell to the floor and breaks her neck. One of the lovers pulled another down by the leg, intentionally letting her hand go up the girl's shorts. As she screamed, the other girls saw this and were repulsed.

She tried to climb up again and the lover let her.

"No! Don't let her up here. She's been poisoned. The dyke touched her! She has the curse! She just wants us to all fall into a lesbian heap and become the devil's slaves!" one of the girls exclaimed as their former friend still struggled to the top of the bleachers. As she reached the top she tried to reason with her friends.

"She didn't touch me in the private area! God protected me from her evil hand and she couldn't reach the... the.. nooooo!" Her pleas went unheard and she was pushed to the floor.

The leader grew impatient and the dark one set off after the remaining four girls. She could not be seen; these girls were more advanced than the average teen. She pulled one over her shoulder, but from their distortion she looked like she was floating to the ground. Indeed the blonde could not feel herself being restrained by the dark one and felt like God had guided her down and she was floating safely to the ground, protected from the devil.

The others saw this and jumped to the ground. The silent executioner placed their heads in bags to remove any final traces of life.

Meanwhile the last survivors were Jessie and the blonde who was lowered by the dark one.

She saw Jessie and she beat her, still thinking that she was under the spell of the devil. She ignored Jessie's screams and beat her until the screams stopped.

She then tried to run away but her legs grew heavier and heavier. She grabbed her heart and her awareness faded to black. A single dart in her leg brought her to the same afterlife as the rest of her friends.

"Kinda anticlimactic, isn't it?" the New Yorker said with what sounded like a disappointed whine.

"We aren't done yet," the leader reminded them. The five women exchanged glances, and slowly, they grinned.

By this time the parents were searching the park for their team but couldn't find them or any bodies, since they had since been collected. After an intense search, some blood found but no evidence otherwise, they returned to the bus, only to find the girls sitting peacefully and staring at them with empty eyes. They screamed and cried but their cries were stifled after a few minutes as they become lost in the fog. As the poison gas sealed them into the same wheeled casket as the kids, the familar refrain rang around them as the last words they heard. The next morning the bus was found with its dead passengers on the other side of the border, towed there by a backroad only the wolves knew. And a manhunt began that united the insane of the city with Britney's fools.

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