Helter Skelter

This is based of the Charles Manson killings, the murder of Sharon Tate and 4 others in her home in Hollywood in 1969. I did change the story a bit so this is not exactly what happened. (keep that in mind)

There are screams, begging.
"Im 8 months pregnant! Please! Please!"
It's not to windy but somehow it maneges to sting my body. My hands; blood stained, blood of innocent people.
We were told by him to spill as much blood as we could, not caring whose it was. He had a message to send; a prophesy. He believed there was to be a war and that we needed to prepare ourselves. We were a family now.
I was to listen for noises and signal if someone was coming. All i could hear was screaming, i could here Emily telling them to get to the ground.
"You are all gonna die."
Someone asked "What are you doing here?"
He spoke. "I am the Devil and i am here to do the Devils work."
The way Jon spoke was so cold, so heartless.
A girl in a white night gown runs out of the house screaming, Emily after her. She throws her to the ground and stabbs her 15 times. Emily stands up, smiles at me and walks back into the house. I had to do something about this, i didnt know why i was here in the first place. To please him? Our leader? I walk into the house ready to do whatever i could to stop them.
I had thought he was exactly what i needed in my life until this night. The hate in his eyes had been so powerful so unrecognizable, I didnt know Derrick anymore.
Derrick was our leader, our saviour. It was as Jesus had finally come down and chosen us as his family, we weren't lost anymore we had a place. A family, that so many of us had been searching for. We listened to him preach of a war between races; Helter Skelter. The blacks were going to turn on the whites and take over, i mean it was their turn wasn't it?
When Derrick played guitar we would all gather around the fire doing any drug we could get our hand on and listen as he sang, when he strummed it was godly when he sang there were no words to explain how beautiful it was. He made everyone feel welcome he made you feel wanted. Preaching free love and peace. Showing us how beautiful the world can be without society telling us what to do. We were free. . .
At least that's what we thought.


Will she be able to stop them?
Will she be able to save herself for this "Leader"?
How will she stop this massacre?