Dead Summer
Chapter 1
"Mary come on! Hurry," Tim said.
Mary burst through the cabin doorway leaping down the stairs and running after Tim. A flickering light from the post on the docks shone. Mary heard someone screaming from back in the cabin and saw Renee falling down the stairs.
"Mary wait, please," she yelled.
Mary looked at the doorway and saw the hulking silhouette of the man who had killed their friends. Renee got to her feet and jogged, limping, towards Mary. The two ran side by side through the trees and out onto the dock. The wood panels creaked below their barefeet. The dilapidated wood posts didn't look like it would hold.
"Come on, quick! I've got it started," Tim yelled.
At the end of the pier was a small motor boat that they had brought to come to the camp. It was still tied to a wood post. Mary ran faster leaving Renee behind. Suddenly a board snapped from below Mary, and she fell into the water. Renee jumped over the hole and turned back.
Mary's hands shot up from the icy black water. Her face came up screaming. Renee reached for her and Mary grabbed her hand. Renee pulled her torso out of the water but Mary screamed in anguish as a jagged piece of the wood tore through her stomach.
"No, please no," Mary cried.
"Mary," Renee yelled.
Renee pulled one more time but the shard of wood ripped further down, into her pelvis. Her white jump suit was stained with the deep crimson blood. A cry rang out from the other end of the docks and Renee looked past Mary and saw the figure lumbering down the dock.
"Go Renee, go without me," she cried.
"Mary no, I'll break it," Renee answered.
Renee's hand reached towards the piece of wood and she tugged with all her might, snapping the piece of wood and removing it from Mary with every ounce of intensity and might in her body. Mary cried as Renee pulled her up onto the docks.
"Can you walk," Renee asked getting to her feet.
Mary struggled to her feet. The cry came again and Mary screamed. Renee grabbed her, and with her hand around her shoulder walked her down the dock. She could hear the impending footsteps coming up to the hole where Mary had fallen. Renee kept up pace as she heard the wood creaking from below them.
"Hurry! He's coming," Tim yelled.
Mary pushed herself away from Renee and sprawled herself on the ground.
"Mary," Renee cried stopping.
"Leave me, please. I'm dead weight. Run, hurry please run and get help," Mary yelled.
"Mary no," Renee pleaded.
"Leave her," Tim yelled.
"Mary! No," Renee sobbed.
"Renee, you have to survive this. You have to! Please, for me Renee, your best friend," Mary yelled.
Renee looked at her friend, whose black hair was damp around her face. Her eyes that were once so full of hope were filled with fear. She had accepted the reality of the situation and she knew that she would have to leave in order for the rest of them to survive. She sprawled herself out and holding herself up with one bloody arm looked at Renee.
"Please, Renee. Please," she asked.
Renee grabbed Mary's hand and squeezed it and then turned and ran down the dock. Her blonde hair fluttered behind her and her white shirt caught the wind. Her black denim jeans nearly caught on the edge of the dock as she dove into the boat, landing hard against the metal sides.
"You ready," Tim asked.
Renee felt something poking her. She pulled out the flare gun.
"No, not yet Tim," Renee answered.
She got to her feet and held the gun with both of her hands. She took aim just past Mary where the shadow of fate stood over her. Clutching a long knife in one hand it raised it above Mary's head.
"Die," Renee yelled.
She pulled the trigger, but the recoil was too much. She flew over the edge of the boat and into the black water. The flare spiraled through the air towards them, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in it's wake. In an instant an explosion of light came from the dock, and Mary's scream came shortly after. Tim paid no attention to it, he reached over the edge of the boat and searched frantically for Renee. She emerged from the depths.
"Is he dead," she asked.
"I don't know. Hurry up here," Tim yelled.
Renee grabbed his hands as he pulled her onboard. They looked back down the dock, where a cloud of smoke circled. The lightposts on the boat had went out with the shock from the flare.
"He killed them all," Renee said.
Tim turned towards the boat's engine and pulled the handle. The motor sputtered a few times, and it was then that Renee saw the shadow.
"No! No! You're dead," she screamed.
The shadow emerged from the smoke. Renee watched in horror as she realized that it wasn't just the killer. Something was dangling in front of him. As the smoke cleared, the lights flickered to life and a few quick glimpses of Mary, impaled through the chest on a knife flashed at Renee. Mary's body had been so full of life before, now her black hair covered her face. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth and down onto her jumpsuit. The blade gleamed an eerie metallic cadmium as it slid back out from Mary leaving her sprawled on the deck.
A gurgle came from the corpses mouth.
"Renee.," Mary said.
"No! Mary! No," Renee cried in anquish.
The shrouded murderer slammed his foot into her back and with a sickening wet snap the last bit of life left her body.
"No! Mary! Mary," Renee cried.
The engine came to life and the boat pulled away from the dock. The rope tightened around the post and ripped the edge of the dock off, and the killer fell into the water along with the other shards of wood. Renee watched, and as the wood floated to the surface she saw no sign of Mary or the person who killed her.
Chapter 1
"Mary come on! Hurry," Tim said.
Mary burst through the cabin doorway leaping down the stairs and running after Tim. A flickering light from the post on the docks shone. Mary heard someone screaming from back in the cabin and saw Renee falling down the stairs.
"Mary wait, please," she yelled.
Mary looked at the doorway and saw the hulking silhouette of the man who had killed their friends. Renee got to her feet and jogged, limping, towards Mary. The two ran side by side through the trees and out onto the dock. The wood panels creaked below their barefeet. The dilapidated wood posts didn't look like it would hold.
"Come on, quick! I've got it started," Tim yelled.
At the end of the pier was a small motor boat that they had brought to come to the camp. It was still tied to a wood post. Mary ran faster leaving Renee behind. Suddenly a board snapped from below Mary, and she fell into the water. Renee jumped over the hole and turned back.
Mary's hands shot up from the icy black water. Her face came up screaming. Renee reached for her and Mary grabbed her hand. Renee pulled her torso out of the water but Mary screamed in anguish as a jagged piece of the wood tore through her stomach.
"No, please no," Mary cried.
"Mary," Renee yelled.
Renee pulled one more time but the shard of wood ripped further down, into her pelvis. Her white jump suit was stained with the deep crimson blood. A cry rang out from the other end of the docks and Renee looked past Mary and saw the figure lumbering down the dock.
"Go Renee, go without me," she cried.
"Mary no, I'll break it," Renee answered.
Renee's hand reached towards the piece of wood and she tugged with all her might, snapping the piece of wood and removing it from Mary with every ounce of intensity and might in her body. Mary cried as Renee pulled her up onto the docks.
"Can you walk," Renee asked getting to her feet.
Mary struggled to her feet. The cry came again and Mary screamed. Renee grabbed her, and with her hand around her shoulder walked her down the dock. She could hear the impending footsteps coming up to the hole where Mary had fallen. Renee kept up pace as she heard the wood creaking from below them.
"Hurry! He's coming," Tim yelled.
Mary pushed herself away from Renee and sprawled herself on the ground.
"Mary," Renee cried stopping.
"Leave me, please. I'm dead weight. Run, hurry please run and get help," Mary yelled.
"Mary no," Renee pleaded.
"Leave her," Tim yelled.
"Mary! No," Renee sobbed.
"Renee, you have to survive this. You have to! Please, for me Renee, your best friend," Mary yelled.
Renee looked at her friend, whose black hair was damp around her face. Her eyes that were once so full of hope were filled with fear. She had accepted the reality of the situation and she knew that she would have to leave in order for the rest of them to survive. She sprawled herself out and holding herself up with one bloody arm looked at Renee.
"Please, Renee. Please," she asked.
Renee grabbed Mary's hand and squeezed it and then turned and ran down the dock. Her blonde hair fluttered behind her and her white shirt caught the wind. Her black denim jeans nearly caught on the edge of the dock as she dove into the boat, landing hard against the metal sides.
"You ready," Tim asked.
Renee felt something poking her. She pulled out the flare gun.
"No, not yet Tim," Renee answered.
She got to her feet and held the gun with both of her hands. She took aim just past Mary where the shadow of fate stood over her. Clutching a long knife in one hand it raised it above Mary's head.
"Die," Renee yelled.
She pulled the trigger, but the recoil was too much. She flew over the edge of the boat and into the black water. The flare spiraled through the air towards them, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks in it's wake. In an instant an explosion of light came from the dock, and Mary's scream came shortly after. Tim paid no attention to it, he reached over the edge of the boat and searched frantically for Renee. She emerged from the depths.
"Is he dead," she asked.
"I don't know. Hurry up here," Tim yelled.
Renee grabbed his hands as he pulled her onboard. They looked back down the dock, where a cloud of smoke circled. The lightposts on the boat had went out with the shock from the flare.
"He killed them all," Renee said.
Tim turned towards the boat's engine and pulled the handle. The motor sputtered a few times, and it was then that Renee saw the shadow.
"No! No! You're dead," she screamed.
The shadow emerged from the smoke. Renee watched in horror as she realized that it wasn't just the killer. Something was dangling in front of him. As the smoke cleared, the lights flickered to life and a few quick glimpses of Mary, impaled through the chest on a knife flashed at Renee. Mary's body had been so full of life before, now her black hair covered her face. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth and down onto her jumpsuit. The blade gleamed an eerie metallic cadmium as it slid back out from Mary leaving her sprawled on the deck.
A gurgle came from the corpses mouth.
"Renee.," Mary said.
"No! Mary! No," Renee cried in anquish.
The shrouded murderer slammed his foot into her back and with a sickening wet snap the last bit of life left her body.
"No! Mary! Mary," Renee cried.
The engine came to life and the boat pulled away from the dock. The rope tightened around the post and ripped the edge of the dock off, and the killer fell into the water along with the other shards of wood. Renee watched, and as the wood floated to the surface she saw no sign of Mary or the person who killed her.
