Author's Note: Before you're all confused, this story is an AU. Not much else can be said without ruining it, so without any further adieu, enjoy! :)
The glass was stained with blood, the air thick with heavy breaths and labored gasps. The harsh winter chill had frozen the outside world, leaving the warm cabin retreat to flop and flounder in its still wake. The air within the wooden walls' confines was humid, heavy with the predator's presence. The once happy, loving home had only been filled with sorrow this winter, the death toll peaking quickly and swiftly. What was once a group of four life-long friends spending the season away from humanity, surrounded by the snow-covered forests and animals as if they were in some sort of mystical fairy tale, had since turned to panic, terror, a real-life horror movie. It all began when they all heard a loud bang that sounded strangely similar to the back door of their home shutting rather quickly. Fearful glances were shared before one of the taller, stronger women approached the back portion of the cozy cabin. First, only suspenseful silence was heard. The remaining friends, two men and a tiny, pale female, watched each other's gazes closely, as if perhaps if they held on to each other's eyes, all would be well and their friend would return unharmed. "The wind probably blew it open." one man suggested, though none believed the half-hearted hope. Then, they heard it; one loud, terrifying screech echoed against the logged walls, followed by another, and another, and another...the two men rushed up and out of their seats, scurrying off as swiftly as possible to go rescue their friend. The remaining friend, the same pale, petite female who had suggested this vacation to begin with, stayed idle and frozen in her position on the sofa. More screams followed, this time with three different voices echoing against her ears. All three, she recognized clearly; her friends. Kaitlyn, Daniel, Trent...all three had screams and shouts represented in the muffled mush of terror that seemed to be playing on repeat through the isolated cabin. Eventually, the shouts ceased, the silence thickening with each and every passing second as the little girl sat and waited for her impending demise. She watched the doorway that led to the back of the house, waited impatiently for someone, anyone, to appear and stand before her. Soon enough, someone did appear in the doorway; a bigger, taller man who, had she not been expecting him to murder her, she would probably think to insult or joke about. He was drenched in blood, though the sight didn't frighten the brave girl. Considering all of the horror movies and video games she had gone through over her years, she was seemingly numb to all of the gore and blood that covered the strange man. He wasted little time with her, knocking her around and intimidating her until he finally had her tied to a dining chair he had found only a few moments prior. Insults and threats were spewed and shared between them, but ultimately, he left her alone, instead opting to first leave and retreat back to his original crime scene, then move to watch her closely.
That was three days ago.
The new, intruding figure, a man whose name had yet to be uttered, paced the dusty floors almost rhythmically, redundantly, as if his own inner thoughts preceded reality's happenings. The residence's sole survivor, a young girl by the name of AJ Lee, hadn't moved in days, rope and tape keeping her hands and feet bound in a rough, makeshift attempt of keeping her stationary against a dining chair. The young girl shouted, screamed and pleaded. For days and days on end, she begged. "Don't you have any compassion?! Show some god damn sympathy!" she implored, though the man only laughed in the face of her fear. There were times when she believed he was about to release her, his body and his piercing eyes moving dangerously close to hers. Dark hazel eyes met shining blue, and even if just for a split second, she felt at peace. He would be emotionless at first, simply staring at her, but when their eyes met, he would smile. It was comforting, it put her worried mind at ease. "Can you untie me now?" she would ask, her tone sweet as honey as she tried her hand at seducing him, convincing him. He would play along at first, leaning in to kiss her gently before abruptly pulling away and laughing at her upset, angered expression that followed. It was only hours later, when nightfall had fallen and the windows had darkened from the shady midnight hours, that he calmed, sitting in a chair across the room from his victim. All had gone quiet, the woman sleeping almost peacefully in her captivity. It was as if, despite the cruel circumstances and despite the deaths of her friends, she had begun to accept her dreadful fate. This put the dark criminal's mind at ease and he, too, soon was enveloped in sleep's gentle embrace.
Author's Note: This was a sort of prologue, introduction of sorts. Feedback is welcome and the more this receives, the more likely I'll be to update and continue it! :)
