Disclaimer: None of the characters from Wrong Turn belong to me, but the other characters do.

A/N: So, here's the promised sequel to "Dance with the Devil"; I'm so happy with all the reviews that I got for the first story, so make sure to keep the reviews coming, it feeds my muse. As for the title, the "Butterfly Effect" isn't just a really great movie that just came out but also part of the Chaos Theory. It states: "Does something as insignificant as a butterfly flapping it's wings in Brazil cause a tornado in Texas?", which basically means that every action has a counter action, ever cause has an effect, you get the picture. So, enjoy, review, keep plugging for that Wrong Turn category.

Chapter One

Jessie Burlingame, who forty-eight hours ago was preparing to eat sushi with her prince charming and boyfriend, stood in the middle of the West Virginia backwoods and stared at the empty area in front of her. Well, empty aside from the collection of trees and the two corpses of people that her little sister had once known. The sun was setting in the horizon, bringing dusk to the woods once more, but she didn't really seem to notice the growing darkness, too wrapped up in her own thoughts and growing fears.

Though it seemed like only minutes ago, that morning, Jessie had seen her sister murdered right in front of her and had been knocked unconscious by the murderer, only to have awakened to find Sadie's corpse gone, as well as to find that her boyfriend was also missing. With a sigh, she dropped to her feet and leaned against the trunk of the tree that had knocked her out all those hours ago and buried her head in her hands, trying to organize her thoughts and make sense of what had happened. The three murderous hillbillies had obvious taken Chris Flynn and she only prayed that he was still alive, unlike her sister, who's corpse they had taken as well.

Tears stung her eyes as she thought about how things were turning out much like they had months ago when she had first gotten lost in these woods with her best friends and Chris; only she and Chris had made it out alive, and it was beginning to look like this time he wouldn't be so lucky. Stop it. Jessie commanded herself firmly. Don't think like that, of course Chris is alive, he's going to be all right.

However, that was what she had thought about Sadie all those long hours of trekking through the woods to look for her sister and look what had happened to her. Jessie got to her feet, trying to force the image of Sadie's headless corpse out of her mind. Chris wasn't Sadie, so there was no way to say that he was going to end up like her. "And if you keep thinking like that," she mumbled out loud, "you might as well give up right now."

It wasn't as though Jessie actually had a plan of action, but she did know that the plan, when it evolved, would include finding Chris and rescuing him before he did end up like Sadie, Carly and all the other victims. So, she might as well start there, start with trying to find Chris; she, however, had no idea where to start her search. Months ago, she and Chris had burned down the redneck's cabin and she had no idea where they had relocated to, which meant that she had no idea where they were keeping Chris.

One thing Jessie was certain of was that she hadn't passed their new residence up until this point so there was no sense in backtracking. She would continue heading straight, and with that thought in mind, she started walking, heedless of her throbbing legs and head and of the falling darkness.

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Chris wondered, at first, whether or not Jessie was all right. He hadn't had a chance to check on her after she had been thrown aside by the disfigured man that had murdered Sadie Burlingame; he had rushed to help his girlfriend and had been, in turn, been knocked unconscious as well. Now here he was, worrying about Jessie's safety when he would be smarter to worry about his own; he had woken only what he had roughly estimated to be an hour ago to find himself tied down with rusted barbed wire to a bed frame. He was alone, aside from the decapitated corpse of Jessie's younger sister, and wondered where the murderers had vanished off to.

Not that that fact really weighed heavy in Chris' mind; with them gone, he could possibly look for a way to escape, a way to free himself from his binds. He was currently looking for anything to keep from staring at Sadie's corpse, her head resting in her lap with sightless eyes staring past him; he was also trying to keep his mind off Jessie, who hadn't appeared to be in very good shape after being knocked against the trunk. She had struck her head soundly and crumpled to the ground, and thinking about her being possibly dead or mortally wounded with no help in sight made Chris' heart begin to beat much quicker.

He pulled against the barbed wire, quickly deciding that wasn't the wisest idea since the barbs cut into his skin; he'd have to find another way to escape and get to Jessie.

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As Jessie wondered in the woods, she realized just how hungry and thirsty she really was; her hands were beginning to shake and her throat was dry and scratching. She couldn't go on for much longer unless she got something to drink and something to eat; however, she didn't expect there to be a McDonalds' in the middle of the woods so she wasn't quite sure just how to she was going to fulfill her goal. It was so dark that she couldn't see her shivering hand in front of her face, let alone find something to ear -berries perhaps?- or anywhere to drink from.

With a suppressed sob, she dropped to the ground and buried her face in her dirty, quivering hands, realizing for the first time that she would probably die or dehydration and starvation before she found Chris. She would never be able to save Chris, he would die because of her, because she didn't have the strength to rescue him. Jessie drew her knees up to her chin and rested her forehead against her knees, trying to pull herself together, taking deep breathes to keep from hyperventilating.

The sound of brush cracking underfoot and mangled grunts caused her to jerk her head up suddenly, muscles tensing as her breath caught in her throat. There was no mistaking the noises she was hearing, the animal-like noises that were made by the inbreeds, sounds she had become very familiar with. Jessie forced herself to her feet and scrambled toward the nearest tree, which would provide some sort of shelter in the dark, if the mountain men passed her way.

Suddenly, it occurred to Jessie that these disfigured rednecks could led her back to where they had taken Chris. For a moment, she forgot about just how hungry and thirsty she was, filling with a strange sort of hope that was only muddled by the knowledge that Chris might already be dead.

Jessie peered out from behind the tree and watched the men, who appeared to be squabbling about something in their strange language. Finally, the largest man, the one that had killed Sadie, cuffed the skinny one and turned back the way they had came, grunting something that made the others follow after him. She waited a moment before emerging from her hiding spot, being careful to watch where she was stepping so that she didn't give the men any indication that they were being followed. Jessie wished she had some sort of weapon to defend herself with, provided they did turn around and see her, but there was nothing around that would provide ample protection. She was on her own, unprotected, unhidden, yet she wasn't afraid.