Author's Note: Hello again!:) I didn't think I'd have enough time to type up another chapter, I'm staying at home for a few days now because I'm sick and in a good bit of pain!T-T Not fun…
But on a happier note; here's another chapter for all of ye!:D I hope ye enjoy it and I would like to say a MASSIVE thanks to those who gave me lovely reviews, I really appreciated them!xxx
As the flames performed a graceful yet dangerous dance, both John and I sat near the fire, trying to get warm from the now rather cold chill of the night. John was whistling some tune of his, poking the fire that he had prepared himself.
I lay back on the blanket and stared out at the stars. It was night time already and Dave and the others are still not back yet. 'How long does it take to get help…?' I groaned, stretching my limbs.
'They'll be back soon,' John reassured me, giving up on the fire. He got up suddenly and started to walk away. I asked him where he was going and he turned around, smiling. 'I'm taking a piss.'
I cringed and gave him a thumbs-up, too much information. That said; I did ask him.
As he walked behind a large rock, I pulled the blanket closer to me. I looked around, still uneasy. Then something caught my eye. I looked over at a couple of rocks and bushes and saw something flash a bright red and quickly vanished behind a rock. I got up and slowly walked over to the rocks. 'Hello…?' I asked warily, picking up a large stone and continued progressing forward. 'Anyone here…?'
I raised a shaky hand and grabbed a branch; I quickly pulled the bush down so I could find out who it was.
Nothing...
I frowned and straitened myself up. Strong large hands grabbed my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. I shrieked and turned around to see a very familiar face. Mike let out another one of his famous hearty laughs as I punched his chest. 'Jerk!' I screamed giving him one last hit into the ribs.
'You should've seen your face!' he coughed, a smile still plastered on his face.
John came running up to us, zipping up his pants. 'What happened? I heard you scream and-'
'It's fine,' I smiled. 'Just Mike being Mike, that's all. Hey, where are Dave and Trish…? Is someone coming for us or must we wait for another while?'
Mike scratched the back of his head. 'They, um…stayed there for a while,' he stammered. 'The old man is insisting that there's nothing he can do but, well, you know yourself what Dave's like.'
'Then why did you come back?' John asked, folding his arms.
'Trish wanted me to go back to you guys,' he replied. 'She wanted me to tell you what was happening. Can you hold on a sec, I need to go.' He went behind the rock that John was at.
I tugged the blanket over my shoulders as John rubbed his arms to keep himself warm. We were startled when we heard screaming from behind the rock. 'Mike…?' I whispered. Both John and I ran over towards the screaming. When we turned around the corner, I dropped the blanket as my stomach twisted at the sight.
Mike was impaled through the chest by a pick-axe. Blood spurted out of his mouth as his eyeballs threatened to pop out of his sockets. A large man was laughing as he raised Mike up from the ground ad dropped him back down again. He extracted the pick-axe from Mike's chest and struck his head. The large man looked over at me when I screamed.
He wasn't human looking. When he smiled he showed crooked yellow teeth and the majority of them were missing. His skull was deformed and his skin was partially discoloured in a kind of a purple tinge. One eye was bigger than the other; the smaller one was oozing a small amount of yellow puss. His left ear was small and drooped more than the right. He was mostly bald but had a few wispy strands of blonde hair. He was grinning like an innocent child, it was odd…
But the smiling quickly stopped once John threw a stone at him and struck his head. The man's face twisted in pain and anger, he pulled out his pick-axe from Mike's skull and charged towards John.
However all I heard was a loud bang and then I watched in horror as John dropped to the ground, blood pouring out from the bullet wound in his eye. His body twitched as I screamed.
Two of my most cherished friends lay there before me, bloodied and dead. Then I realized; I was next to die…
A shadow loomed over me and someone dropped down and dragged me down to the ground with them. Rough gloved hands held me down as I struggled to break free. Whoever was on top of me laughed as he slid his hand down my pants, rubbing coarse fingers of me. I screamed again as I tried to clamp my thighs shut; like that would help.
I felt a tongue slid up my cheek as he pressed me down further into the sand. Whoever it was decided to turn me over and my eyes widened. He looked about sixty judging from the wrinkles on his face. The thing that took me by surprise was his malformed jaw, which raised the teeth on his right upwards giving them an awkward angle. He had a severe cleft lip which made his face turn into a permanent snarl, despite the fact he was giving me a sadistic smile; giving me promises that he was intending to keep.
As he raised my arms up over my head and lowered his head down to my chest, I heard static. A slow, wheezy voice was heard. 'Lizard…bring the…girl…alive…NOW' The static switched off and the man yelled out "Fuck!"
He got off of me and before I could react, he struck my head and then all I saw was darkness…
Author's Note: Thanks for reading and sorry if it was short! Please review!xxx :D
