Bloody Snow
Chapter Two ~ Crack
Carol Mendez was pressed up against a wall. Tom Gorshaw came up and they began to kiss. They're affair had been going on long distance for about a year now; since the wedding had begun to be planned. No one knew except for them.
"I'll leave that bitch for you, baby," Tom said, kissing Carol passionately. Carol nodded then moaned. The door to the hotel kitchen burst open, and they didn't have time to pull apart.
"TOM! CAROL!" screamed the peeper.
"Rachal! Hi… PLEASE don't tell Claire. Please, don't. It would kill her," begged Tom. Carol snickered sarcastically.
"Listen, bitch, tell ANYONE and I'll gouge your eyes out," said Carol, prowling sinisterly towards Rachal. Rachal backed away in fear, grabbed her purse from the floor, and pranced out of the room.
She planned on telling Claire.
Blaire Buckingham sat sipping tea in the large Lewis mansion with Roy. He had invited her to have tea to discuss business.
"I need your father's investment. Without him, the company will fall through," begged Roy, standing up now after slamming his tea on the short coffee table.
"I'm sorry, old man, but we just don't have the extra funds," snickered Blaire, patting Roy on the back insultingly. She stalked from the room.
Katrina lye out on a chaise lounge, by the lake, side by side with her childhood friends, Kylie, Becca, Noelle, Carrie, Rachal and Claire. Nearby, little Kaden was splashing about in the water.
"Trina, are you kidding me! That's wonderful!" said a hyped up Kylie.
"Wait… What? You really found a ring?" asked an obviously jealous Carrie. Carrie had always wanted something real.
"Yes… It was huge too!" blabbed Katrina excitedly. After about a year of dating, it seemed as if Campbell would finally propose.
"Girls, girls, don't get too worked up. You never know. My Tommy boy took like, a year to propose after he got the ring," explained Claire. Rachal tried to hold back her knowledge on 'her Tommy boy's' affair.
"Well, just flatten the happiness, won't you Claire?" said Katrina, obviously crushed.
"Alright, you're being split up into 4 groups for a scavenger hunt. You have to find all the listed items, they can be anywhere within a mile," said Luke. Most of us groaned.
We were sorted into 3 teams.
RED
TOM
CLAIRE
ROY
RACHAL
CARRIE
KADEN
DONNA
GREG
BLUE
BLAIRE
CAMPBELL
KATRINA
NOELLE
TRENT
DAVID
PURPLE
MASON
KEITH
KENN
DEVIN
KYLIE
DREW
Great. So I was the only girl in the purple group. I walked over and got a purple bandana from Luke and Becca, whom were going over wedding details with Carol.
I trotted to Mason, Devin, Drew and the twins. "Hey sweet thang," snickered Drew, already flirting wildly. He slapped my butt.
"FUCK OFF!" I yelled, slapping him across his face.
"Jesus! I was kidding! That hurt!" shot Drew back, rubbing the red marks on his face. I had quite the hand.
"What's on the list?" asked Devin.
"Lots of shit, that's what," said Keith.
"I'm out," said Kenn, walking away, back up the street to the hotel.
"So am I," said Drew, and soon Keith and Devin followed him.
Standing out in the middle of the street, I was alone.
"Has anyone even SEEN Donna?" asked Carrie, while everyone looked at Greg and Rachal.
"I haven't seen her since dinner last night," Rachel replied, worried.
"Oh! She texted me this morning, she said she had to leave for urgent business," said Greg.
"Oh," they all said relieved, and began the scavenger hunt.
A few hours after the completion of the scavenger hunt, Officer Jay Garrison sat in his compact, untidy office in the back of the miniature Faun's Hollow police station, doing paper work. Someone walked in.
"What are you doing here?" he asked the figure. The figure pulled on a ski mask, and got into a fistfight with Jay. The killer subdued Jay, and knocked him out. They took a piece of rope, and tied it around his neck.
They hung him from the ceiling, and the killer personally heard Jay's neck crack.
"This is just the beginning…" The murderer said, walking from the police station.
Noelle Lucas pulled on a silky black dress that went down to her knees, and didn't cover her shoulders. She slipped on huge black heels, and strolled down the street to the celebration at the bar owned by her brother, Trent.
"NOELLE!" a chorus of guests yelled, and they held up their glasses as Noelle entered and Trent poured her a glass of chardonnay.
"Looking hot, sis!" he said, staring down her boobs.
"TRENT!" Noelle yelled, and Trent looked away.
"Come over here, babe!" said Mason, beckoning her to the table of beer drinking groomsmen.
"Right here!" said Drew, patting his lap. Noelle giggled and sat on his lap like he said. "WOO!" he yelled, and everyone laughed. Blushing, Noelle got up.
Cold, snobby, conservative Blaire came over, and tried to sit on Devin's lap while wearing a full pants suit.
"No, no, no!" he exclaimed, pushing Blaire away, who was now the center of attention. She stormed from the bar.
"Spaz," said Luke, who bent in to kiss his fiancé. Everyone laughed and went back to their good time, and though it was about 11 PM, it was still light outside.
"DAMN, this is weird!" shouted David, and Campbell and Katrina nodded in agreement.
Campbell leaned into Katrina for a swift, hot, public make out session. She smiled at the taste in his mouth- beer. They got up onto the table.
"Whoa there!" said Rachal and Greg, giggling. Katrina reluctantly pulled off. Then, Greg and Rachal started to kiss.
Over on the other side of the bar, Kylie sat with Carrie and Kaden, whose eyes were being covered from time to time. He was drinking a ginger ale, and coloring.
"It's so nice to have people here again!" said Trent. "Here's to civilization!" he yelled, raising his glass, the crowd laughed and toasted.
Rachal and Greg stepped out on their own, and kissed in the cool, Alaskan night air. It was still light at about 1 AM, and a light flurry of snow was falling.
That snow got harder. And harder. It got cold. And colder.
By 3 AM, there was 5 feet of snow on the ground, a white out, even by Alaskan standards.
Everyone was stuck in their rooms at 3:30 AM, yet most were still awake.
Kylie was laying next to Drew, and they were both smiling and giggling. Kylie snuggled into Drew's arms, and they moved in closely to each other.
They started kissing again. They were both obviously drunk.
A drunken hook up was all that they needed to get back on track.
Tom was lying in bed alone: Claire was out some place or another.
He was silently hoping that Rachal had not told Claire of his affair with Carol. He'd be pissed if she did.
Next, Tom heard a soft knock on the door. He smirked. "Carol…" he said, excited. They opened the door. "Oh. You," Tom said. "What the hell are you doing!" Tom yelled, as the killer came up to him, with a knife.
"Walk," the killer demanded. Tom walked as suddenly he was stabbed in the back. He went right out, but he wasn't dead.
The killer took Tom and tied rope around his neck, and hung him in the chimney of the hotel, and from his neck came a crack.
Becca awoke next to her fiancé, in the middle of the night, to go to the bathroom. She walked over to the toilet, and then looked out the window at the snow.
"Oh my god…" she said.
She knew it.
There was no way out.
They were stranded for a week, at least, in this town.
Alone.
-DEATHS CHAPTER TWO-
Officer Jay Garrison - "The Police Man"
Tom Gorshaw - "The Cheater"