The next day, another meeting was held. Instead of meeting by the bonfire or the main lodge where someone could wander off, all of the remaining twenty-two ex-contestants were crammed into Cabin One, Bridgette's cabin. As the final people arrived, the door was locked and blinds were pulled over the windows. Bridgette stood up on a night stand in the center of the room with everyone surrounding her. "Listen everyone, this situation isn't getting any better. Harold is gone. But what is worse is that he doesn't really relate to any other victims. This means, everyone needs to look out for themselves. If you go anywhere, have at least two or three people with you. Whoever is doing this wouldn't attack three or four people at once." Bridgette stated, even though she wasn't sure about what she just said.
"I'm just wondering why Chris hasn't contacted the police yet." Justin asked out loud. "None of our phones get service out here, but doesn't Chris have some type of router where he can contact the outside world? Hell, he contacted the police after Duncan and Gwen were murdered." Courtney began quietly sobbing once more.
"That's a good question Justin. I think I'm going to go ask him that right now!" Bridgette declared and hopped off the night stand. "Um…can you guys come with me?" Bridgette asked, pointing to Justin, Geoff and Izzy. "Um, meeting adjourned guys." Bridgette said as the four of them left the cabin. They walked out of the cabin and made their way past the bonfire pit. Chris had his trailer situated behind the bonfire pit, concealed by many large and thick bushes. He enjoyed and liked his privacy.
"This is so sketch. Why is he so far away?" Izzy asked excitedly.
"The guy likes his privacy I guess." Justin observed. "I mean…he could be doing something else though." He added. Bridgette walked up to Chris' trailer door and knocked on it. There was a silence and she knocked again.
"Chris! Chris! Open up! It's Bridgette!" Bridgette called out as she hammered on the door.
"Get out of the way!" Izzy said, shoving Bridgette to the side. "Make way…for the Izz-ay." Izzy whispered as she backed up and charged forward. Izzy jumped into the air and stuck her foot out, headed straight towards the door. Chris opened the door and Izzy flew into it, landing on her vagina. Izzy howled and fell to the ground in pain.
"This has gone far enough! Harold is dead! Three people are dead Chris! You need to get us off the island now! We can't stay here and let more people…people die!" Bridgette screamed. Chris was in the middle of blow-drying his hair to give it a 'natural' windblown look.
"Guys, I am honestly trying to do everything I can!" Chris said as he continued to blow dry his are. "After the police showed up to investigate last night's attack, the phone lines have gone dead. They don't work at all. We also have no way to get off the island. The yacht that brought you all here is docked at Playa Des Losers and we have a small cargo plane and a helicopter, but the plane is unstable and I lost the helicopters keys. You know I'm honestly trying my best." Chris explained. It was official. The twenty two remaining ex-contestants were stranded on the island with an unknown serial killer, who is possibly one of them.
"Great…great. Is there no way to fix the phone lines? What even happened to them?" Bridgette asked.
"The wires were cut. Like seriously mangled." Chris said. "And we can't call anyone to come out here and fix it for us!"
"Is there some way for us to construct a boat out of something? Maybe we could make a small raft or something and send people to go get help." Justin suggested.
"Hey that's a great idea! There's a ton of old crap in the shack by the docks!" Geoff said. Izzy scowled up at Chris. Slowly Izzy stood up. She outstretched her arms, followed by cracking her back.
"I don't think we should do that." Izzy stated.
"Why not?!" Everyone around her cried. Izzy rolled her eyes and let out a fake yawn.
"ANYWAY…" Izzy continued. "I think that stuff is old and moldy and just shit. We need something new that could support our weight and stuff. What if we build a shitty boat and it breaks in the middle of the water and we can stuck out there in drown?"
"Izzy does make a good point." Justin agreed.
"Are you saying we should just wait until another one of us gets murdered!?" Geoff wailed. "I think Bridgette and I will go get some people to go start making some sort of something." Izzy let out a loud, piercing scream and turned at Chris, looking him in the eyes.
"Izzy?" Chris said, looking at Izzy. Izzy's leg suddenly shot forward and kicked Chris right in the crotch. Chris howled and fell to the ground in pain. Izzy laughed and kicked Chris in the stomach and dashed off to the beach. Everyone walked off away from Chris' trailer.
"It's isn't your fault Bridge." Geoff said as he hugged Bridgette.
"What do you mean?" Bridgette asked, even though she had an idea on what Geoff was talking about.
"I know you feel responsible for everyone here. Like you're some kind of leader. Like we're both leaders. But none of this is your fault." Geoff told her softly. Bridgette began to tear up, and hugged onto Geoff tighter.
"I'm going back to go talk to Chris." Bridgette said as she began to leave.
"Bridge, give it a rest for one second." Geoff said. "You keep on running around and doing this and that. We all just need to stay in our cabins today and chill. That way, nothing can go wrong. Okay?" Bridgette stared at Geoff in silence and turned around. "W-wait! If you are gonna' go, shouldn't someone come with you?" Geoff asked.
"No…no I'm fine." Bridgette said. Bridgette turned back cautiously. Bridgette nervously looked around as she made her way back to Chris' trailer. Fear began filling Bridgette's thoughts, making the not so long walk to the trailer, seem very long. "It's fine. If anything happens, scream and run. Scream and run, scream and run! Scream and run!" Bridgette whispered to herself. She heard the sudden bang of a door. Bridgette squealed and turned around just to see someone closing the door to their cabin. Bridgette took a deep breath and continued on to Chris' trailer. Something began rustling in the distance. Bridgette stopped in her tracks and listened to the sound. Without any hesitation she bolted off to Chris' trailer.
"Okay, okay! I get it!" Chris cried in a panicked tone from inside the trailer. Bridgette made her way up to the trailer and put her ear to the door.
"No! You don't! So help me if anything happens to me, I will personally arrange your fucking funeral! YOU GET IT!?" Eva's voice screamed from inside. Just then, the door to the trailer burst open and Bridgette fell to the ground. "Move it surfer bitch." Eva demanded as she shoved Bridgette to the side and stomped off into the woods. Bridgette quickly scurried to her feet and ran off to tell her cabin mates about what had just happened.
"You guys won't believe-" Bridgette began as she dashed into the cabin just to find it was empty. She turned around and ran out. As she left the cabin she knocked into someone and tumbled to the ground. Bridgette screamed and looked up just to see it was Ezekiel.
"Aye watch where you're going, eh?" Ezekiel said as he trotted away from Bridgette and off to the shack down by the docks. Bridgette stood up to see everyone over there. She knew exactly what was going on; everyone was gathering supplies to make the boat Justin and Geoff had talked about. When Bridgette made it down to the docks, she came upon a scene of everyone rummaging through stuff in the shack on the docks, and spreading it out all over the docks and making blueprints and so on. Gas tanks, fishing poles, old pieces of wood and other items were scattered everywhere.
"Seems you guys were really serious." Bridgette observed.
"Oh yeah, we're doing everything we can to get off this island." Justin replied. We found this old inflatable boat we're going to restore. Owen and DJ are going to patch it up, Cody and Noah are going to find away to attach this old motor to it, along with the gas tanks and everyone else is just trying out new stuff."
"I don't know if you can attach a huge motor to an inflatable boat…and I don't think propane tanks will do you any good." Bridgette said, looking around at the mess.
"Wow Bridgette/" Blainley began, almost appearing out of nowhere. "It seems as if you don't want to get off the island."
"What is that supposed to mean!?" Bridgette asked defensively, crossing her arms.
"Well I mean everyone is trying to find a way out of here except for you. Suspicious." Blainley muttered. Blainley took out a small notepad and pen and walked off, bumping into DJ. "DJ!" Blainley exclaimed. "Come here for a second." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off the docks, away from everyone else. "Ok, I need your help."
"With what?" DJ asked suspiciously.
"Well…ok listen. I've been filming my own little news segments about the murders. Once I've filmed enough material, that is news worthy, I'm going to send them off to whoever and maybe they'll see them and send help." Blainley explained.
"But why do you need me?" DJ asked.
"I need a camera guy. My filming skills aren't that
"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" Chris' voice hollered over the megaphone speakers placed around the island. "COME MEET AT THE BONFIRE PIT IMMEDIATLEY!" Everyone dropped what they were doing and walked off to the bonfire pit, except for Sadie and Katie who were oblivious to what was going on around.
"Katie…where did everyone go?" Sadie asked Katie, noticing they were the only ones left in the shack. "Should I go check? Is it safe?!"
"We're out on the docks. If anyone gets us we can dive into the water and swim away, duh." Katie replied.
"Good point!" Sadie said as she exited the shack. She looked around to see no one in site. 'I'll go check where everyone went." Sadie announced as she walked down the dock, back to the island. She passed Ezekiel who asked her a question, which she didn't even so she just nodded.
"Alright, I'll lock up the shack for now then!" Ezekiel said to Sadie as she walked off. Ezekiel slumped over to the shock and slammed the door closed, scaring Katie and causing her to fall over and get tangled in fishing wire. Ezekiel then took out a little gold key and locked the shack closed and made his way back to the camp.
"Wait! Guys!" Katie yelled as she took a nearby box cutter and cut the fishing wire apart. "Owie." Katie moaned, rubbing her legs and making her way to the door. She pushed on the door and then pulled. "Oh c'mon guys!" Katie muttered angrily. "Sadie! Sadie! Are you out there?!" Katie cried as she banged on the door. Sadie however, had gotten a bad case of diarrhea from Chef's lunch this morning and was stuck in the bathrooms. Katie heard the faint sound of something trickling behind her. She turned around and to see what looked like pouring from the holes in the ceiling in the back of the cabin. "Great. Rain." There was suddenly the sound of a loud thunder clap. Katie screamed and held her ears. The rain stopped pouring and everything was quiet except for a faint sound of thunder claps. "Just what I need. They better get back soon, it smells awful in here." Katie mumbled. Just then, Katie noticed a small little light from outside the roof.
"What the…" Katie mumbled, noticing a CD player in the corner. Upon further inspection, she noticed the CD player was continuously playing the sound of light rain and thunder claps. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie noticed the small little light fall through one of the holes in the roof. Before Katie could put together what happened, the entire back of the cabin ignited in flames. Katie realized it wasn't rain pouring through the roof, someone had been pouring gasoline. Katie screamed and ran to the door and began pushing and pulling on it, but it was closed tight. Within seconds the shack was filled with heavy smoke, and half of it had gone up in flames. Katie began scanning the room, looking for another way to escape. She noticed metal shelving sticking out of the wall and above it were loose boards of wood. Katie began thinking if she climbed to the top, she could move the boards and escape out onto the roof and jump into the waters or something else.
Katie ran over to the shelf and put one hand on it and shrieked in pain from how hot it was. She grabbed the shelf again, just to get burned. Katie began crying hysterically and with no other choice, she grabbed onto the metal shelves, and began climbing, her hands burning and sizzling. She made her way to the tops of the shelves, the shack almost engulfed in flames. The pushed up on the loose boards, causing them to slide off the roof and into the waters. Katie reached out and grabbed onto the roof and pulled herself onto it. As she stood on top of the shack, the flames began rising higher and spreading quickly. Katie turned into the direction of the campfire and began screaming for help, waving her arms in the air. She squinted her eyes to notice Sadie in the far distance. "Sadie! SADIE! HELP ME!" she screamed. Katie turned towards the boat everyone had made, which was floating in the water.
The roof began creaking and the collapsed inwards and Katie fell back down into the locked shack. Katie let out another scream and crawled into the only corner of the shack that wasn't covered in flames. Roaming down the docks, towards the shack, was the Killer. They noticed the tank of propane gas laying in the middle of the dock, surrounded by all the other random stuff people had pulled out. They walked over to it and turned the nozzle around several times, releasing gas from the tank. The killer turned to the fiery shack and took a moment to enjoy the cries of Katie inside. Inside the shack, Katie was stuck with nowhere to go. The shack slowly began collapsing inwards. Katie slowly stood up and peered out of a hole in the wall of the shack to see the Killer staring her down. "Why are you doing this!?" Katie screamed. "Please, let me go! Please! I'm sorry!" Katie cried, sinking back down to the floor in tears. The Killer shook their head and held up the propane tank, leaking gas profusely.
"With all of our efforts, Chef and I were unable to repair the phone lines. I think the boat you have created will be stable, but won't last that long." Chris explained to everyone. "I wish everyone was here to hear this, but Eva, Izzy and Katie are just gone. Does anyone have any idea where they are?"
"Izzy is a total freak so who knows where the hell she is." Heather muttered.
"Was that necessary?!" LeShawna asked angrily, getting up all in Heather's face.
"Do you guys always have to start a fight?" Justin complained, turning around form the two girls.
"I think Katie is still at the shack but I don't know." Sadie said.
"Who knows where Eva is." Owen said. "I mean…" Owen stopped and looked around, to see if Eva was anywhere nearby. "…she is kind of scary so I wouldn't put it past here if she was…y'know…"
"Naw man, you don't really think Eva could'a…" DJ wondered. "I know she's mean but you don't really think she would go out of her way to kill someone."
"Hey guys!" Ezekiel called out.
"I wouldn't put it past her." Noah remarked. "Eva has something SERIOUSLY wrong with her. Even more serious than Izzy."
"Guys!" Ezekiel called out again.
"Eva and Izzy are both off the charts!" Blainley laughed, taking out a pen and notepad. "This is all really good stuff. Honestly this would make a good book." Blainley said, receiving stares from everyone. "I mean not saying that people getting murdered isn't sad, it sucks, like man I'm so bummed, but people would kill to read this!"
"GUYS!" Ezekiel screamed.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Courtney screamed, standing up and clenching her fists angrily.
"Courtney, hush, its okay." Bridgette whispered, coaxing Courtney and sitting her back down. "What were you saying Ezekiel?" Ezekiel pointed towards the docks and everyone turned around to see the shack engulfed in flames. "Oh my god!" Bridgette cried. The shack suddenly exploded, sending flaming chunks of wood all over the dock, spreading fire across the entire dock. "Holy shit…" Bridgette muttered as everyone else began charging over to the docks. Everyone made their way to the dock to discover not only fires everywhere, but Katie's dead, burned up, fiery, charred and blown up body in the center of the docks.
"KATIE! OH MY GOD! KATIE!" Sadie screamed, running down the docks and trying to avoid all the fires. "KATIE! NO! KATIE! NO!" Sadie screamed as tears began flowing from her eyes. Sadie approached Katie's burning body to discover limbs had been blown off, causing her to fall to her knees in tears.
"Sadie! Get out of there!" DJ yelled as he dashed down the docks to Sadie and grabbed her by the arms. "This dock is gonna' collapse or somethin', c'mon you gotta get off!" DJ told her. With all his force, he picked up Sadie and carried her back to land. He held onto her, restraining her so she wouldn't run back onto the docks. Sure enough, the docks began collapsing and falling into the waters below. With the docks collapsing, the boat everyone had put so much time and effort into, was also sunk. DJ slowly let go of Sadie and she hit the ground with a thud. People began to surround Sadie as she continued to let out horrible wails and cry non-stop. Everyone began getting extremely scared, even more than before. This killer meant business, and clearly will go out of the way to kill someone. Everyone exchanged glances, looking around. Who was doing this and why? From behind one of the cabins, Eva lurked in the shadows, watching everyone, glaring angrily at them.
To Be Continued...
A/N: I was going to upload a new chapter each week, but I figured the more content I have now, the better! Katie's death was really intense, and actually my favorite so far. I hope it's scary and spooky and you're enjoying it!
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