Hello, everyone! I'm back with chapter . I know I slacked off yesterday. Sorry about that.

A shout out to Traitor Of All Traitors, who has not only reviewed all of the chapters (and all of those reviews were greatly appreciated), but also pointed out one of my mistakes last chapter. Midnight is 12 am, not 12 pm. Sorry for the mistake, and I have since gone back and fixed it. Thank you for correcting me on that!

Thank you to SuperGodzillaSailorCosmos and Godzilla183 (this is also the person who gave me the prompt for Bonding Through Terror), who have also reviewed. Thank you!

Also, Andy and Jamie will be appearing soon, for those of you who are eager to see them.

WARNINGS: MODERATE VIOLENCE, IMPLIED INCEST (F YOURE STILL READING THIS STORY, I ASSUME YOU DONT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE INCEST, SO...), A DROWNING SCENE (BUT EVERYONE SURVIVES, SO NO CHARACTER DEATHS... YET), ONE BAD WORD

Disclaimer: I do not own Halloween or Child's Play or anything else that you recognize. I only own my OCs, including but not limited to: Elizabeth "Liza" Banks, Tina Barclay, Timmy Barclay, and Sarah Montgomery.


Chapter 4: Not My Sister


"We have been walking for ages, and we haven't seen anyone!" Liza exclaimed. "I haven't even seen a phone! What kind of town has miles of empty space?"

"A town with a population of 200," Timmy muttered. "Anyway, let's rest for a second. Tina looks like she needs it-"

"As do you," Sarah added. "Let me look at your neck. Your voice is still a little raspy, and I want to make sure that… whatever that thing was didn't cause any permanent damage."

Timmy smiled as the four of them sat beside a relatively small lake, overlooking the dark blue waters from the wooden dock that served as their resting spot. "Okay, Dr. Sarah."

Sarah chuckled. "One of my mom's is a nurse. I've picked up a few things," she replied as she lightly pressed her fingers against Timmy's. Timmy winced as she applied pressure to the tender area, but Sarah didn't seem overly concerned as she moved her fingers over Timmy's windpipe.

"Well, I don't feel anything," Sarah informed him as she retracted her hands and placed them in her lap. "The bruises won't be going away anytime soon, but they only seem skin deep, which hopefully means no damage to the voice box or windpipe."

Liza blinked. "Maybe you should become a nurse if you can tell all of that just by touching his throat," she stated as she scooped up some water from the lake and sipped it. When she noticed them staring at her, she added, "What are you waiting for? We've been walking for almost an hour. You've gotta be thirsty."

Timmy and Sarah saw her point, so they cupped their hands and submerged them in the water, bringing them out filled with the refreshing liquid, which they didn't waste time in swallowing. They felt the relief immediately as the water cooled their throats and ebbed away some of the dizziness (they'd walked at least two miles in the past hour, and before that, they had been attacked by at least two murderous creatures. They hadn't had a drink since nine when Liza had gone to get them some drinks from the vending machine. Dehydration was bound to catch up to them eventually).

Timmy turned to Tina, who hadn't made any move to get a drink, and he scooped some more water into his hands, holding it up to her lips. She barely acknowledged him.

"Tina," Timmy whispered. "We don't know how long of a walk we have. You need to drink something. Please."

For the first time since Tina was attacked, some life trickled back into her eyes as she stared into Timmy's pleading orbs, and she hesitantly sipped the water he offered her, managing a very small smile that calmed her worried brother immensely. The grin was tiny but existing, and it was proof that beneath the traumatized, vulnerable shell, his sister was still in there.

After drinking all of the water in Timmy's hands, Tina reached her own into the water, but before she could bring the water to her mouth, something in the dark depths of the water grabbed her wrist. She immediately recognized it as the hand that dragged her under the bed back at the hotel. She didn't think she'd ever forget it.

Tina's scream was loud and piercing, and after almost an hour of no sound from the young girl, it startled her friends and brother, who whirled around just in time to see her yanked into the lake by a gloved hand that appeared out of the water.

The first thing Tina felt was the cold. In the late month of October (or was it November now, since it was after midnight?), the air was chilly and brisk against her skin. If she'd thought the air was cold so late at night in the autumn months, the water was downright freezing. It wrapped around her like a blanket made of ice, and for a terrifying moment, it numbed her limbs, and she couldn't move.

Thankfully, that wore off quickly, but the hand around her wrist did not disappear as it continued to yank her deeper into the lake. She kicked blindly, feeling her foot connect with the figure more than once, but it never weakened its grip long enough for her to escape.

Her lungs were starting to burn, and she was feeling light headed. She flung her foot out in a last desperate attempt to escape, and she could feel the figure's head snap to the side. She wasted no time in tugging her foot free and swimming for the surface.

Tina broke the surface of the water with a gasp, and she reached up, blinking the water from her eyes. She felt someone (Timmy? Liza? She couldn't tell) grab onto her forearm, and she wrapped her fingers around their wrist like a lifeline. They dragged her towards land, but they weren't fast enough. She felt the thing grab onto her leg, and her body snapped against the hard, wooden dock. She was sure she felt something crack as a burning sensation spread across her chest, stealing the air she desperately needed.

It was like a game of tug of war, she soon found, with one of her friends holding onto her wrist for dear life, refusing to allow Tina to fall prey to the monster or the creature or whatever was attacking her.

Another set of hands joined the first, yanking at her shirt, trying to pull her onto land, out of reach of the creature. She thought it might've been Sarah (she was pretty sure she heard the brunette calling her name, but blood was rushing in her ears and water was sloshing all around her, so it was hard to be sure), and Tina wrapped her arms around the two people (now known to be Liza and Sarah). Tina wondered where Timmy went, but she didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Not my sister, you bastard!"

Yep, that was Timmy, but Tina had never heard him use that angry tone of voice or that type of language before.

She barely opened her eyes, almost scared of what she'd see, and she watched as her brother brought a rock crashing down on the creature behind her. The rock connected with a horrifying white mask, but she barely got a glimpse of her attacker because the rock broke clean through the mask, leaving a small hole to reveal tan skin that was now being colored by blood.

The blow wasn't enough to kill the creature or even knock it unconscious, but it was enough to throw the creature back as its hand dislodged from Tina's ankle. It collapsed into the water with a splash, and Liza and Sarah didn't wait to see if it would resurface as they heaved Tina onto shore, and the four children wasted no time in sprinting away.

They had no idea where they were going or how long they ran. All they knew was that they wanted to get as far away from that thing as possible.

The four of them didn't stop until they literally couldn't run any longer, and Liza fell to one knee, breathing heavily, soon followed by a gasping, ghostly white Sarah. Liza's hair was wet, especially at the ends; it had probably dipped into the water during the struggle, and it hung around her face, like stringy vines, the sunshine color darkened by the lake water. Her shirt was soaked, as was Sarah's, and Timmy was pale and nearly unresponsive, almost in a state of shock.

For several long moments, nobody dared to move or speak or do anything but breathe.

Tina glanced over at her brother, and she reached towards his hand, which was clenched around the bloody rock that he had been forced to use as a weapon. Tina slowly uncurled his fingers, which had been wrapped around the rock in a white knuckled grip. Timmy barely glanced up as she loosened his hold on the rock, and he allowed it to fall to the earth with a soft thump.

"You saved me," Tina whispered, and it was petrifying to speak, like something might be lurking in the shadows, just waiting to pounce, and if she spoke too loudly, it might hear her and find her, but this needed to be said. "That thing was the monster, not you."

Timmy glanced up, eyes no longer fixed on the blood staining the rock, and he leaned into her as they wrapped their arms around each other, taking comfort in listening to each other's heart beats.

After a while, Tina began shivering, drenched by the water that had almost become her grave, and she wrapped her arms around her form as she trembled from the cold that settled deep into her bones. Or maybe she was trembling from fear and shock or maybe a combination of all three.

Timmy sat up, breaking the embrace, and he took in his sister's saturated clothing; he didn't even hesitate as he stripped off his shirt and gestured for her to put it on.

Tina shook her head, but Timmy was already speaking.

"You need it more than me," Timmy told her, and Tina knew there was no changing Timmy's mind, so after he turned away (and Sarah and Liza did, too), she pulled off her freezing cold shirt and replaced it with Timmy's.

The shirt smelled like him, and it relaxed her.

Not wanting to have to continue running for their lives just yet, Tina laid against her brother, who engulfed her in an embrace, not wanting to let go of each other, afraid if they did, they might lose each other for good. They'd already had too many close calls that night.

Neither of the siblings noticed Sarah and Liza share knowing smiles behind their backs.

None of the children noticed not one, but two shadows, pass over the ground near them, nearly completely hidden by the darkness of the night.

The clock struck one.


Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I think it was rather good. Not much dialogue, but there was some romance, a lot of action. And Tina is speaking again! Albeit, it is only a few sentences, but she'll start speaking more as the story goes on.

Additional note: last chapter, I wrote that Waiting For Superman is Timmina's theme song. Waiting For Superman is a song by Daughtry (I forgot to include the artist).

Thanks for reading this chapter, and please leave a review!