Stalker's Game
Four
A grizzly bear stood behind Greg, part of Greg's shirt stuck on it's claws. Greg let out an agonized scream before moving out of the way. The bear didn't stick around like the tiger. Grissom ran over to Greg. He sighed when he realized the three cuts on Greg's back weren't deep.
"That hurt like hell," Greg groaned and rubbed his back.
They never stopped looking for a way out. There was an eerie silence in the air. Crickets played a creepy tune with the owls. After a few hours of feeling like they were walking in circles, they saw a clearing in front of them get closer and closer. Now in front of them was a large beach with a motor boat. Greg began to chuckle and Grissom smiled.
They ran to the boat, pushed it into the water and started it up. Grissom steered the boat and Greg stared at the place they had left. As they were getting farther away from the shore, Grissom had a weird feeling in his gut. A painful electric shock filled their bodies and killed the motor. They fell unconscious once they shocks stopped.
A larger boat came and stopped at Grissom and Greg. A man with short orange hair and calm green eyes jumped from the larger boat to the other. Another person on the larger boat tossed the man some rope. He tied the rope to the bow of the boat to the back of the little one. He waved his hand and the larger boat dragged the boat back to shore.
'They actually would have made it out alive… impressive,' the man thought as he stared at the limp forms. A smug smile came across his face, "This shall be fun."