Warnings: Cursing. Gore, violence and blood
Beginning notes: This is the second hardest chapter to write.

REMINDER! : This is a slasher fan-fiction. Slashers are either films or writings that deal with people dieing one by one. If you can't deal with that, I'm sorry you shouldn't read this story then. That is the plot of a slasher. Everyone dies. Well not everyone does in this one.

The night went on in silence. They no longer heard the engine of the Bronco. And in the darkness Oscar kept on praying. His hands folded and entwined with one another, in hope that there was someone out there about to save them. He needed to keep his faith, for right now, it was the only thing he had.

The watch on Oscar's wrist read two-in the morning and it was very much pitch black. He awoke and sat in his spot, remembering moments in his mind, replaying them over and over. He smiled, laughed and wanted to cry; yet he held back his tears. He looked over to where Phil was sleeping, but he was wide-awake. Oscar whispered, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I woke up a few minutes ago and I can't sleep."

"Alright then," Oscar replied.

"Do you…do you think we should go out to the man's house?"

"Why?"

"This might be the most safest moment we'll ever have. The psycho might be sleeping right now, and he probably assumes we are too. Just the two of us. Let's go to the guy and tell him what's been happening, what do you say?"

Oscar had to reassure himself if he was doing the right decision in saying yes. Phil did have a point in saying this could be the only safe moment they'll have. So he agreed and two they went off and into the black abyss.

The two walked on closely making sure they didn't get out of each other's sights. They made sure to not make so much noise and not talk to loudly. Phil could see a light. The house wasn't too far away. As they approached it Oscar noticed that there was some cigarette buds on the patio floor. Those weren't there when he first stepped foot here. Phil took in a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Again, he knocked several times and there was no answer.

"Hey Mister…. uh, damn it. He didn't tell us his name." Phil looked back at Oscar.

"Keep on knocking, maybe he's asleep and he can't hear us."

Once more, Phil knocked more times rapidly and more loudly to notify the man. He still wasn't answering. They stood there on the patio to wait but it did no good.

Phil narrowed his eyes a little and saw that the moon's rays were hitting something on a chair nearby. He noticed it was car keys and he picked them up. He looked at them and gave them to Oscar, then said "Tell me what kind of car this guy drives…"

Oscar looked down at them, letting the moon give some light and he clenched them firmly in his palm. "It's a Ford Bronco," Oscar said dropping the keys on the chair.

"Oh fuck. That means…this guy is in there…that guy who killed Dave and Melina. He's in there. He knows what we've been doing this whole time. He knows everything. He's been watching us." Phil paced around and pulled his hair back from the anger and rage he had in him.

"Wait, grab the keys."

"What?"

"Phil, take the keys. Lets get into this damn Bronco and get the others, and we are leaving out of this place now."

Phil grabbed the keys and Oscar searched around for the Bronco. There was a big shed beside the house and he knew it was locked in there. A lock kept the shed shut and he had to find a way in. There was no axe to do the trick. There was only one more option.

"We have to go inside his house and find the key to the shed," Oscar told him.

"Are you insane?"

"It's the only way, Phil."

He nodded and went back to the door. He tried the knob and it was of course locked. Oscar pointed to a half opened window on the side of the house. Phil then quietly lifted it up and with the help of Oscar, he was able to slide in. He saw that he was in the bathroom, thankfully the bathroom door was open and he shifted his way around the room. He glanced around and made his way into a hallway, at the end of it was a room. The door was open and the room wasn't that dark, because on a counter was a small candle. There in the bed was the man. He was sleeping still and Phil began searching for the key. It wasn't by the candle. It wasn't on his dresser. But then the man moved in his bed, perhaps trying to get cozier and there was a distinct sound of keys. The man had them on him. Phil stood a few inches away and pulled the covers off the man as delicately as he could. The keys were hooked on a bracelet the man was wearing. Phil thought those had to be the shed keys…

Phil picked the bracelet and slid it off the man's wrist. A wide smile went across his face when he accomplished this. Gripping them in his hand so that they didn't make any noise, he was able to walk right out the room.

He had to stop. He was hearing footsteps, not his but someone else's and he turned…

the man glared down at Phil, his eyes filled with hatred and he took Phil's throat in to his right hand. Phil tried yelling out to Oscar but all he could do was kick around. Phil then kicked hard against the wall and straight at the man's abdomen. He was dropped and he quickly ran out the front door, yelling to Oscar to run back to the house.

"Phil, wait up!" Oscar shouted as he started running and out of the house, bursted the man with a hammer. Phil was already half way to the home when he realized Oscar had been left. He stopped and shouted to his friend.

Oscar tripped on a broken branch and landed face first onto the dirt ground. The man rose up the hammer and brought it down on Oscar's back. He shouted in pain yet the man continued. "Go Phil! Just go!"

"I can't…" Phil froze.

The man raised his hammer and brought it down on Oscar's head, smashing the skull over and over again.

Phil ran back to the house, opened the door, and shouted out "Get out! Everyone get out! Nobody is fucking safe here!"

Everyone upstairs awoke hearing Phil's words blare through the entire home. And they obeyed. The girls came down and Cena grabbed Phil's arm, "What happened, man?"

"The man that we met here! He's the fucking psycho who killed Dave and Melina…now he got Oscar! Move out of this damn place! He knows!"

"Oscar?" Beth's tears stained her face.

"No time to explain shit. We need to get as far away as we can. He's after us!" Phil took Kelly's hand and he sent them all away far from the house. The time droned on and they stopped by a lake. It wasn't the same one they had seen before, this one was way further than they expected.

Phil sat everyone down to explain what had happened. He showed them the keys to the shed and to the Bronco. He just needed a way for them to get in and leave without getting killed.

"Why Oscar? Why did he take Oscar?" Mickie covered her face; the tears were beginning to sting her eyes.

"He's out to get us all once and for all," Phil placed his hands in the lake.

"We have to keep running…" Kelly said softly.

"A distraction," Cena said.

"A distraction?" Mickie turned to him.

" Yeah, we need a distraction. Something that will pull him away from the shed, and so that we can sneak into it and get the Bronco."

"Well how the hell are we going to get a distraction?" Kelly questioned.

"Beth," Cena pointed to her.

"Excuse me?" The blond diva snarled.

"He kept looking at you when we ate at his place. He was staring at you."

"Oh okay, so that means that I get to be the fucking bait or some shit?"

"It obviously means he took a liking to you. What if you were to just stumble upon him and…"

"And what?"

"Distract him."

"What are you trying to get at, Cena?"

"Make a move on him. Long enough till we are able to at least open the damn shed. Once we do that, we'll hop right in and get you. Easy as that!"

"That's sick. I won't do it. Come up with another plan!"

"Beth that does seem like a good plan though and I think you should try it…"Mickie said.

"Please Beth?" Kelly asked.

Beth wasn't so sure about this but what else is there?

"Fine, I'll do it. For us."

The group began brainstorming and plotting how they'd approach this. Beth was to go to the home, seek out the man and distract him. Behind the home, the rest will try to unlock the shed, get into the car and be able to get Beth before more happens. It was set and it was final.

The group walked up to the shed and Beth walked up to the front door of the man's house. She pretended to be panting for air and knocked on the door three times. She placed a hand to her heart and waited. The man answered and saw Beth.

"Oh please help me! Sir, all my friends have gone and I can't find any of them. I don't know where they went! Please you've got to help me, sir." Beth acted the part so well that the man was completely fooled.

"Ma'm, we'll look for your friends soon. Why don't you just take a seat right here in this chair?" Beth sat down on the patio chair and said, "Thank you so much sir. I've been looking for my friends but I think they've left me."

"With a body like yours Id' think you'd be able to survive out here for months. Wow, you're so beautiful and strong. I love that in a woman…"

"Really? Not many men do…" Beth faded away from acting.

"I love a woman who can take care of herself and beat up anyone who stands in her way. But she has to be beautiful though and that's exactly what you are, Ma'm."

Beth was beginning to get flattered but she needed to remember about the group.

They had already unlocked the shed by now, and Phil unlocked the Bronco's doors and stepped into the driver's seat. Kelly and Mickie sat in the back and Cena sat in the passenger seat.

"Everyone strapped in?" Phil turned to his friends and they all gave a thumb up. "All right then, let's get the fuck out of here."

The man placed his hand above Beth's and said smoothly, "If I had a woman like you, I'd be one lucky son of a bitch."

And then there it was. Beth and the man heard the Bronco rev up and it turned around the house. Beth began to run to catch up to the car's speed enough for Mickie to pull her in. But the man grabbed her waist and held her against his body.

"There is one thing I can't stand about a woman," he took out a blade, "is that they lie and deceive you!" He shoved the blade up Beth's chin and the tip made its way out of right eye. Mickie's body was half out the car and she screamed at the sight of Beth's eyes rolling back with blood trickling down. "He killed her! He killed Beth!"

Phil was going full speed and as soon as he turned to look, he swerved and he crashed into a tree. This sent Mickie out the car and flying on to the ground. She spent seconds recollecting what just had happened. She lifted herself up only to find out she had broken her left arm. For everyone else in the car, their seatbelts worked their magic and they were only in shock. Cena undid his seatbelt and went to Mickie's aid. He helped her up and shouted to Phil, "He's on our tracks. What the fuck are we going to do now?"

Phil now had nothing. He didn't have any plan, plot or idea. Everyone was gone. Kelly was crying and so was Mickie. Beth was dead and so were the rest of his friends. His sadness was taking over his mind and body.

"I don't know. I don't know what we are going to do now. We can't take the car. We don't have anything." His voice was low and deep. He got out of the car and stood against it. Kelly was still inside the vehicle, she was afraid to death.

She then got out and she hugged Phil. He ran his fingers through her hair and hugged her tightly.

Only four was left and what was to come next…they didn't want to know.

Endnotes: This was just terrible to write. I didn't want him to die so quickly after Melina's death but it had to be done. I feel real bad about this, I really do and I'm even getting sad. But the show must go on and I hope you keep all reading.