The Last Night

Chapter Nine: Beginnings

Time was beginning to run out for the four friends. Cassidy and Dallas had just annihilated their biggest threat: Mr. Moon, by stabbing him through his left lung from the back. Dallas was beginning to worry for Cassidy's mental health, though. There were intense times ahead and he believed that they should always stick with each other through them, even though, they were going to be causing all of the intensity that was going to be happening in just a few days.

Austin was heartbroken. His father was dead now. Killed by the Silencer, whoever he was.

Ally was trying to reassure him that everything was OK, and reminding him that his mother was still living and breathing. Trish had something to say about that, sadly. She pointed to a small well-lit house across from her's. Inside, a devious ritual was beginning.

Austin's mother was being dragged in through the front door and she was released from her bag in the kitchen. She tried fighting her offenders, but they were too strong, so she was vanquished shortly. That's when it began.

LIKE A HUMAN SACRIFICE

That's what Ally's demented mind tricked her into thinking. She tried to turn away from the horrifying scene, but it was too… settling, to miss.

Settling.

Those thoughts ran through her head as she began to think about the first death: her father, three years ago, she began having those thoughts at that time. She knew little of the second, but the third, she knew quite well. She knew that Mr. Moon hadn't killed Ellen. He wasn't there, was he? At least, he didn't admit to murdering her in cold blood.

She remembered seeing Ellen the morning she broke out. She had been violated and mutilated, beyond recognition. Her organs were all around her and blood had splattered out so much that it had begun to paint the ceiling.

Mrs. Moon was eaten by the cannibalistic men and when they got rid of the bowls, of her stewed flesh, they started to dance. Like a Native American dance they used to do around fires. No, not Native American. HAWAIIAN, she thought to herself.

Ally drifted off into the warmth of unconsciousness thinking about those thoughts. And she had her dreams again.

Ally could smell the chlorine and she heard the sound of rushing water. She was at a pool. She looked up at the sky, but water was above and below her. She could see nothing but blackness. Ally breathed in. She didn't choke or cough at all. It was like she was a fish. A little guppy in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, or a simile along those same lines. There was no one else there. That was odd, because she knew in her mind that it was a Friday afternoon. Even though she couldn't see it, she knew it in her mind.

She also couldn't move.

She also couldn't speak or yell.

She was utterly and incomprehensibly lost.

It was horrible, she just sat there in the middle of the water, throughout her entire dream until she woke up. And she was surrounded by water up to her ankles.

For some reason, she was standing up, awake. She must have been sleepwalking in the middle of the storm. Unfortunately, the storm had starts to pour so much that all of South Miami had begun to flood. That's when she saw him. Not really, but it was a faint outline in the middle of the night. But, the lightning lit him up, and Ally knew that she was going to be all alone for a while and that the Silencer was watching her. And the man disappeared, into the shadows of the night.