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Crickets chirped quietly as if in acknowledgement of the lovers embrace. Moonlight shone down upon them as they stared into each others twinkling eyes.
She was scared but she wanted him. She was alone but now she had him. She was lonely but…there he was. His warmth emanated around his body and touched hers, sending chills down her spine and oddly enough, to her lips. She wanted to kiss him, to taste his musk…but she was so scared.
And yet he looked upon her like she was a goddess divine. His breathing was labored like he was holding something back, like he didn't want to unleash himself. But she knew, she knew by those eyes. Those eyes that devoured her body and soul, eyes that pleaded for their owners thirst to be quenched.
She caressed his rough cheek and then leaned in. She wanted to devour him as well; she wanted him, every piece.
He took her chin firmly in one hand and placed her mouth on his. She felt his tongue softly probe between her lips, licking her teeth and nibbling her bottom lip. She wanted to let him in but she was so scared. A tingle tickled her as his hand crawled up her shirt to feel one already perky nipple. She was scared so she tried to get away, but then it happened.
Red hot blood dripped from her shirt, the stain expanded until it soaked the entire top. "NOOOO!!!" she screamed. The blood wasn't coming from her- that much she knew- it was flowing from his wrists, his mouth, his skin. "My god NOOOO!!!" the screech went everywhere.
And yet the moon kept shining.
And the crickets kept chirping.
In agony the man fell to the floor, moaning in pain and crying. She wanted to go to him but she was scared. She wanted to help him but she was afraid. She wanted to hold him but she was…terrified.
"Help me…" he choked.
"I-I can't…I d-don't…no…noooo…NOOOOOO!!!!"
*****
"NOOOOOO!!!!" Gwen sat up drenched in sweat. Her body shook and she just couldn't calm down her breathing. The quick little gasps made it hard for her to concentrate on not losing her dream. Throwing the sheets to the side Gwen put her bare feet on the cool ground of the medic tent. What she wanted right now was water and there wasn't any. "Chef? Doctor? Somebody???" Gwen wobbled to the tent flap and peeked out. In the distance she could see her friends running around trying to complete a challenge. She quickly wondered why they were building go-karts before something else caught her attention.
In the far corner where the camera crew was filming, standing behind a man with the boom-mic and next to Chris, was none other than Courtney. She looked furious waving her arms and pointing at a piece of paper she had upraised in Chris' face. "The hell???" Gwen shook her head. Too much information in too short of a notice. Gwen continued to sneak down the dirt path until she found the kitchen. Not wanting to be caught, the Goth slid in and stole an energy drink from the fridge. "Intern Brett" was written in Sharpie on the label but she ignored it, it was only an intern.
The dream still fluttered around in her mind, replaying scenes on its own. Yells came from the challenge lot but it didn't faze her. Gwen was completely contented at the moment just sitting on the kitchen floor and drinking a Monster. Her dream was the main concern at the moment.
*****
"YOU ARE SOOO ANNOYING…!" Chris yelled at Courtney. His hair was a mess due to the now constant hair pulling.
"You better watch what you say mister!!! I can charge you with verbal assault and harassment, both of which my lawyers wont take too" Courtney yelled back.
"Alright fine…" he gave up "Since it was the producers' stupid decision to put you back on the show…go ahead…ugh…" he pinched his nose in stress. The 'great' idea the producers had came up with was the re-intro of Courtney. Supposedly they said she was one of the highest rated contestants of last season. Damn ratings…
"CHEF TURN THE POWER UP ON THAT HOSE!!!!" the host stomped away and sat in his comfy folding chair.
"Oh god…why did they bring her back?" Heather dropped her hand to her hip. Duncan looked up from the wheel he was trying to screw on and gasped. On the Killer Grips –already barking out orders- stood Courtney in all her former glory.
"Gosh I cant believe they put crazy back on the show" Harold said. Duncan gripped Harold by the throat and growled "Don't call her crazy!" he shook him. "Duncan put Harold down! You'll break his puny neck!" LaShawna slapped his hand away and helped Harold get up when he fell to the floor. "Um can we stop fighting?" Bridget piped up "We barely started on this damn thing…" she said while kicking the side of their crap-mobile.
Duncan shook his head turning back to the wheel. This is gonna get majorly awkward…
