Author's Note: Another short one. Part Two of the last, and I did something a bit different. This one's in Sam's POV, (*cough* Mini Chipmunk *cough*) because I wanted you all to see the bathroom scene and get a little insider into the way she thinks. It's not first person though, being because the story is written the way it is.
On the side, I found a baby mouse and I'm currently taking care of him. His name is Jeremy. And I want you all to know it's really hard to feed them.
That's all. Please R&R! :D
Rating: This is going to be rated T for now, but the language is going to be very explicit because some of the dialogue comes right from the script. The rating may be elevated later.
Side Note: This is the chapter where Josh dies, so I tried to not make it THAT gory. I'd say I succeeded, but just in case.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Until Dawn or the game or story. All rights go to Supermassive Games. I own Percy and April Anthony. Yep. That's it.
Editing: All editing is done by me, all mistake are mine.
Chapter Eight – Sam's POV
Sam sat in the bath, the hot water soaking into her skin. She'd lost track of how long she'd really been up in the bath. Soft, classical music filtered through her ear phones into her ears. The candle she had lit earlier was leaving a soft, lilting light flickering across the large bathroom.
It was peaceful. Sam didn't get much peace, with her friends, and Percy. Especially Percy.
Her little run-in with him was still fresh in her mind. The way the slight stubble on his cheek scratched against her lips when she'd pressed them to his cheek. The fact that his chest, and entire torso for that matter, was as hard as rock. The way his now-dark hair was curling around his ears as it got a bit shaggier than his normally clean-cut hairstyle. His intense blue eyes that were always softer when they looked at her.
Oh, yeah. Sam had it real bad for Percy. She'd managed to keep down her feelings for the most part, but she couldn't help but blush at his flirting and laugh at his witty comments. The worst part was how normal she felt with him.
With Percy…with Percy, Sam felt at home.
So, for the entirety of her bath, Sam thought about Percy and the fact that she'd finally opened up to him. She'd let him know she cared. She'd told him that, yes, she needed time to fully think, but she knew she really didn't. She knew that if Percy would ask her to dinner or on a date, there wouldn't be any hesitation to say yes.
But Sam was a rational thinker. She was wary. She liked taking it slow.
And the best part was that Percy was fine with taking it slow. He was so sweet and gentle and by god, not to mention attractive. Because that was definitely a factor.
Sam sunk lower into her bath as she smiled to herself.
And then the candle beside her went out. And she heard the faint sound of the bathroom door closing through her headphones. For a brief moment, Sam thought maybe, just maybe, Percy had decided to take her up on her offer.
Sam's eyes snapped open, sweeping the bathroom. She was sadly disappointed when it was empty. She took out her ear buds and set them down next to her phone on the side of the tub.
"Hello?" she called out nervously. "Guys? Percy? What are you doing out there?" Sam huffed and lowered her voice. "Being creepy…" No one responded. In fact, Sam didn't hear much of anything. At all.
"Oh-kay…"
Sam lifted herself reluctantly from the warm waters of the tub and got out, wrapping a white towel around her. She went for her clothes…and scowled when she saw what was left of them.
"Oh for Pete's sake…my clothes? Really? Whichever one of you did this is off my Christmas list. Seriously, not cool, guys!" And then, "Not cool at all, Percy…"
Sam couldn't help but smile a bit as she said his name. Just thinking about him made her giddy. She put down her one sock and headed out of the bathroom.
It was completely silent in the Lodge. No voices floating up through the open staircases, no sound of TV or a movie, nothing. It freaked Sam out. Then she remembered April was in the master bedroom.
Sam made way for the bedroom and opened the door cautiously, "April? April, you in here?"
The bed was empty, but Sam heard, "Yeah, right in here!"
Sam opened the door fully and stepped inside, shutting it behind her. April was changing into a tank top and yoga pants. She pulled her fleece hoodie on over the white tank top and flashed Sam a smile as she put on socks.
"Hey, Sammy, what's up?"
"Uh, do you by chance know where my clothes are…? Or, where anyone is for that matter?"
The fellow blonde frowned at that as she stood up. "Your clothes?" She seemed to just then realize Sam was only clad in a towel and covered her mouth.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, it was probably your idiot brother."
"My idiot brother who you adore," teased April and Sam felt her cheeks warm a little bit. April rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you two are head-over-heels for each other and neither of you are willing to admit it. Just go do – what's Percy call it? The horizontal tango? – just go do the horizontal tango somewhere and clear the air, sweetie!"
"We're not – I'm not going to – The horizontal tango –"
"The more you stutter, the more I know you're into him!" April sing-songed.
"Whatever," Sam muttered. "He's attractive and sweet and funny, why wouldn't I be…"
April cheered. "That's what I wanted to hear! Okay! Let's go find everyone and announce the good news."
"Wait! My clothes –"
But if April cared about Sam's clothes, she didn't show it. After tying her sneakers, April looped her arm through Sam's and the two went back to the large bathroom and down the grand staircase.
A candle on the staircase caught Sam's eye, though. Tied to the railing was a balloon with an arrow pointed on it. She raised an eyebrow and looked at April. "Should we…?"
"I think we should!" said April gleefully. "The boys have probably planned something really cute for you two…I can only imagine…" she squealed and Sam rolled her eyes.
The two went down the stairs, the only sound in the entire estate was the sound of their footsteps. Sam grabbed a flashlight off one of the stands and flicked it on. "Seriously, where the hell are they?"
April shrugged. "Keep following the signs, I guess."
The two ended up in the theater. But no one was there unlike April had predicted. April and Sam both frowned.
"Hey! Guys, come on!" yelled Sam, a bit annoyed now, "I am done with this! I really don't appreciate the silent treatment here!"
"Yeah, come on Percy! Josh! Chris! Guys, where are you?" April joined in.
The two wandered farther into the theater and the doors slammed behind them. Both girls screamed and turned around, eyes wide. Their fingers intertwined, neither willing to let go of the other.
Then a distorted voice came on over the theater system. "Hello, Samantha. Hello, April."
Numbers flashed on the screen before giving away to a white screen.
"Looking for me? I don't think either of you will have much luck by looking. You're only going to see what I want you to see…"
"What the hell is going on?!" hissed April.
"Like I have a fucking clue!" Sam said back, her voice wavering.
"And I have quite a lot to show you."
On the video screen was a video of Sam in the bathtub. The next was of April sleeping, a close up of her face, a gloved hand stroking back her hair.
Sam felt her throat close up and April's grip on her hand got painfully tight.
"Oh my god…" muttered Sam.
"What the hell…" said April.
The video split and on one side was Sam and on the other April.
"They're both quite beautiful, aren't they? A beautiful bathing bird. A gorgeous sleeping beauty. Do you think either of them have any idea what lies ahead? Do you think these were the last happy moments of these creatures' lives?"
"Why are you showing this to us?" screamed April. Sam didn't trust her voice to form a sentence. She was horrified and violated. The invasion of privacy was enough to make her feel sick.
"Why are you watching?" replied the distorted voice.
The video changed to a shot of a small room. Chris and Percy seemed to be arguing over something and then Chris pulled back and hit Percy, hard, in the face. He fell over and Chris turned his attention back on whatever was in front of him.
"Percy!" yelled Sam, finally finding a reason to scream. He was fine though, as she saw him grab Chris's calf, but Chris kicked him off.
Sam risked a glance at April and she was glaring murderously at Chris. Sam couldn't help but feel pissed off at the other blond, too. Hitting Percy was over the line. Way over the line.
And then something horrible. There was a close up of Josh's upper half, arms above his head, screaming in pain and agony. The angle switched to one of…of…of a saw blade?! It sliced through Josh and April let loose a guttural shriek, falling to her knees upon seeing the image.
'WHAT DID YOU DO?!" roared Sam.
"I'm going to give you ten seconds," said the voice calmly. "Nine."
"No no no no," said Sam, panicking now. She tugged on April's sleeve and the other girl reluctantly stood up, tears streaming down her face.
"Seven."
"Please, no!" screamed Sam.
And then the doors behind the girls swung open with a crash, revealing a man dressed in a black jumpsuit and coveralls. There was an off-white mask covering his face, the eyes cracked and onyx black in color. The nose was broken off and the mouth was cracked, showing bubblegum pink gums and rotten yellow teeth. Greasy black hair hung down in a curtain around his shoulders, also part of the mask. In his hand was a tank of gas. And probably not laughing gas. Or maybe it was.
"Sam. April." The voice was the same one from the theater system.
"No!" Sam screamed.
"Oh, Sa-am. Apriiiiil…" the Psycho cooed. The girls screamed.
Sam grabbed a vase and chucked it at the man. It exploded on impact and the girls ran into the door to the right, sprinting through it.
"Shit, shit, shit!" hissed Sam as her bare feet slapped the ground.
They went through a door to a bed room and Sam slammed it. The girls took a brief breather as they backed away from the door. Of course, it was short lived as the door flied open with a slam, revealing the masked predator.
Sam and April jumped across the bed, running down the hall. With a start, the girls realized they were approaching the basement. The absolute last thing Sam wanted to do was go in the basement, but they didn't really have a choice.
The girls hurtle down the stairs, jumping over the crack in the stairs, pushing off the wall, and continuing down the next flight for momentum. Sam grabbed her towel in an effort to hold it up and fixed it slightly as the two keep running.
Sam and April rounded the corner and sprinted into the unfinished part of the basement, breathing heavily. There were lots of places to hide and the girls looked at each other, making a split second decision. They made a right and kept running.
There was a door in front of them and Sam reached for the handle…only to realize there wasn't one. "You've got to be kidding me! April, the wine stand!"
April seemed to get the message and the two girls tipped the shelf over as the Psycho appeared. The handle fell from somewhere and Sam snatched it up.
"Come on, come on!" April yelled as the girls heard the footsteps of the Psycho punching holes in the wine shelf.
Sam yanked the door open and grabbed April's wrist as she screamed: the Psycho had grabbed got her. Pulling with all her might, Sam tugged April out of his grasp and into the room, and slammed the door, sliding the deadbolt and shutting the slider as the Psycho's arm went to reach through it.
The girls heaved a sigh of relief until the banging on the door stopped. They exchanged wary glances. No sound was never a good sound. They took off running again and together, the girls shoulder bashed the door ahead of them.
The door gave way and they fell down into a small hallway that dropped about a foot lower than the last floor. The two blondes fell to the ground with a grunt, instantly pushing themselves up and forging on.
They found themselves in an old dusty room with a couple tables scattered, plenty of hiding spaces available. But they didn't trust it. Not at all.
Sam and April kept running…but the Psycho was smarter.
He appeared out of nowhere and backhanded Sam, hard, in the face. Sam fell to the ground, her cheek stinging. She watched in horror as the Psycho covered April's mouth with the gas mask, lowering her gently to the floor as she slowly lost consciousness.
"I'm sorry baby girl," the Psycho whispered in April's ear, "I'm sorry."
As Sam tried to stand, the Psycho whirled around to her and jammed a syringe in her neck. Instantly, she felt woozy and began to sway. The Psycho caught her and lowered her down to.
"And you, Samantha…I'm not so sorry about."