"No! No! Let go!" Blake yelled.
The two men holding him were filthy, and stunk, red blotches decorating their bodies.
"Give him to us! Let us have him!" said another voice.
Blake was grabbed by a tall figure. Then he saw who must be Laird, and his companion. Laird was tiny, maybe two feet tall. He had a bald head, and looked like a deformed toddler, although his voice was of a man's. His taller companion, who's back he rode on, covered his face, except for his eyes and mouth. His eyes were bloody, and it looked as if he had no lips or gums. Blake grunted, trying to escape, but the grip on his arms was too strong.
"Oh praise God and his Prophet Knoth. Oh praise God." said Laird. "Forgive me, Lord, but I have to be sure.
Laird took an arrow, and stabbed it into his own hand, revealing a fresh wound.
"Open his mouth, Nick." said Laird, speaking to his companion.
Nick forced Blake's mouth open, and Laird made Blake digest his infected blood, which was probably ridden with syphilis and gonorrhoea.
"UGH!! AGHHH!" grunted Blake.
"He is unmarked. He is pure. He is the Scalled Messiah!" said Laird, in a triumphant voice.
Blake felt a sharp pain in his arm. He realised that one of the Scalled was trying to eat him. Laird slapped him away.
"You halfwit dog's cunt! He ain't been transubstantiated yet! He ain't been... reborn. First we gotta get him on that cross. Get my hammer and nails. Let's get on up that hill." he said. Blake knew what was coming, as Nick punched him in the face.
Nick was dragging Blake by his legs, while Laird was talking to no one in particular.
"He will come born on locusts wings, immaculate as a newborn. He will give us his gospel, the sacred words of his teaching. He will be nailed to a cross and die, and he will be buried. But he will rise again in more perfect flesh. We will eat of that flesh in holy communion and be healed of ur physical signs. And we shall inherit this broken earth."
Blake was trying to grab onto something in desperation, but it was no good. Eventually, they took him to a large cross.
"You see? We prepared everything! It's all ready for you." said Laird, talking as if he was showing Blake a five-star hotel room.
"What? Don't do this... please." said Blake.
"Lord- what I mean is, where is your gospel. You're supposed to have a gospel for us." said Laird. "To guide us in our salvation after the end."
"G- gospel?" Blake stammered.
"The truth. Your guidance. We suffered a long time, waiting on you." said Laird, and two people pinned his hands to the side of the cross.
"Well, old Nick." said Laird, patting Nick's shoulders. "I guess we'd better put those nails in."
"Wait! Wait..." said Blake, but it was no use.
He looked away as Nick got a nail, pressed it to his palm, and hammered it with a large hammer. It was the worst pain that Blake had ever experienced.
"ARRGGGHHH! UGHHHH!" yelled Blake.
"Good, good. That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Laird. "What is that? Nick, hand me that." Nick picked up Blake's camera. "Is that a camera? A record? Of course, how I could not see it?" he said, examining the camera. "A modern Christ would use a camera, not a book. This is our gospel! How could I not have known?"
"These fuckers are crazy." Blake thought, struggling and writhing in pain.
"Lord, please forgive me for doubting you. There is no suffering I do not deserve! I am a worm. A festering wound. A- a... I must study his lessons. Drive the other nail in, and hang him up!" he said, turning away.
"No! NO!" yelled Blake, but the pain came again. "AGHHH! AGHHHH!!!"
"You are the light of my world, you are my way, you are my strength." muttered Laird, as Blake was getting hung up.
The cross was fully upright, ten feet in the air. Blake was limp, only his hands holding his weight. He started to lose conciousness.
"Is this how I die?" he thought.
Blake only thought of Lynn, as he felt his life slipping away from him.
When Blake woke, his arms were aching. He looked up at his hands, hyperventilating slightly. He knew what had to be done, otherwise he would surely die. Without hesitating, Blake ripped his right hand free from the cross, and then his left.
"AGHHH!" Blake yelled once more.
He dropped down to the floor, landing hard, and panted heavily. There were two large holes in his hands.
"Oh God... Fuck. God. Stop the bleeding... Gotta stop the bleeding... Gotta..."
He found some bandages in a tent, and looked at his stinging hands once more.
"Shit shit shit shit shit. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck me, that hurts.
He bandaged his hands, the blood seeping through already. It wasn't much, but it would at least protect him from infection.
Blake had nothing, no bandages, no batteries, or even his camera. He had to rely on moonlight or fire to guide him. As he got on top of a hill, he could see the cross where he had been hanging from. People were down there. They knew that he gone. Blake made his way through the forest, and nobody really chased him, except for one person, although he was easy to get past.
Eventually, Blake found a small body of water, and jumped down into it. He saw lamplight, and realised that it was Nick, holding a lamp, Laird perched on top of him. Blake quickly ducked under the water, waiting for the threat to pass by. Finally, they were gone, and Blake went into a house. It stunk like death.
"Goddamn vultures. How many corpses did you pick over?" said Blake.
Miraculously, he found his camera. He felt like it was his only friend in this hellhole. He picked it up to examine it, to see if it was still working. As he put it to his face, he turned it on. Blake was in a cafeteria.
This was his school's cafeteria.
"I keep coming back earlier. What the fuck?" said Blake.
There was another hangman page on one of the tables. Blake figured out what it said.
'Don't let me go'
As Blake made his way out of the cafeteria, he saw a many-armed, pink creature run in front of him. The walls and floor were pulsating again, with the weird pink, veiny texture. He ran to where the creature had ran, and heard a phone ringing.
"Is that a... phone?"
As he makes his way down a narrow corridor full of offices, all the doors close, and the creature comes out of a room. It was the most horrifying thing that Blake had ever seen. It was coming towards him. Blake turned back and ran, turning right into a bathroom and locking himself in one of the stalls.
Blake waited a few moments before finding the room that had the ringing phone. He hesitated, then picked it up. There was a man's voice, and it was very familiar.
"Hello? Hello? Oh, thank God you're alive. I need you to stay calm. We'll get you out of there. I want you to find a place to hide. Someplace safe where you can remember the taste of her kiss when you felt her neck break, you diseased cocksucker!" a long, pink tongue came out of the phone, seizing Blake's throat.
Blake spluttered, but managed to wrench the tongue off of his neck, and it disappeared into the phone. Blake immediately dropped the phone, as if it were carrying an infection.
Blake left the room and went into the corridor again. All the doors shut on their own, making Blake jump. He went back the way he came from. Then he noticed that there was someone in the bathroom. It was the monster.
Blake ran, and it started chasing him. It was quite fast. Blake turned left, and saw Jessica disappear into a locker.
"He's coming!" she shrieked.
Blake also got in the locker. Inside, it looked like it was made out of wood, and there were some shabby clothes. He exited, and was somehow inside a wooden house. He was in a bedroom. He opened the door to leave, and a flaming arrow narrowly missed him, hitting the door. Blake didn't go out the front door, put quickly jumped out of a back window.
Barbed wire had been put everywhere to trap Blake, but he was not fooled. He found a ledge that he strafed across, and then saw a large, fallen tree that created a beam for him to walk across. Blake cautiously walked across it, and a fire arrow landed right in front of his feet. Blake quickened his pace, and got onto a cliff face.
He kept running, scaling mountains and rocks, while Laird shot at him. He found a space where he could drop down from a hill, and he did so. There was a man there, and he jumped on Blake, pinning him to the ground. Blake wriggled free, and ran. He slid down some rocks, but got caught in some barbed wire.
It was so sharp, that it was tearing into his skin. Then, he was grabbed by strong arms, and heard a familiar voice.
"We have you,it's OK. Shhhh. We have you." said Laird.
Nick tore Blake free from the wire, which had ripped Blake's skin, and threw him into a coffin.
"Yes. Yes, return him to the Way of Sorrows. His tomb is waiting." said Laird, and Nick dragged his coffin somewhere.
"Take him. And when he rises, we all will have our communion."
Blake didn't know how he was going to get out of this one. They were going to bury him alive, and then eat his flesh.
It sounded like they had put his coffin in a hole. Then, they started pouring rocks on his coffin.
"Don't! Please don't! Please don't! Please!" cried Blake. "Oh, you crazy motherfuckers."
Blake stopped hyperventilating, as it would not help his breathing. The coffin was only made out of wood, so it was worth a try to escape.
Blake hammered his already injured hands against the coffin with all his might. He pushed the lid of the coffin, and miraculously, it started to break free. He kept pushing, and finally got out. He gasped in the fresh air, then collapsed on the ground.
Blake stood up and steadied himself. He wasn't fully safe yet. He made his way through the forest, trying to avoid the crawling people trying to grab him.
He slid under a fence, and found a gate of barbed wire. Behind it was a man who had just been hung, or had hung himself, from a tree. Blake kept climbing rocks, and ended up on the edge of a cliff face. He could see the mine.
"The mine! That's gotta be it."
There was a big drop from where he was standing, where he would surely die from if he were to jump. Instead, he jumped into a building through a window. There was a space to put a rope. Blake had a sudden idea.
Blake left the building, jumping over a gap on top of the locked door. He saw a man, who looked like he was waiting for him. He ran away when Blake saw him.
"Messiah! The miracle! The host is ready!" he said, and starting knocking on doors.
Blake ran through the village, and found the hanged man, and went up to the tree that he was hanging from. He tore of the branch, and the rope went flying to the ground. Blake went down and picked it up off of the dead man's neck.
"Thanks." said Blake.
As soon as he picked it up and proceeded to walk back the way where he had came from, he saw a light, and a flaming arrow hit a tree right next to Blake's head.
Blake ran, as fast as he could, not looking back. He weaved in an out of Laird's arrows, and made his way back to the shed. He jumped over the door, got the rope, and threw it over the slot. He grabbed it and made his way down, his hands burning. Laird had busted through, and was grabbing the rope to pull Blake back up. Blake was only halfway down.
"What? Don't touch me! I said get your hands off me!" shouted Laird.
Blae looked up and realised that Laird's followers had turned against him, and were trying to push him and Nick down.
"Your touch disgusts me! Which side are you...? Hey, hey! No, God damn you!" he said, and one of the men fell. Then, Laird was pushed by another.
"Agh!" screamed Laird, him and Nick both falling on top of Blake.
Blake plummeted down, landing on some wood, and was trapped underneath it, as the weight had broke it. Then, he saw a sight that's lifted his spirits.
Laird and Nick were lying motionless, their eyes glazed. They were clearly dead, killed by one of their own. Blake would have felt sorry for them, but his hands still hurt. He crawled forward, and saw a trapdoor. He opened it, and felt a sudden chill. He climbed up, and saw that he was on a roof ridden with snow. He was on the school roof.
Blake found a door that led him back inside the building, by following strange, bloody footsteps. He walked down the stairwell, and saw something at the bottom. It was the monster.
Blake ran back up, but when he got to the top of the stairs, the monster was there as well. Blake turned back again, running downstairs, until he got to the bottom floor. He smashed open the door, leading him back outside. He was in the courtyard.
Blake found another trapdoor, and went inside. He was in some sort of cellar. Then, he heard a man.
"You were jealous. You were frightened."
The monster was running towards him, so he ran the other way, and climbed up a ladder. He opened the trapdoor, and ended up in the kitchen. Another door led him back into the cafeteria.
There was a letter there, the same one as his last dream. 'Don't let me go' it read. When Blake picked it up, he heard a voice.
"You're not alone here."
The painting that was on the wall, the tree with a cross in the middle, lit up, and branches grew out of it. Then, it all stopped and Blake was standing on rocky ground, Jessica standing in front of him.
"Come here." she said, running away.
"Jessica! Hey, Jess!" called Blake.
"The day is done, O God the Son. Look down upon thy little one. O light of night, keep me this night, and shed round me, thy presence bright. I need not fear, if thou art near. Thou art my saviour kind and dear. Quick!" Jessica kept reciting this, and Blake tried to follow her voice using his microphone. He could hardly see anything, completely relying on sound.
"This way, Blake." Jessica said.
"Jess! Can you hear me?" asked Blake.
Suddenly, he was up close to her face, and she was hanging on a noose, screaming as if she were on fire. Then, it all went dark.