Geoff had been struggling for quite some time, trying desperately to break free so he could save Bridgette.

"Grr! C'mon!" he cried, "Stupid… ropes!!! Grraaah!!!"

Meanwhile, Ezekiel was maneuvering his way up through the tree branches, trying to see how high up the tree trunk Geoff was tied up. When he was about thirty feet off the ground, he heard Geiff's cry of desperation.

"Geoff!" he called, "Is that you, eh?"

Geoff looked around, surprised. "Ezekiel? Dude? Where are ya?"

"I'm climbing up the tree, eh." he said, "Tell me something, are you facing the moon right now?"

Geoff looked out straight in front of him, seeing nothing but a dark sky. He looked to his left, seeing the moon there.

"Nah, man!" Geoff called down, "The moon's on my left."

Ezekiel looked over his shoulder, seeing that the moon was directly behind him.

So, thought Ezekiel If my back is facing the moon, and the moon is on Geoff's left side, that mean's I need to look for him on my left hand side.

Ezekiel continued to climb, keeping his eyes on his left field of vision. Finally, about 50 feet up, he saw Geoff's foot dangling, just barely peeking out from behind the tree.

Ezekiel made his way toward it, hanging on to the branches for dear life as he circled the tree. It wasn't too long before Ezekiel came face to face with Geoff.

"Ezekiel! Dude!" said Geoff ecstatically, "Aw, man! Never been so happy to see you, dude!"

"We can talk later, eh!" said Ezekiel. He took a small knife from his pocket. "Hang on, I'm gonna cut you loose. Then you need to go save Bridgette. She's at the dock and she's running out of time, eh!"

"Wait, are you sure she's at the dock?" asked Geoff. When it came to Bridgette's life, he wasn't about to take chances.

Ezekiel looked down to the ground below, barely making out Elizabeth's outline.

She could have been lying to me, eh. She could have just told me to tell Geoff to go to the dock to set up a trap. She could have… Ezekiel's mind went back to the good old days, remembering the Elizabeth he knew. … but she didn't! I believe her!

"I'm positive!" said Ezekiel. "Now hold still! I'm almost done!" Ezekiel continued to saw through the ropes. Finally, the last thread broke, and Geoff was able to wriggle out of the ropes. He almost lost his balance, nearly falling out of the tree, but was able to catch himself just in time.

"C'mon, Ezekiel! Let's go!" He said.

"You go, eh. She's your girl! I got some things I gotta do!" he said. Before Geoff could respond, Ezekiel handed him his knife and started to climb down the tree and was out of sight in a second.

Geoff didn't know what Ezekiel was up to, but he didn't have time to try and figure it out. He slowly swung his legs over to one side of the branch he was sitting on, and carefully started to descend to the ground below.

Although Geoff wasn't the best climber in the world, he still made it down the tree in a decent time. "Okay," he said to himself, "Ezekiel said Bridgette was at the dock. And if I'm right, the dock is… that way!" Geoff started running, praying that his sense of direction was correct.

After a few minutes of running, Geoff came to the relieving and horrific sight of the dock. Bridgette was tied up, her knees bound to a giant weight. He saw Lisa there as well. They seemed to be staring at each other. He saw Lisa lift her foot and rest it on the weight.

"Bridgette!" he cried. He started running as fast as his legs would carry him. Suddenly, he heard a giant splash as he saw the weight go into the water, dragging Bridgette down with it. "BRIDGETTE! NO!"

Geoff was almost at the dock now. Tears burning his eyes and soaking his face. When he reached the dock, he ran across it and dove in head first into the water.

The water nearly put Geoff into a state of shock, but his determination forced his muscles to keep moving. He opened his eyes in the water, seeing Bridgette sinking just out of his reach. He swam after her, kicking his legs and stroking his arms as hard as he was able to.

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Bridgette must have sunk at least 20 feet down into the murky depths of the lake. Her body was too cold to even move.

Well, Geoff, she though sadly to herself, I guess this is… goodbye! She forced her eyes to open, her eyes stinging as she did. It was then that she could see a murky figure swimming towards her. As it grew closer, she couldn't believe what her own eyes were telling her.

Geoff? That's can't be you! Can it?

With the frigidness of the ice cold water, and her lack of oxygen, Bridgette's world began spinning. She closed her eyes and instantly lost consciousness.

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Geoff was almost to her. He took out the knife Ezekiel had handed him. With one more mighty stroke of his arms, he grabbed onto the cord connected to Bridgette's weight to keep him from surfacing.

Shit! He thought. This is a metal cord!

He looked over to the binding around Bridgette's knees, noticing that those were made of rope and not cord. He began to saw away at them as fast as his freezing arm would allow. The ropes were resistant to the knife, being that they were wet and the water made Geoff's arm slow. Little by little, the threads began to cut. Geoff pushed his limits, refusing to let Bridgette die, forcing his arm to cut harder and faster.

After a few minutes, the last thread cut at last. Geoff dropped the knife and let go of the weight, catching up to Bridgette's ascending body so he could carrying it to the surface faster.

Soon he broke the surface of the water, catching the attention of Lisa and Eric. Geoff didn't notice them, but instead made a B line for the sand. He reached the shore, laying Bridgette's body down tenderly. All of a sudden, Lisa's voice shrieked, "HOW DID YOU ESCAPE?!?!"

Geoff became enraged with an unspeakable amount of anger. He clenched his fists, gritted her teeth, and narrowed his eyes. He turned around quickly. Just as he was about to yell, he noticed Eric.

No… no way! I… I don't believe it! Geoff didn't want to believe it. But there Eric was, standing right there. Geoff had no choice. Geoff became even angrier than before.

He was enraged at Lisa, but he knew he could deal with her later. He stepped forward towards Eric.

"Why you, low down…"

Eric started to back up, fearful of the look in Geoff's eyes, "Geoff? Buddy! Hey I can explain! You see―"

"…back stabbing, good for nothing…"

"It's actually a funny story, Geoff! You see, I was―"

"…rotten, dirty, scum of the earth…"

"Geoff, it you would give me a second, I could tell you―"

"…BIGGEST PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT I EVER HAD THE SHAME OF CALLING MY BEST FRIEND!!!"

Before Eric could say anything else, Geoff tightened his fist and punched Eric in the face, knocking him back, bruising his cheek and giving him a bloody nose.

"AH! Dude, I think you broke my nose!" Eric cried.

Geoff picked Eric off the ground by his shirt, lifting him off the ground. "You rather I break your neck instead, buddy?!?!"

Geoff saw Lisa going towards Bridgette. In response, he swung Eric around and threw him, landing him right on top of Lisa.

"Dude, how did you get so strong?" asked Eric.

"Tell me about it!" added Lisa, "You weren't nearly this aggressive when we―"

"SHUT UP!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!" Geoff demanded. Seeing that Geoff was never near this aggressive before, the both of them became instantly quiet. Geoff walked over and picked up Bridgette. He looked back at Eric and Lisa. "Now, listen up! I'm not gonna say this again. If I ever see you stupid faces again― ESPECIALLY around my girl…" Geoff paused, just glaring at them. Then he said, "Then let's just say I have no problem going to jail!" And with that Geoff ran from them, carrying Bridgette in his arms.

Lisa looked after him for a moment, and then pulled out a walkie talkie out of her pocket. She pressed the button and said, "Mission failed. Geoff and Bridgette un-terminated."

"How hard…" said the voice on the other side of the line, "…is it to kill a bunch of scared teenagers?!?! People murder people all the time! What's wrong with you?!?!"

"Just shut up!" said Eric, grabbing the two-way away from Lisa, "These guys are determined. I think we need to take a different approach."

"And what approach would that be?" asked the voice from the two-way.

Eric thought for a minute, then said, "I was thinking… a group attack!"