As always, I don't own Gravity falls. And I am so sorry for taking so long, it took me forever to find that damned journal lol. Anyway I hope you enjoy, feel free to drop a comment, I love hearing from you ^^ (Side note my laptop got water damaged, but through the grace of the computer gods she lives. Seriously though my laptop is literally from 2001 so she could give at any moment.)
~Fangy
By the way this chapter get kinda violent so like warning for anyone who's uncomfortable with that kinda stuff ^^

Chapter 9: Player one has left the game

Hazel stared at the little map on her phone, the little dot telling her which roads to turn on. The night was eerily dark and quiet, no doubt the doing of the demon that had requested her presence. She swallowed and looked back out at the road, coming to terms that after tonight she would probably be dead, or in a different dimension. She was trying to figure out what that would be like when her screen beeped to alert her to her destination. She blinked out of her thoughts and turned onto the dirt road.

If it was possible the night seemed to get darker on the road. Her head lights barely even illuminated just in front of her. She seriously hoped Bill wasn't timing her on the drive, given she was just going over five MPH, partly due to caution, partly due to her own fear, that she refused to openly acknowledge. Her car gradually rolled to a stop, her high beams illuminating a clearing surrounded by trees.

She didn't think to look behind the car, or she would have notice her sister stopping near by, the bike that she had 'borrowed' being stashed in the bushes with her.
Bill leaned against a tree, his cane swinging, and his yellow eyes reflecting in the dark, seeming like a cats eyes, or a cyote's. He smiled at the car in front of him, and tipped his hat at the young girl silently gathering her courage in the running car. A glare crossed her face when she saw the action and decided that enough was enough and she needed to face her fate.
Hazel turned off her car and quickly got out before she had the chance to chicken out. Always show your best face when against an opponent, no matter how scared you are. That's what her mother and father both had always told her. She leaned on the car's hood and crossed her arms, playing as if the ball was in her court. Bill smiled wider and tossed his cane off into the woods, obviously calling her bluff.
"Hazelnut. How lovely to see you again, you could say I'm positively Gleeful to make your acquaintance once more." Bill said his voice sounding like rough silk over snow. Hazel felt her eyebrows pull together unconsciously as she shook her head.
"I hate puns Bill." Hazel growled her arms stiffening slightly, her voice had come out more stern and confident than she felt. If this were a normal situation she would wonder if Bill knew how scared she was, or even cared. But she didn't need to wonder here, she knew he had no concern for how she felt. As a matter of fact, she was sure the asshole wanted her to be afraid, why else would he threaten her family as he had?
"I've already told you," Bill said with a sigh and a head sake. "I prefer Bipper. Please don't make that mistake again." He said politely as he examined his gloved hand. Hazel felt her eye twitch and took a calming breath, her knees shaking slightly.
"Why have you done all of this? What did my family ever do to you?" She questioned, wanting answers before she died. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone what he said, but the phone recording in her back pocket would be more than able to. She wasn't sure if her mother and sister would continue to look into Bill, but just by how he acted, she had no doubt Ford would.
Bill looked as if he were contemplating her answer for a moment before he began chuckling, which soon turned into full blown laughter. Hazel glared at the demon who was holding his sides as he leaned forward one hand resting on his forehead. He was mocking her with his every movement. This was all just some joke to him and she hated temper that Hazel was famous for began bubbling to the surface the longer he laughed. Hazel uncrossed her arms and stepped from the car, taking a defensive stance, her hands balled at her sides.
"What is so damn funny? You obnoxious Bastard. Answer me!" That seemed to have sobered him up, mid laugh his head shot up and he glared at her, all humor gone from his face. His very face seemed to have transformed from a suave gentleman's to a true demons, his eyes shined brighter, where his face was smooth and handsome, he was now thin, his cheeks and chin harshly angled. Dark shadows cast his pale skin from the cars high beams. He straightened from his bent over position, a deep frown etched on his face as he took a step forward. Hazel could feel herself shrinking back slightly in fear and shock, any courage she might have had gone when she saw the fierce look to his eyes.
"You know, no matter what generation, you pines are always rude." Another step forward, Hazel bit her lip as she watched him. "I am an ancient demon!" Another step. "I could cause all of chaos, I could make every one of your dreams come true. Or I could cause your world specifically to crumble." Another step. "I'm the reason you were allowed to be born, I didn't have to accept Dippers deal. I could have simply burned down that filthy shack while they all slept in it." Another step. He was halfway across the clearing now. "But I decided to have mercy on him and his family. I allowed shooting star a chance at life, and I allowed her to have a little litter." Another step, hazel swallowed listening to him talk, his suave facade finally dropping completely as his voice took on a growl at the end of every word. "And this is how I am repaid?! By a brat that doesn't know how to talk to all powerful beings?!" Bill was in her face now, she could smell the cologne on his neck, hell she could smell the bitter tang of blood on his breath.
Hazel gasped and tried to take a step back, her legs connecting with the hood of her car and tripping her. she yelped and fell back on the car in a mock lean, Bill watching her all the while with a malicious grin. Hazel righted herself and brought both hands up to slam into Bills chest, trying to push him back. His hands closed around her wrists and he used his grip to pull her to his chest. One hand was released when he moved a hand to sit at the small of her back. He swung Hazel in a circle, ignoring her suddenly clumsy feet that tripped blindly on the twigs and brush at their feet. He ignored her protests and pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed as close together as they could get, his hold on her wrist and back painful and harsh enough to bruise.
"You see Hazelnut," Bill whispered in her ear, causing shivers to run up her back. "I control everything. Even now, I could snap your spine, I could simply let you go, or I could dance you to death. There are so many things I could do. You getting out of here alive, is not very likely, you dying painfully and bloody, highly likely." He teased her as he spun them in circles, Hazel would whimper in protest from time to time, or hiss when a twig or thorn would catch her bare legs, but she otherwise stayed silent, partly from fear, partly from her own anger bubbling under the surface. "What nothing to say? And I thought you were so fierce and brave. You know your Father-" That was the breaking point, Hazel cut Bills rambling short with a swing at his face, her hand connected with his cheek and he gave a quiet gasp before his eyebrows came together angrily.
In a moment Hazel was thrown from Bill's arms into a large tree her head snapping against the rough bark, the exposed skin on her back from her tank top's opening scraping and gathering splinters from the old wood. She yelled out as her brain connected the pain that was caused by the tree, sliding to the ground caused painful protest from the skin of her back as more bark and splinters scraped their way into the wounds. She looked up dazedly as Bill approached. she moved to stand, her knees barely under her before a hand was wrapped around her neck and pulling her up. A gasp escaped her before she began struggling, Bill had pulled her up to the point that her toes barely touched the ground.
"Don't worry Hazelnut, I'm not going to choke the life out of you, that would be no fun now would it?" He growled then slammed her into the tree once again, knocking what little breath she had left out of her. Within seconds she was on the ground, a foot flying at her stomach, she gasped when the shoe connected and grabbed her stomach. "Whats the matter Hazelnut? No more fight, no more bravery that you were showing just now?" He growled grabbing her hair and dragging her to her knees, her hands wrapped around his wrist as he glared down at her, a yell leaving her as he pulled her higher, a hand connecting with her chest in a harsh punch.
"You see Hazelnut, I am so much more powerful than you, I have been alive more than your tiny brain can imagine. To Kill you will take nothing, and I mean nothing. You are a bug." He growled and grabbed one of her wrist snapping the bone like a twig, earning a scream from her. "Bet you are wondering why you can't come to your dear sisters rescue huh Amber? Well here's the thing, I don't want you interfering, I want you to stay where you are and watch. To learn what happens when you break the rules." Bill shouted towards the bushes where Amber sat unable to move, horror and dread running through her body as she watched him beat her sister to death. "So do me a little favor and watch this." He requested and threw Hazel into the car, her body colliding with the windshield and breaking the protective glass. A broken sob ripped from her as glass slice through her clothes and skin as if she were made of paper. She rolled to her side sticking more glass into her skin, as she struggled to even move.
If she could think coherently, she would be concerned for her sister, but right now all she could think about was the pain and when Bill would decide to just end it. Bill grabbed her by her ankle and drug her off the car like she was a rag doll, leaving behind a smear of blood across the hood, the glass leaving deep lacerations in her side, the thin fabric of her tank top shredded around it.
"What did you think would happen when you called shooting star? That I would just forget it. That the rules would be over looked because of your sibling love? I have rules for a reason. This was to be a game. I was going to keep from laying a hand on any of you until the end. But no, for some reason family is just so damn important to you pines, excuse me gleeful-pines." He said kicking Hazel in the ribs repeatedly several cracks being music to his ears. Amber was horrified, despite the situation, he never rose his voice. Through the beating and berating, he kept a monotone voice, almost as if he were discussing a news report, or a history paper. Amber felt herself begin to shake the longer this went, knowing she was going to see her sister die.
"Why?" Hazel choked out. Bill rose an eyebrow at the fact that she could still talk and knelt down acting as if he was trying to hear her better.
"What was that? You will need to speak up. I didn't quite hear that." He mocked tapping her face to keep her focus on him.
"Why?" Hazel repeated, the simple word causing her pain.
"Why what hazelnut?" He demanded getting impatient again.
"Why thi' game?" Hazel choked out spitting blood from her mouth in his direction managing to hit his face due to the close proximity. Bill chose to ignore the blood and leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face.
"You know what, I decided to start our little game, because I was bored." He said simply with a small shrug, grinning at Hazels shocked expression. "Isn't that funny? You are going to die, because I'm bored playing with my toy." He chuckled tapping his cheek, he sobered up soon enough and stood, purposely stepping on Hazels broken wrist. Bill heard a small whimper and looked down at the girl, an eyebrow raised. "Whats the matter? Too tired to scream?" He asked curiously. Hazel whimpered again as he ground his foot down on the shattered bone and he sighed. "I guess I'm done here really." He said stepping back to admire his handy work. "I guess I'll leave you now." He said A thoughtful look crossing his face "One more thing." He said kneeling to where Hazel lay trying to breathe. He pulled her up by her neck and whispered in her ear. Hazels eyes went wide and she glared at him as best she could as he straightened up and smirked. "Now it's been fun, but uncle Bippers gotta go now, be good, do your homework and be in bed by nine." He said a malicious look shot in Amber's direction, before swinging his foot back to collide with Hazel's face, knocking her out. "one more thing, and this is just for you gemstone, I will continue the game. Remember the rules, and this won't happen again." Bill said with a gesture at Hazel's broken body and a wink at the sobbing sibling in the bushes before he walked off into the woods, disappearing in seconds.
Amber gave a loud gasping sob as she felt movement return to her limbs, breaking off into a run for her sister before she was even sure she cold walk.
"Hazel!" She sobbed out, her hands hesitating to touch her bloodied and broken sister. "Please, please." She whimpered tears freely flowing from her eyes as she watched to see if her sister was still even breathing. When her beaten twin took a ragged breath, Amber could have fainted with relief that she was at least alive. She knew however that now wasn't the time to be happy. "Okay Haze, we need to get you to a hospital." She whispered and scooped up her sister with some difficulty. she wanted to throw up when she felt Hazels blood soak into her shirt, and she felt just how limp her sister was. She grabbed the keys that Hazel has left on the hood of the car and unlocked the broken automobile. After sliding Hazel into the passenger seat Amber took her place in the drivers seat. she shakily tried to put the key into the ignition with some difficulty. After three tries she finally managed to fit the key into its designation with a small cry of victory around her sobs, she started the engine.
The drive to the hospital should have been short, but Amber had to stop several times to trow up or make sure Hazel was breathing. So what felt like an eternity, but was actually less than a half an hour, Amber was stopped at the emergency entrance, technically against the law, but she didn't care about the fine.
She ran on shaky legs through the doors to demand help, claiming that there had been an accident, well more or less screaming at the receptionist that her sister was dying, and being so traumatized that she wasn't able to really explain past a lie of a wreck. She would have followed the Emergency Responders like a lost puppy as they retrieved her sister, but a nurse had come to hold the hysterical girl back claiming that they needed to be able to do their job. So instead she watched helplessly as they took her dying sister away on a gurney to a room that she couldn't reach to operate on her where she couldn't see or help.
Somewhere within the chaos her mother was called, and she showed up still in her pajamas with a tired and confused looking Ford on her heels. Amber stood from her place in the waiting room, her blanket and cup of coffee that a nurse had given her forgotten.
"Amber, what the hell happened?" Mabel demanded grabbing Amber's shoulders, a frantic look to her eyes.
"Mom, I-" A quiet sob ripped through Amber as she stared at her mother, she looked to Ford and back to Mabel before looking at her feet, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. "He just- she- I- I couldn't move, he wouldn't let me." She sobbed quietly shaking her head, unable to get out a proper sentence. Mabel took a deep breath and pulled Amber's face up to look at her.
"I know it's hard, but I need you to tell me what happened. I need to know, please." Mabel pleaded with her child, knowing that she was probably traumatized, if her suspicions were correct. Amber took a deep breath and wiped at her face to rid her cheeks of the hot tears, though they were easily replaced by more.
"Hazel got a text telling her something in the middle of the night last night, and she got up and left. I stole a bike to follow her, I didn't want her left alone. She drove for a long time, a half an hour maybe, and eventually turned on a dirt road." Amber took a deep breath, this bit was easy for her to talk about, it was safe, her sister still was unscathed at this point in the night. "T-then she got out and Bipper was waiting on her it was a unnaturally circular clearing. I didn't want to be seen so I stopped in a bush then it was like I was sh-shackled to the grou-ound." She recounted a few sobs interrupting her at the memory of being so helpless. "They started talking, Hazel was trying to get information from him I think, but he just kept getting more agitated. He would say things about our family, things like we were always an annoyance, awful things and awful threats." Amber had to take a breath as she began to get more worked up. Mabel led her to a chair and sat beside her, un-shed tears sitting in her eyes.
"He-uhm- he, got in Hazels face after a bit and she pushed him, he started leading in some sick waltz! The entire time she never stopped trying to figure out why he did what he did. He went to say something about dad and she punched him, and he just snapped! Mom it was awful, he just started beating on her. He threw her into a tree and started kicking her and punching her and choking her. Then he Threw her into the car and sliced her up horribly." Amber sobbed and shook her head. "He told her the only reason he did this was because he was bored! He was bored so he killed our father and now he probably killed my sister because she was bored." Amber sobbed leaning on her mothers shoulder wails ripping from her chest as she thought about how her sister looked when she was finally able to get to her.
Mabel wrapped her arms around her daughter and tried her best to shush her, trying to hold in her own anger and grief until Amber was either asleep or out of ear shot. Ford sighed and sat in one of the chairs to stair at the door that a few nurses had disappeared trough.
Hours had crawled by like a snail pulling a train, it felt like every time Mabel looked at the clock, the damned hands hadn't moved. She felt like she was being tortured by that damn circle. What kind of monsters left something like that in the waiting room of the ER, She felt she was going crazy. What felt like days, but in reality was only four hours a doctor emerged, a tired look on her face.
"She is stable, but that may not last, her injuries were extensive, the glass in her side cut deep, normally muscle and fat would stop the glass from reaching anything major, but somehow the glass got past what fat tissue and muscle mass she had slicing several organs. Most of her ribs were broken, she had multiple punctures on her left lung, that seemed to be the point of impact in the crash. She had a severe concussion, luckily no bleeding on the brain. Her left wrist and forearm are both completely shattered. The cuts and splinters that she obtained from sliding across the woodland floor had some concerning infection, but we cleaned the wounds, so we will just have to keep an eye on her." The doctor explained running down the list of injuries that Hazel had, Mable listened, her face growing paler the longer she listened, dread filling her eyes, the worst coming to mind.
"Is she going to survive this?" Mabel whimpered, clutching Amber's hand tightly with both of hers. The doctor sighed and looked at the wall behind Mabel for a moment before looking her back in the eye.
"The chances are slim, the fact that she even survived the crash long enough to make it here was a miracle, but there is a high chance that she could pass due to her injuries. Unfortunately, she may become comatose, its too early to tell yet, but you need to really consider that your daughter may die, or never wake up." She told her trying to be gentle, but also knowing that there was no use sugar coating it. Mable gave a choked sob and leaned on Amber who looked too drained to cry anymore. A nurse walked out with a small bio-hazard bag that held Hazels surprisingly intact cell phone, that case it had been in was destroyed, but the phone was fine.
"Nothing else was able to be saved, but this was fine, and its policy to give personal effects that can be salvaged back to the family." The nurse explained holding the phone out to them. Ford politely thanked her and took the electronic when it became clear that neither Mabel nor Amber would be reaching for it. He stood, staring at the dark screen for several moments before slipping the phone in his pocket.
"Since she is cleared from surgery, she is able to be seen if you would like." The doctor said after a few moments, "Her room number is S308." She added before walking out with a quiet apology. Mabel gave a heaving sigh and stood with the help of Amber, her legs suddenly feeling like Jelly.
The walk to Hazels room was silent, save for sniffles from Mabel from time to time. When she walked through the door, she almost collapsed. He baby, her child, lay on a bed, whiter than the sheets that wrapped around her, several Ivs stuck in her arms, supplying her blood or morphine or some other fluid her body would need. A breathing mask was taped to her face, a heart monitor beeped quietly and a second machine forced air into her body through the mask. Amber averted her eyes as she caught her mother and helped her to a chair by the bed.
"Oh Hazel." She whispered and took her uninjured hand, running her thumbs over the bruised and pale skin. Mabel shook her head, an angry look crossing her face the longer she stared at her bed ridden daughter. "Bill is going to pay for this." She growled out, her tone making clear that she wanted blood. Amber watched her mother for a moment and shook her head her own anger rearing, but she knew Hazel didn't need that right now.
"I'm going to go get some coffee momma." She whispered turning to the door, Ford placed a hand on her shoulder and she nodded in thanks to his comfort. "I'll be right back, keep an eye on her." Amber whispered, leaving the hospital room when Ford promised to do as she asked. She wondered the halls until she found what looked like a lounge, a coffee maker waiting to be used, surrounded by different kinds of coffee and things to mix in. She started a pot with a heavy sigh, staring at the dark liquid as it dripped slowly down into the glass pitcher. The room was silent aside from the burbling and dripping of the drink that was currently spreading a comforting smell through the room.
When her phone buzzed loudly in her pocket, disturbing the quiet, Amber jumped and almost flung the foam cup she was holding. She took a deep breath to calm herself and looked to the lit screen. Frowning when she saw a number made up of all zeroes.
"What?" She grumbled and opened the text screen. Her face paling as she realized who it was.
'Hello Little Gem' She read
'What do you want Bill?' she responded feeling her anger spike at the nickname he gave her.
'I think that I was a little harsh on your sister, from what I understand she may not survive, much less wake up. Maybe I could have gone a little easier on her.'
'Yeah you could have, you could have let her walk away unscathed, you could have let our father live, hell you could have just left us alone!'
'Maybe, but wheres the fun in that, look little gem, I've done some thinking, and I want to make a deal with you. No harm will come to you, girl scouts honor.'
Amber frowned at the screen, trying to figure out if she should hold the demon to what he was saying. After a few minutes of deliberation she found her fingers moving across the screen, typing out a reply.
'What kind of deal?'
'I cant tell you over a typed message :P '
'What the hell do you mean?'
'Look, just come meet me and I'll tell you ^-^ '
Amber glared at the screen slightly annoyed that the demon had learned emojis and that he was treating the situation as a set up for a tea date. She was half tempted to refuse his offer, and she was positive that he knew, because moments later a text lit her screen up once more.
'Look, if you come, if you make a deal with me, I can assure you that Hazelnut will make a miraculous recover, most of her wounds will heal and she will wake up and be fine, it will be like she was touched by an angel, or rather an angle LOL XD '
Amber groaned at the pun and stared at the screen for a moment silently deliberating.
'I'll even fix your car for you 3 '
'Where?'
Her screen pinged and Amber read the coordinates with a nod she left the hospital, the still running coffee forgotten.

AN: Wow okay that is a lot of words, and a lot of editing. There may be some typos or mispellings. I'm sorry if there are '^.^ anyway, once again sorry it took so long, I seriously had this written like two weeks ago, laptops screen has just been refusing to work long enough for me to edit. Anyway, feel free to leave a comment, if the lap top let me, I'm gonna try to write again soon, but as always, stay safe, stay awesome~

Fangy. =^,...,^=