"Tick tock." The voice continued to speak over the intercom, as Alejandro had only a few more seconds to make his decision, before the killer would make it for him. Thoughts flooded his mind, as he had to quickly compare the pros and cons of the situation, but what it really boiled down to what his morale. "Five… four…"

He had only a few seconds left, as his heart continued to race. Would Heather be safe with the others? He considered the possibility of running after Duncan and Gwen to return the favour, but that seemed to be the more risky decision. "Three… two…"

"One!" Alejandro had made a sprint towards the door, having made his decision. Bursting through it, the killer laughed over the intercom as Alejandro bolted to the front of the cabin door, knowing he needed to rush there in time, or they both would potentially be sawed in half, and he had already witnessed enough of that. "Gwen! Duncan!" He exclaimed, as he had opened the front door, and was running across the snowy trail.

He panted, as the snow had gotten lighter compared to before, which made his sprint much easier. He dodged leaves, branches and other logs in the way, and wiped the sweat off of his face while continuing to exert himself.

The temperature had gotten lower, and he could see the mist come out from his breath as he panted heavily, pushing himself further and further to get to the cabin on time. He had never ran this fast in his life, and it wasn't to save himself either. "Mierda!" He exclaimed, as his path had been blocked by a nearby creek.

He looked around, and noticed a large barrel lying in the water, and had no choice but to run across it. Gulping, he dashed across the barrel, which spun in the water, but he had managed to jump off before he would fall into the water. "Close one."

Alejandro stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath, but looked on forward and continued to make his run.

"Ugh." The juvenile delinquent rubbed his head, as his eyes began to flicker, as the loud noises of a machine which appeared to come above him. "Gwen?" He looked straight ahead, as his vision began to adjust as he noticed the pasty goth lying head down on the table in front of him, and let out a deep sigh after feeling a pain in his head.

He attempted to rub his head, but noticed as his left arm had been shackled to the wooden chair he was sitting on, and pushed against it in an attempt to free himself. "W-what? What the hell? What the hell is going on? You better let me out of this thing!"

Duncan continued to take note of his surroundings, and noticed a small silver handgun placed on the table in front of him. "The hell?" He yawned, and grabbed it, and fired it down onto the clamp which had his hand locked in place. He fired two shots, but was incredibly frustrated when it would not set him free.

"Careful Duncan," a familiar voice spoke over the intercom, which had awoken Gwen, "you wouldn't want to waste those. Our game can't finish if those run out, and I don't think you'd want it all to end over something so trivial like that."

Duncan gasped in fear, as he looked up and noticed as a saw was slowly being dropped down over the two. "Oh my God!"

"Huh?" The goth had awoken, and attempted to brush the hair out of her face, but was shocked after realising that her hands had been shackled down into the chair, and let out a few cries for help after noticing this. "Oh my gosh, what the hell is happening? Duncan? Why is there… a saw… a gun… trapped… oh my gosh, we're going to die, aren't we?"

Gwen shook her head and let out a few cries in a panic, while attempting to break free, while Duncan too was frightened for his life. "Now there my little test subjects, let's calm down before we rush into things, okay? You wouldn't want to mishear my instructions."

"What the hell do you want from us?" Duncan groaned, noticing as the saw continued to approach them, which worried him tremendously, as a few tears began to drop down from his eyes. "Let me out of here, for crying out loud!"

The goth continued to wail, not afraid to express her emotions. "Oh my God, Duncan! You can't let me die…" She broke into tears, too fearing for her life.

"Now, I'm going to explain the rules of this experiment." The killer began to explain over the intercom, while Duncan and Gwen had silenced, while still attempting to break free from the shackles which held them down. "Duncan, in front of you is a gun, which I'm sure you've noticed by now. You must make a decision. You must either shoot the lovely Gwen before you, or shoot yourself. If you don't make a decision in time, or run out of bullets, the motivation above you will soon split both of your skulls in half, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that. So, there you have it. I'll give you two sometime to discuss your game plan…"

The killer let out a menacing chuckle, as the two were both left in a state of shock. Duncan held the gun in his hand, knowing he had to make a decision, but couldn't bring himself to commit suicide, or fire it at Gwen. "Fuck…"

The door slammed behind the three escaping up the stairs, as they headed straight to the top floor, finding themselves in the attic. Geoff had pushed a large chest of drawers in front of the door, and ran his fingers through his hair as he had attempted to catch his hair. "Dudes, what about Alejandro? Is he okay down there?"

"He better be," Heather shook her head, not wanting to break down in front of the others. "Why the hell would you people let him do that?"

"What are you talking about?" Bridgette raised her eyebrows, annoyed with Heather's remark. "We didn't make him do anything! That was his own decision!"

Heather folded her arms, annoyed with her response. "He only made it because he had to look out for you two whores. I swear to God, if anything happens to him, I will never, ever forgive you two pathetic excuses for human beings."

"Why are you lashing out at us?" Bridgette wiped a tear from her eyes, as the burden of their situation had set in. "How can you be so mean when we're fighting for our lives over here? This is beyond wrong… even for you, Heather!"

The Queen Bee scrunched up her face, attempting to prevent herself from crying, but ultimately couldn't control herself. She dropped onto her knees and began to bawl into her chest, while Bridgette and Geoff exchanged concerning glances. Her wailing was loud, and they didn't know what to do in this situation.

"Heather," Bridgette kneeled down to her, and put her arm on her shoulder, "I didn't mean to go off at you like that… I'm sorry."

Heather forcefully latched her arms around Bridgette, as her tears continued to drop down, this time landing on the blonde's shoulder. "I… I'm a monster… This is all my doing… I'm the one who bossed him around, I'm the one who's been a total bitch to all of you… I'm the one who pranked Sierra… I'm the one… the one who's caused all of this mess…"

Bridgette petted Heather's back, attempting to console her. "Hey, it's alright… we're here now."

"No it's not!" Heather shook her head, sniffling loudly as she tried to express her thoughts. "I am a horrible person. In fact, my fucking mess of emotions is probably alerting the killer to us right now… and we're going to die… just like Courtney and Trent. Our friends are dying, Bridgette, and I'm not even going to bitch about how I'm actually considering them my friends… this is serious!"

"I've made people's lives hell, and for what?" Heather continued to cry into Bridgette's arms, barely controlling herself. "I've been living a bitch, and I'm going to die like one… I've lost two people I've bonded with incredibly… this is all real, and this is all my fault…"

Geoff interjected, attempting to take some of the weight off her shoulders. "Heather, you weren't the one responsible for the uh, Sierra thing…" Geoff let out a deep sigh, holding deep regrets for his actions.

"I was a part of it…" Heather continued with what she was saying, while Bridgette attempted to keep her relaxed. "You weren't even going to go through with it if I didn't pressure you into doing it, Geoff, so yes, this is my fault… what if Sierra didn't run away? What if we had her with us today? What if we were all alive and breathing? Why does karma have to punish us like this?"

Bridgette let out a deep sigh, as she too cracked, and continued to release a set of tears, while Heather continued latching onto her for support. "This isn't karma getting back at us… this is some sick twisted freak coming for us… d-don't blame yourself, Heather…"

"How can't I?" Heather replied, as she pulled away from the hug, and pushed herself up onto her feet. Walking around the room, Heather began to rummage through draws, desperately searching for something. "I need to talk to her. I need to apologize. I don't give a flying fuck whether it's late or not, I need to do this."

Bridgette didn't want to seem mean in this situation, but had to express her thoughts. "How do you expect to do that? I don't want to be a bitch or anything, but we don't have time for this. We need to get out of here. I can't let anyone else die, y'know?"

Geoff rested his arm on Bridgette's shoulder, attempting to keep her relaxed. "It's alright, babe. She needs to do what she needs to do. And so do I…"

Heather had managed to pull out an old, wooden Ouija Board from a cardboard box, and place it forcefully onto a nearby table. Bridgette continued with her worries, while Heather was deadest on doing this. "I know and understand, babe, but… we don't have time…"

"Alejandro has bought us some time," Geoff let out a sigh, not wanting to waste precious time which someone had risked his life to give them, but knew he needed to clear his conscience, "and I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Bridgette frowned, and took a seat at the table as Geoff followed, as Heather took a few deep breaths and wiped the tears from her face. "A Ouija Board? Okay, I'm getting an incredibly bad feeling about this already…"

Geoff rubbed his hand across her back, attempting to keep her calm. "Babe, it's alright. Nothing bad will come out of this, just trust me."

"If you say so," Bridgette still felt uneasy about what they were doing, but was forced to go along with it, not wanting to seem disrespectful. "Who exactly are we trying to contact here?"

"Sierra." Heather replied, as she instructed the two others to place their fingertips over the faded wooden pointer, as the room was only lit by a few candles. "Ugh, now let me ask. Who am I speaking to?"

The three were met with a blank response, which left Bridgette especially disappointed, while Geoff and Heather attentively focused on the board. Right before Bridgette was about to lift her fingers and give up, the pointed started moving, which startled them all. "Oh my god, oh my god," Bridgette exclaimed at this.

Heather began to read out the letters as it moved. "F… R… I.. E… N… D…"

"Friend?" Geoff gasped, realising he was communicating with at least one of them who had passed on. "Which one?"

The pointer took a small break, and then continued to move across the board, pointing to individual letters more. "J… A… N… U… A… R… Y… 13… The 13th of January? What the hell? That's today…" Heather raised her eyebrows, confused by this piece of information.

Bridgette gasped, as she connected the dots in mind, and came to a realisation of what the message was communicating to them. "January 13th, 2014. That's the night… Sierra… that's the night she ran into the woods…"

Heather and Geoff exchanged glances, interested in this information. "Sierra, is that you?" Heather was still slightly uncertain about this, but she tracked once again as the pointer continued to move, spelling out a three letter word. "Yes… it is her…"

"I can't believe it," Bridgette was still in shock that this was actually happening, and wasn't one to believe in the occult. "She really is dead."

"I need to tell you something, important…" Heather let out a deep sigh, as she needed to express this dearly so hopefully, she would be able to move on from the event. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Sierra… that wasn't my intention. It was an immature prank, and I should not have let it happen, and I'm so sorry for everything… and you need to know that."

Bridgette put her arm around Heather's shoulder, attempting to console her. "Hey, it's okay…"

Geoff also commented, expressing his apology. "Sierra… that was totally a crappy thing for me to do. I was such an idiot, and only cared about myself… and I didn't know you actually liked me, so I'm so sorry for going through with this… I hope you can like, forgive me in some way, man… uh, girl… Yeah, I'm sorry… truly…" Geoff shook his head, and was taken off guard as the pointer once again began to move across the board.

"She's saying something!" Bridgette payed closer attention, and began to spell out the word. "I understand?"

Duncan held the cold gun in his hands, and shook his head, not wanting to make a decision on who's life he would take. "No, no, no. What the hell is wrong with you? How can you force us to make a decision like this?"

"I'm not." The voice once again returned over the intercom, sending the chills down both of their spines. "You're free to not make any decision, and put the gun down… but don't expect to remain in whole, if you understand what I'm saying. But if you value your life, point the gun and shoot her. But wait, isn't she your affair? Don't you care about her? How could you live knowing you let her die before your eyes? Why don't you shoot yourself?"

"Shut up!" Duncan slammed the gun against the table, not wanting to make a decision, while Gwen continued to bawl into tears at their situation.

"Duncan…" She sniffled, and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's okay. You can shoot me."

Duncan raised his eyebrows, shocked by this information, and held the gun in his hands. "What the hell, Gwen? Why would you want me to do that?"

"Please, Duncan…" Gwen shook her head, as Duncan put it closer to his own skull and wanted to take the prize herself. "If it's the last thing I do, please let it be saving you. I've already made so many mistakes, and I need to pay for them. You don't deserve to die for trying to save me… so let me repay you the favour…"

Duncan groaned, knowing that he could shoot Gwen and save his own life, knowing he'd feel less remorse since he'd be granting her what she wished for. But he couldn't do that. He cared far too much about her to let her die like this, and believed she deserved a second chance at life. "Gwen, I can't do that… Alright?"

Gwen shook her head, wanting to be shot. "No, don't say that… Let me do this, Duncan, for you."

"No, let me do this for you…" Duncan pointed the gun closer to his head, resting his finger on the trigger. "Gwen, I like you. As sorry as I am for what I've to Courtney, you're the one my heart's been set on. I care about you a lot… You know what? No. It's more than that. Let me tell you this loudly and clearly, alright?"

Gwen raised an eyebrow, confused by his speech. "What are you saying?"

"I love you, Gwen." Duncan broke into tears, as he got closer and closer to pulling the trigger on himself. "And I can't let you die like this…"

"No," Gwen attempted to force her hands out of this, and turn the gun onto her instead, as the saw continued dropping closer, with the sound becoming more unbearable, "you can't do this for yourself. Courtney needs you, the others need you… I'm just me… just shoot me already, please Duncan, please."

"I need you, Gwen…" Duncan wanted them both to stay alive, but as this rate he knew that possibility would be unlikely. The saw continued to drop, and he knew he would have to fire the gun at some point.

Finally approaching the cabin, Alejandro bent over, resting his arms on his legs, taking deep breaths in order to catch his breath. He was dripping in sweat, but still knew he had to fight through this if he wanted to save his friends. He walked up closer to the cabin door, and looked down, noticing an orange flare gun on the floor.

"This could come in handy," he spoke, and picking up the weapon, he shoved it deep into his back pocket, and walked up closer to the door while putting his hands around the knob and attempted to twist it open.

He groaned, realising it was locked, and could hear screaming from the floors above him. "Gwen! Duncan!" He yelled out, knowing that they were still alive, and he still had the opportunity to save them. "I'm coming!"

Alejandro knew he couldn't enter the cabin from this way, so he had to find another entrance. He scoped around, and remembered that there was an entrance from the back, and ran off the deck while running through the deep winter snow, panting as he needed to get there fast, or they might no longer be alive.

Alejandro forcefully twisted the back doorknob, and was relieved as he realised that it opened. He let out a deep sigh, and walked in, taking a look at his surroundings. He appeared to be in a laundry room of some sorts, as there were spilled bottles of bleach and laundry detergent, along with appliances including a washing machine and drier, which appeared to have old clothes still inside the machines.

"Sierra's beanie…" Alejandro ran his hand along a counter, recognizing a bloodstained material, and sighed. "She is still missed dearly."

Opening the door in front of him, Alejandro found himself at a much more familiar area, and noticed a tall fleet of stairs beside him, and found himself cautiously walking up them, not wanting to alert the killer in case he arrived. He made his way to the top floor, and could hear through a door Duncan and Gwen's pleas.

Having a grip on the flare gun in case, he pushed open the door and was shocked at the sight, watching as the saw dropped lower, and Duncan held the gun in his hand. "Gwen? Duncan?" He let out a gasp.

"Alejandro!" Gwen called out from her table, attempting to break free from her shackles. "Oh my god, you have to help us! This sick bastard is trying to make us play a game… and if Duncan doesn't shoot one of us… we'll die…"

Alejandro recognized that blood-stained saw, which had previously sliced through Trent's torso region, which had split his body in half. Alejandro looked away, and looked around the room trying to find a button which would stop the saw. "Crap, there's nothing in here!" He slammed his head on a fist, and looked up while trying to follow the wiring from the saw, in an attempt to locate where it came from so he could tear it out. "Stay calm, I'll find a way out of this!"

Alejandro walked out of the room they were in, while the two continued pleading for their lives, as Alejandro noticed a room in front of him where the wire crept into. He noticed it was locked, and tried to barge through, as on the other side stood a familiar masked figure.

The killer opened the door, which caused Alejandro to shriek as he fell down, and noticed the figure above him, which held a large knife. He kicked himself back, and pulled out the flare gun, ready to fire at the man.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The killer warned him, as Alejandro had pushed himself onto his feet, and held the gun straight at the killer. "You'd be harming more than just me… probably yourself and your friends."

"You're bluffing." Alejandro replied. He knew the danger of Flare Guns, but if he didn't shoot the killer, more of his friends would just get harmed. "Let my friends go now, and maybe I'll let you live much longer in a prison cell."

The killer chuckled, holding out his knife. "That's not how things work here, Alejandro. You follow my rules, or your friends die!"

Duncan attempted to shout out from the room he was in, as the saw was getting alarmingly close, and he didn't want to shoot anyone. "Alejandro! What the hell is going on out there? Hurry up before we die!"

"Oh, wouldn't it be delicious if he did die?" The killer laughed, as Alejandro continued to slowly back up as the killer approached, the boy ready to fire the Flare Gun and end things once and for all. "You won't shoot me. You're too scared. You never amounted to anything anyway. You were always the inferior to your brother."

Alejandro's grip got firmer, as he was both annoyed and shocked with the information the killer had known about him. "Don't you fucking bring Jose into this, you twisted animal."

"I wouldn't speak to me in that tone." The killer replied. "I am the one who has all of your lives wrapped around my finger…" He chuckled, while holding a button which once pressed, would free Gwen and Duncan.

"I'm the one who's about to end yours." Alejandro continued to clench the Flare Gun, and fire it at the killer. "So you let my friends go now, or you'll be burning like the fourth of July, and we'll be getting out of here either way."

"You fire that thing and we both die." The killer replied, attempting to get Alejandro to rethink the decision he was about to make. "Someone's going to die, and you can't change that. You fire that gun, you'll be going down with me. If you put it down, maybe I'll let you live. But don't think Gwen and Duncan are getting out of this one… you really put yourself in quite the situation."

The saw began to drop down closer and closer, only inches away from tearing through their skulls, while they cringed as they anticipated the shredding of the rusty saw. Duncan wasn't ready to shoot, believing that Alejandro would be able to save them, but Alejandro wasn't quite sure of that anymore.

"Don't… don't try to trick me…" Alejandro began to sweat, knowing he needed to make a fast decision. He could fire the Flare Gun at the killer, knowing that would likely kill himself, but it would bring an end to the Killer's wrath, and would set fire to the wires, stopping the saw, or cause the button to be pressed. Or he could put the gun down, and not risk his own life, but with leave Gwen and Duncan still in jeopardy, and the killer lurking free.

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ALSO, INCASE YOU'RE WONDERING WHY THE OPTION WAS FOR ALEJANDRO TO RUN DESPITE HAVING MORE VOTES TO STAY AT THE CABIN ON , THIS STORY IS ALSO POSTED ON TWO WIKIAS, SO I ACCOUNT ALL THE VOTES FROM THE THREE SOURCES BEFORE WRITING IN THE DECISION. J