Chapter 14
Another one dead. This time I did not directly murder them though. I got to see it happen, which was fun. Craig, that boring kid who always gave people the finger, he deserved to be dead. They all do, I must get back to work.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Kenny yelled, shaking Craig's body for no reason. It was not like he could be resuscitated, his head was lying on the floor next to his body, eyes staring upwards, blood seeping from the neck.
"Why?" Wendy cried, standing over Craig's body and scraping the hair out of her face. "Why?"
Butters stormed back into the house, blood on his hands and chest.
"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT FROM US?" He bellowed up the stairs. "WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU."
"Butters, get away from there!" Kyle ran in after him and dragged him away. "Are you a fucking idiot? You don't fucking talk to them! What is wrong with you?"
"What do they want Kyle?" Butters screeched. "What do they want?"
"I don't know!" He shouted, smearing blood on his face as he tried to control him. "I don't fucking know, ok?"
"...Ehem." Cartman nudged Wendy in the ribs. "At least you didn't have to show him your tits."
"...I don't believe..." Wendy stared at him, shocked. "CRAIG'S JUST DIED!" She screamed. "YOUR FRIEND HAS JUST DIED AND YOU'RE MAKING JOKES." She pushed him and Stan stepped over the body to move them out of the way.
"Can we not fight here please?" Stan asked, trying to recover from what had just happened. "There's a metal wire about a meter away from you which has just killed someone."
He pushed past them and ran back into the living room, returning with a pair of gardening shears.
"Stan, what are you doing?" Wendy asked as he edged towards the wire.
"Cutting it so no one else gets beheaded." Stan spat, raising the shears to the wire and covering his face.
"Stan that's dangerous!" Wendy shrieked.
"Yeah well so is this whole situation." Stan replied and pushed her backwards as he cut the wire in one swift motion. It bounced backwards, narrowly missing the top of his head and then sprung to the sides of the doorway. He turned to hug Wendy as she began to cry.
"I don't like this." She shook her head.
"I don't think anyone does." Kenny hissed and Stan gave him a look.
"We need to stick together." Stan beckoned Kyle and Butters over. "If we stay together then we are less likely to... Die."
"Well what the hell are we going to do?" Kyle snapped. "We can't go and get help, there's no service. There's people trying to murder us, what are you suggesting, we just keep enjoying our little vacation?"
"No." Stan shook his head, closing the double doors. "We murder them."
"We each have a weapon." Stan announced a few minutes later when they were all gathered in the kitchen. "Kyle you have a kitchen knife, Kenny, a hammer, Wendy I'll give you a bat, Butters, you take the trophy, Cartman you have the candlestick and I will have my dad's gun."
"Why do I have a fucking candlestick?" Cartman whined. "What am I supposed to do? Set people on fire."
"Hit people with it." Stan corrected him.
"Why does Kyle get a knife?" Cartman moaned, glaring at him.
"Because no one trusts you with a knife Cartman." Stan told him. "Actually, Wendy you have the gun, that way you can shoot rather than fight."
He handed her the gun and took the bat from her. Wendy narrowed her eyes at him.
"You don't think I can fight?" Wendy asked him, fiercely.
"Well... Yes I do, but I'd much rather you be safe than sorry." Stan told her. "It's loaded okay, don't go shooting at anything though, these bullets are precious."
"I have whistles as well." Stan continued. "If you think you are in danger or see or hear anything, one sharp blow and we will all come running."
"Hold on, I thought you said we were sticking together?" Cartman panicked, looking from face to face.
"If we stick together it will be easier for anyone to move around. If we split up we can corner them." Stan told him.
"You were always the bossy one." Kenny sighed from under his parka and Stan gave him a look.
"You won't be saying that when we're out of here safe." He retorted. "Right, Wendy and I will go upstairs and check the bedrooms. Kyle and Kenny can do downstairs and Cartman and Butters can do outside."
"Craig's just died out there!" Cartman exclaimed. "Do you want us killed?"
"I've just cut the wire." Stan cried. "As long as your careful and look everywhere you go, you'll be fine. Just cover the perimeter the house."
"So we're going in pairs?" Kenny asked.
"No, split up, it's just so we cover the whole house." Stan informed everyone. "I can only urge you to be careful, please don't do anything rash guys."
"I love you all." Butters piped up, looking fondly at his trophy as if he had actually won an award.
"Little bit gay but ok." Stan nodded and everyone split.
People ran off in all different directions and began scouting out rooms. Fear had almost been demolished by the fact that the group now had weapons. There were people inside of doorways and out. People dashing around and people tiptoeing. People hiding their weapons and some with them on guard. But in between the frantic rush of feet and shed of sweat, danger was brewing. No one was paying attention to what was really happening and were completely unaware that one of the team was in fact a murderer.
One of them was clever, if the rest were dumb. One of them was evil, if the rest were good. One of them was dead if the rest were alive.
Because yet another body lay stone cold on the kitchen table. No one had stuck together, so no one could help them now...