Here's another chapter! Woohoo! Are you excited?! I'm excited! I love this story very much and I wish it could never end but it has to or else we'd have a neverending story! O_O Btw, I love that movie, The Neverending Story. I love the song too! It's amazing!
Warnings: OOCness, Errors, and Long-ish
Emotions In This Chapter: Fear, Anger, Sadness, Denial, and Bitchiness. You have been warned. Again. Sort of.
ENJOY AND PARTY HARD! I DID MY BEST AND I AM SORRY IF I FUCKED UP OR PUT SOMETHING YOU DISLIKED!
OH! Btw, should Emily die in the chapter before the last one ever (last chapter will be the interviews plus a couple years later; one before it being when they are rescued) or should she survive to be interviewed? I planned on letting everyone live but I feel like some people would be happy to see someone from the group die so should Emily live or should she die?
[Chris's P.O.V.]
I followed the stranger down the snowy path, heading to the shed. I guess he's been around here long enough to know where to go. "So... How many times do I have to shoot it with this shotgun before it's dead?" I asked. He wasn't telling me much so asking questions will let me know something and not, well, nothing.
"Well, you'd be shooting a long time," he replied.
"Y-You mean this thing won't even kill it?" I questioned him. Why the hell did he give me this if it isn't going to kill it?
"No...but it'll slow it down," he said as he continued to walk in front of me.
"But how do you kill it?" I asked. That's something I really need to know.
"They don't like fire," he stated.
"I don't like fire," I countered with that statement. I needed more than just that.
"They fear it and it can kill them if you have to. See, their skin is like...it's like tough armor unless you burn it off first," he explained. What? Seriously?
"That's gross..." I mumbled. It kinda was. We walked down the path in silence for a few moments because I asked him another question. "What are these things like? I mean are they just crazy unpredictable or can you figure out what they're gonna do?"
"Well..." he started. "They adhere to some patterns...like any animal...or human."
I was a bit confused. "Wh- You mean, like how? Like they've got schedules?"
"Well, they only hunt at night," he said. Oh great... Just great...
"Why?" I asked.
"I didn't ask," he replied. Okay then...
"Any, uh, pro Wendigo tips?" I asked as we got closer to where the shed was. "Like if I rub garlic all over me, they won't be able to smell me or something?"
"They'll still smell you," he stated.
He didn't seem to get what I was asking. "Anything like that?" I asked.
"They can't see you if you're standing still," he stated. "It's like toads. Sight is based on changes of movement in their field of vision."
This was good information; really good to know and I need to keep that in mind. "So if I don't move, I-I-I'm basically invisible."
We reached the shed as the stranger responded to what I said. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't recommend testing it out...unless you have no other choice." We walked around and went right to where Josh had been tied up at. There was blood on the ground from where Josh had been but he wasn't here and the stool he had sat on was knocked over and broken. Damn it!
"What happened?" I whispered to myself. No... No, he has to be in here somewhere. Hazel is going to fucking kill me when I get back if those Wendigo things don't. I looked around inside the shed and I didn't see him anywhere. Fuck. "He gone...!" I can't believe this... "We're too late!"
"Shh! Quiet!" the stranger told me in a hushed tone. I stopped talking and I heard a shrieking sound coming from the woods. That must be the Wendigo. "We gotta go. Right now."
I shook my head. "No, we gotta find Josh. He could still be out here!" I can't leave my best friend and I can't...I can't face Hazel and tell her that I failed to help him... This is bad.
The stranger chuckled. "First, the Wendigo, he'll render you immobile and then, he strips the skin off of your entire body, piece by piece, and then, he keeps you alive and aware as he feasts on your organs, one piece at a time."
I swallowed and moved back over to where he was. "So, the Lodge, then."
"Let's go now," he said, walking out first. "It might still be near." He walked away a bit and then stopped. I followed him and when I got to him, he gasped...or something. "Wait!" I froze. "Don't...move..." I wanted to look around but I stood still. "Be very quiet." I remained still until he started to move. I slowly followed him. Suddenly, he shouted. "RUN! GO! NOW, NOW!" We both started to run but we didn't get very far. The thing was right in front of us and it was ugly. The guy used his flamethrower and it jumped away somewhere.
"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK?!" It came out of fucking nowhere. I thought we were good! Why did he move!? We should have remained still the whole time!
"BACK! BACK!" the guy shouted as he used his flamethrower some more. I was scared, I gotta be honest. I wouldn't be surprised if I just suddenly shit my pants. "We're right out in the open." He had stopped using his flamethrower. I moved a little ways away from him and I was close to just sprinting down the path. "We gotta get out of here!" I was about to start running when I heard him grunt. I looked at him and saw blood squirting out of his neck.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I backed away from where the guy was as he dropped to his knees and his head fell to the ground, followed by his body slumping down to the ground. "Oh shit..." I'm in this shit alone now. I can't die here.
The Wendigo started jumping at me from near where the guy had died. I shot it and it flew back a bit. I turned around and started to run down the path. As I ran down the path I was taking, I looked back ever so often to see if it was right behind me. I couldn't see it but I know it was still around. I watched where I was running and managed to roll underneath a tree branch before I busted my face open or something. I turned around right afterwards to see the Wendigo standing on that branch. It leaped at me and I shot it again, making it fly back and hit the branch before it hit the snow. "Yeah! Suck it!" I went back to run in the opposite direction of where it was laying. I jumped down a small drop but I landed wrong, hurting my right ankle. "Shit!" I looked up to see the Wendigo on top of something in front of me; I don't care what the fuck it is it's on. It leaped at me once more and I shot it once more. It landed on the ground and it jumped at me again. I shot it once more and it flew backwards again. I wish it would just stay the fuck down!
I limply ran towards the door of the lodge. I don't know which door it was but I was hoping someone was nearby. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I saw Ash from through the window of the door. "Ash! Ash!" She quickly got the door open and I got in. I saw that I was pretty much in the main room of the lodge with Ashley now. Okay. Don't care. "Oh, thank God!" Ashley moved away a bit and I closed the door. "Oh my God!"
"Chris! Oh my God, what happened?!" Ashley asked me.
I started pushing her back as I looked towards the door. "We gotta go. That thing was, like, right behind me." It came into view of the door and it started leaping forward. We both started running, sorta, as Ashley screamed. "Go, go, go, go, go!" I yelled. We both headed to the basement as quickly as we could. We met Mike halfway.
[Hazel's P.O.V.]
I watched, while leaning against the fence that happened to be a part of the room Sam, Bitch, and I are in; actually I was in here in this part of the basement most of the time during the prank...I think, as Mike, Ashley, and Chris finally arrived to where the rest of us were, here in the damn basement. I fucking hate this basement and this room. It's where Josh and I watched everyone on the monitors via cameras around the lodge. I wish the prank never happened... Wait a second...
I frowned as I realized Josh wasn't with them. Hell, I wasn't just frowning. I was close to tears and I was glaring at Chris. Chris was suppose to get Josh! Josh was suppose to be here with all of us, safe! I can't believe this! No one seemed to notice that I am visibly upset.
"Oh my God! Guys! Thank God!" Emily exclaimed. Go suck a cock, bitch. Okay, yes, I am happy that nothing happened to Mike, my sister, or Chris, but I am pissed and upset that Josh is...gone. I can feel the tears ready to fall down my cheeks. I'm just...holding them in for as long as I can. I am going to fucking kill Chris when we get the hell out of here. He fucking let Josh die!
"What took you so long?!" Sam exclaimed.
Chris moved to sit down somewhere, limping as he did. "It's not so good up there right now-"
"Understatement of the night," Mike said.
"Chris, where's the flamethrower guy?" Sam asked. Oh... Yeah... That dude wasn't here either... I didn't really care about that though... I might later but right now... Just... I can't believe Josh is fucking gone... Maybe he is still out there, alive somewhere... Who knows... Chris probably doesn't even fucking know...
"Ah... Yeah... He uh..." Chris mumbled out.
"He didn't make it...?!" Ashley exclaimed.
"Oh no!" Emily exclaimed.
"What happened?" Sam asked.
"The thing, it...tore him apart..." Chris said. "Right in front of me..." Oh God, I hope Josh didn't die as horribly as that guy!
I gotta know for sure if Josh really is gone or not... He could still be alive...hopefully. "C-Chris... W-Why isn't J-Josh with you?" My glare was long gone...
He looked at me, sadly. "I tried, Hazel. When we got there, he was already gone... I wanted to stay and look for him but...the Wendigo came and I couldn't stick around or I would have died just like that guy... I'm sorry."
I let the tears fall. "Oh my God... Josh..." I covered my mouth. That thing must have gotten him as soon as Mike was gone... I can't believe this... He didn't deserve to die...not because of some...dumb prank. No... No, no, no... If we hadn't done the prank, none of us would be here and none of us would be dead. Because of Josh and I... Josh, some stranger, and, I think, Jess are dead. How did Josh and I not know about the Wendigo while we were here, setting up everything...? I can't believe this is happening...
"Hazel..." Sam said. I glanced at her to see her reaching to touch my shoulder. I moved away. I didn't want her, or anyone, to touch me. I want to grieve alone. "...It'll be okay, Hazel." No, it fucking won't be okay! Josh is gone and our kid isn't going to ever meet him... We'll be alone...
"Just leave her be, Sam..." Ashley said softly. I just continued to cry to myself. No one cared about Josh as much as I do...did...whichever... Oh, Josh... I am still hoping...that you are still alive somewhere... Maybe it just dragged you off... No, it probably just killed you right away... I'm probably just...in denial, I guess... I don't know anymore... I don't know...
[Ashley's P.O.V.]
I feel bad... Josh is gone and I don't like seeing Hazel so upset... She needs her space...but I just want to hug her tightly... I continued to frown and I looked away from her.
"Alright. These all the doors?" Mike asked, running around.
"Yeah," Sam replied.
"Are you sure?" he asked, still running around and checking.
"What are you looking for?" Sam asked.
"Another way out," he stated.
"Mike... I really don't think that's a good idea. We should stay put, right here, until dawn," Sam said. Mike looked around where the monitors were; the monitors were showing different parts of the lodge... I'm assuming Josh and Hazel had spied on us from here during everything... "At least we're safe down here..."
"Oh? Yeah? All wrapped up like a little present with a bow on top for that thing to tear us apart on Christmas morning?" Mike questioned her before he moved away from the monitors.
"People will come for us. In the morning," Sam said.
"You don't sound so sure," Mike said.
"That is what'll happen! Right, Em?" Sam looked at Emily. I crossed my arms and stayed near where Hazel was standing.
"Yeah... I mean..." Emily didn't sound sure either... "...Right?"
"Well, you can wait," Mike said. "I'm leaving."
"Mike, there's no key for the cable car," Emily told him.
"Josh. He's gotta have it. Dead or alive, he's gotta have it," Mike said. I looked at Hazel and I noticed she was shaking a bit...
"Josh?" Sam questioned.
"One of his dirty little tricks," Mike said. "If that fucking thing got ahold of Josh...like I'm sure Hazel's assuming...then, we're shit outta luck."
"Fuck you, Mike!" Hazel suddenly yelled, sniffling. "There's no way one of those things would have just let him live and dragged him off somewhere, considering what it did to that...stranger! ...Though...I am hoping it did..." Hazel...
"It's possible," Emily commented.
"What's possible?" Sam asked.
"It may have taken him down to the mine..." Emily said.
I half-smiled and looked at Hazel again. "You hear that? Josh could still be alive..." Hazel cried some more, maybe from happiness at the news of some hope for Josh and not from being sad, and she hugged me. I hugged her back. I turned back towards Emily as I hugged Hazel and I saw her turn towards the desk behind her and the bulletin board that was hanging on the wall.
"I saw some horrible stuff down there... I think it's where that thing lives...and..." Emily stopped talking and she looked at a book laying on the desk. "...Huh."
"...Em? What?" Sam asked.
"Fuck it." Mike threw one of his arms around. "I'm gonna get that key. Right from that thing's god-d***ed bedroom and then I'm gonna get us all the hell out of here."
Sam went over to where Emily was and she was looking at stuff. "Em, what is all that?" Mike started heading over there too. Hazel pulled out of our hug and she went back to leaning against the wired fence, grinning slightly as she stared at her feet with her arms crossed. I went over to the desk.
[Hazel's P.O.V.]
Josh could still be alive... I can't believe I just started assuming he was dead... I'm so happy at the thought of him possibly being alive. I hope he is actually alive and I'm not just getting my hopes up for nothing... Please still be alive... I should probably get him off my mind before I go crazy or something... I wiped the tears off my cheeks.
"It's that old guy's bag," I heard Emily say. I looked over to where everyone was. Emily...wait, no... Bitch, Sam, Ashley, and Sam were standing around the desk while Chris was sitting near it. They were looking at stuff; apparently that stranger guy's things.
"Is that a map?" Mike asked.
"The guy was prepared for anything," Sam said.
"Not quite," Mike said.
"What is this place?" Emily wondered. I was tempted to go over there and look at the stuff to keep my mind off...ya know.
"Oh my God," Mike said.
"Wait, wait, wait. What is that?" Sam asked.
"I was down there. It was horrible," Mike said.
"You were?" Sam asked him. I saw her look at him.
"There had been a cave-in. In the fifties, I guess, and these miners got trapped down there. Some survived, but, like fifteen of 'em didn't make it," Mike told her. Wonder how the hell he knew that... "There was this reporter and I think he figured out there had been some, like, big cover-up going on. I found these plans, they knew the mine was a death trap but they let the miners keep working anyway. And... I'm not sure what it means but I found this chair with dried blood all over the place...like somebody'd been tortured..."
"Michael. I'd like to, maybe, focus on how we're going to get the fuck out of here, please?" Em the Bitch was acting the same as usual.
"I'm just saying it's weird how much crazy shit's gone on up here..." Mike said.
"What's weird is that there's a tunnel leading from the lodge to the Sanatorium, see?" Em the Bitch pointed at something from what I could tell.
"That's how I got back here," Mike said.
"I saw this when I was down in there. That's where it lives," Emily said. Yeah, I'm gonna be nice and say her name correctly in my head before I say it out loud and start something. She said that for the mines. Which place does it really live at? Mines or Sanatorium? Bitch, stop making me get confused.
"Em..." I watched Ashley place her hand on Emily's right shoulder. "Em, what is that...?" Ashley backed away from her, pointing at something on Emily's shoulder.
Emily turned to look at her. "...Huh?"
"What is that?" Ashley asked again, sounded more serious and not scared.
Emily placed her hand on her right shoulder. "Ash..."
Ashley started to freak out. "Em, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Oh no, oh no, oh no!" What the hell is going on? I moved from where I was and moved closer to them.
"It's nothing. I just...it bit me and..." Emily said. Wait, the Wendigo bit her? Oh, this is great! Shoot this bitch, please!
"It bit you? What bit you?" Ashley asked. Now she just sounded pissed.
"The ah...the Wendigo," Emily replied. Yes!
"The what?" Mike questioned. Seriously?
"It's nothing, really. It's not a big deal," Emily said.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Shit," Mike commented.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Really," Emily said. Someone just shoot this bitch already. Infected with the Wendigo virus thing or not, just shoot her. "It's not that bad."
"Em... If that thing bit you..." Mike said.
"I know what you're thinking and I'm fine!" Emily was panicking. I can tell by the look on her face. Ha! She's scared she's gonna die!
"Are you?" Mike asked.
"Yes!" Emily yelled.
"Emily, at least let us check it out," Sam said.
"Emily, if the Wendigo bit you, you could turn into one of those things," Mike stated.
"Oh, that's ridiculous," Sam stated. Is it? Is it really?
"He said it was from eating each other, remember, he said that!" Ashley exclaimed. Ah, right, cannibalism. The guy had said, um..., if any man or woman ate someone on these mountains, Wendigo spirits would be unleashed. So...damn it, Em is fine then. I still want someone to shoot her though.
"Wait, is that how it worked?" Sam asked.
"Yes!" Ashley exclaimed. "It happens if it bit you. You're gonna turn into one and then you're gonna turn on us! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She was moving around the room, somewhat sobbing as she spoke. Now she sounds scared and pissed. Never knew she'd be like this.
"You can't be down here with us," Mike stated. YES! LET THE WENDIGO BITCHES KILL HER!
"WHAT?!" Emily shouted.
"Mike!" Sam exclaimed.
"You gotta go," Mike said as calm as can be. I don't know how he does it. I'd be flipping shit or something. I'd do that right now if I really wanted to.
"Are you kidding me?!" Emily yelled.
"You're putting us all in danger," Mike said.
"Like hell I am!" Emily yelled, trying to save her own ass. Good luck, bitch.
"Emily! You can't stay here!" Mike was getting louder and less calm.
"Mike, just cool your head, okay? We don't know if it works like that. Maybe it's just a bite," Sam said. Oh, it is just a bite, but I'll let them figure that out themselves. This shit is entertaining, though it really shouldn't be.
"I've seen what these fuckers can do," Chris commented, finally speaking again. "I don't want to see it again."
"Bye, bitch," I commented.
Emily looked around at all of us. "What is this. Guys. What are you doing?"
Mike pointed towards the exit of this room. "Door's right here. I'm letting you do this voluntarily."
Emily shook her head and walked up to Mike. "Oh no, you're just making yourself feel better about sending me to my death since you there's a Wendigo out there ready to rip me to pieces like it did with-"
"Okay! Oh my God, would you just go?!" Ashley yelled, gesturing to the exit. "Go! Get out of here!"
Mike walked around a bit and suddenly, he had a gun pointed at Emily. Finally!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mike, calm down!" Sam gripped onto Mike's elbow. He pushed her away lightly. He kept the gun pointed at Emily.
Emily had climbed onto the desk. Holy shit, this is great. Hopefully, he actually shoots her. "You're going to shoot me? Mike...? Me?"
"This is the safe room, Em!" Mike yelled. "It's not safe as long as you're in it. Not for us."
"No!" Emily was sitting curled up on the desk and she sounded like she was sobbing a little, which is understandable. "Don't, Don't do this!"
"I'm really sorry," Mike said lowly that I could barely hear him. Emily wasn't looking at Mike, but looking downward-ish. Mike had the gun pointed at her and I thought he really was going to shoot her so I could do a happy dance, but he didn't. He stopped pointing the gun at her and looked away from Emily. "Fuck, I can't do this."
"Oh my God," Emily breathed out. Lucky bitch!
"You did the right thing," Sam said. No, he did the wrong thing. He could have gotten rid of the bitch of the group!
"I hope you did," Ashley commented.
"Maybe," Mike replied. He was pacing around the room. "...For now. Shit...fuck, fuck." He pointed towards Emily. "Keep an eye on her... If you see anything weird...you guys know what to do."
"Yeah," Ashley said.
"Yep," I commented.
"No one leave. Okay? It's not safe out there. I'll be back soon." Mike headed out of here. I went over to the desk that I had been standing near most of the time and leaned against it. I watched as Sam sat beside Chris on the other side of the room, Emily curled up more on the desk she was on, and Ashley went to grab the book Emily had picked up earlier, I guess. I don't know. Maybe it was a different room. Anyways, she picked up a book and Ashley went over to where I was, sat down in a chair at the desk.
"I thought...that...that he was going to help us..." Emily mumbled.
"What, the flamethrower dude?" Sam questioned her.
"Now, we don't have a chance," Emily said.
"No, guys, it just means we've got to be tough," Sam stated. "We gotta do this on our own."
"I don't know if I can," Emily said. The two of them stopped talking, ending their conversation. I looked over Ashley's shoulder as she looked through the book.
Only a few men have dared hunt the Wendigo. I am the only man who has kept them under control. Heed these words or it shall be your death. And your death will not be the last. The Wendigo must be contained!
The wendigo grows out of CANNIBALISM! When a human is desperate and craves food, trapped on the mountain in the fierce winter storms, when he has eaten nothing for many days, the Wendigo spirit will begin to possess him. Even the strongest man is weak to it. He will kill without remorse - often those companions who have travelled with him. He will eat the flesh raw from the corpses.
I have seen this happen, for many years ago, a craving for flesh that cannot be sated. And then the change begins. The eyes turn first and become milky and white. Then the teeth become longer, like fangs. The creature grows and the skin is pulled taut across the bones.
This information is disturbing but helpful. The things probably look very ugly or something; creepy. More creepy than what is drawn. Ashley flipped to the next page.
There was a tribe who lived in these mountains. The Cree. Their shamans tell stories of a tall creature "born in ice". The tribe respected the mountain and all the animals which lived on it. The mountain became sacred to the Cree. Every animal became sacred also. The Cree believed it was bad luck to harm an animal on the mountain and would hunt elsewhere.
In 1893, the miners arrived. They found tin and later, traces of radium. They mined deep into the sacred mountain. The Cree says that the mountain cried out and the spirit was released.
A little history goes a long way, I guess. I don't know. Ashley flipped the page again.
The Wendigo's eyes change. They become both sharper and more dim. The Wendigo sees movement. It is a hunter, like a hawk. But it cannot see stillness. If you are to keep totally still then the Wendigo will not be able to see you.
The skin and flesh of the Wendigo are hard, like armor. They seem to feel no pain. They cannot be cut or stabbed. Bullets will not pierce their skin, though a shotgun will keep them at bay.
Because the Wendigo is mutated from a human, it knows how to hunt us. It can perfectly mimic its prey. You must remain sharp and disciplined.
I have killed 6 Wendigos. Knives or bullets will not harm them. Use a flamethrower. It is the best weapon. Fire envelops them, burns away their skin and makes them weak.
But try NOT to kill them.
Killing a Wendigo should be the last resort. Death releases the Wendigo spirit into the air.
I have contained them. I used traps to catch them into cages. The traps were baited with human limbs from those who had no further use for them.
One by one I caught those who had infested the mountain.
Alright. So, only fire can kill them, but we shouldn't kill them unless we really have to. They can't see us if we stay still; very, very helpful. They can pretend to be someone so...we need to be extremely cautious, I guess. I'm thinking this as if we're going to leave. I think we're just going to stay here all night. What fun...
"Flip the page," I said, noticing that Ashley hadn't turned it yet. "Unless you're still reading."
Ashley shook her head. "I wasn't reading; I finished reading it already. I was just thinking about it... These things look scary, Hazel... I saw the one that was chasing Chris... I don't like this."
"We'll be fine," I said.
"Are you okay?" she asked me, looking at me.
"I'm fine," I stated.
"Are you sure? I mean, with Josh being-" Ashley started.
I didn't let her finish. "I said I'm fine, Ash. Now, could ya please just flip the page?" She didn't need to know how I felt because I'm sure she knows how I feel. I don't like that the Wendigo might have 'kidnapped' him and I like that he might still be alive. I should stop thinking about that now...
She sighed and nodded. "Okay." She looked back at the book and flipped the page like I asked.
There may be defenses. Shamans wrote of rituals. I have found native artifacts on the mountain, and copied them. Totems. Bunches of herbs and feathers. I copied their designs. I have tested them. Out on the mountain they work. They keep the Wendigo at bay. Not entirely, but enough. But inside buildings, they do not work.
Cree legends say that the Wendigo grows from the bite of another Wendigo. But the bite is harmless, I have been bitten, but I did not change. The only way is to eat the flesh of another. There is no other way.
So, again, bite is harmless. Figured that shit out on my own without this damn book so suck it! Emily is gonna be pissed and happy to hear this information, but I don't plan on telling her shit.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no," Ashley commented on the page of the book. And now it's gonna get revealed. Okay. I'm ready for the bitch to return to the surface.
"What?" I looked over my shoulder to see Sam walking towards us. "What is it? What does it say?"
"It says that...well, the bites..." Ashley pointed at the page while looking at Sam. "If it bites you, it's not infectious. It doesn't do anything." Ashley and Sam both seemed relieved at the good news of Emily being okay. I don't really give a shit, honestly. The bitch needs to drop dead and I'll continue to think this for a while to keep my mind off...that other thing.
'Let me see that!" Sam took the book.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I heard Emily ask from behind us.
Ashley stood up while Sam looked at the book. "Em, it say's you'll be okay..." Ashley hesitated to say to her.
"It says what?" Emily asked.
"You're going to be fine," Sam stated. You learn something new every day. I learned that bitches tend to get lucky today.
"Fine?! Mike almost shot me! Is that fine?!" Emily yelled. I knew she'd be pissed off.
"He didn't shoot you-" Sam said.
Emily pointed a finger at Ashley. "And this bitch almost let him!" Uh, hoe, Chris and I also almost let him shoot ya. You can't just blame Ashley for this shit.
"Hey, that's not fair," Sam said. "She was scared. We all were."
"I'm the one who's scared," Emily said, looking between the two of them.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Emily. I didn't know what was going to happen. None of us know!" Ashley exclaimed.
"There's, there's no excuse! There's no excuse for this!" Emily turned away from her and put her hands to her face in frustration of what was happening. She walked away a bit.
Ashley followed her. "Please, Emily, please just try to understand-"
"Understand the palm of my hand, bitch." Emily turned and slapped Ashley. Ashley crouched to the floor from the slap and she stood up, moving across the room holding her face. I clenched my fist. I am pissed. I knew she was pissed but I never thought she'd slap Ashley. Then again, I should have figured that any bitch would slap anyone when they are pissed.
"I'm sorry..." Ashley whimpered out a bit. "I'm so, so, so, so sorry."
Emily rolled her eyes and looked towards the bulletin board. I took that chance to walk right up to her and as she looked towards me, I swung my fucking fist right into her fucking bitch of a face. She stumbled backwards, hitting the desk and she dropped to the floor. She held her face with one of her hands. I heard Sam yell my name as I did that but the bitch deserved it. Sam ran over to help Emily up. Emily looked at me and I saw that she was going to having matching eyes with Ashley; I wish Josh hadn't punched Ashley. I wish I didn't just think about him. I glared at Emily. "Touch my sister again, bitch, and you'll see what happens." I'll push to a damn Wendigo if I have to. I went over to where Ashley was and I hugged her.
"You okay, Em?" I heard Sam ask Emily.
"I'm going to kill that bitch," I heard Emily say. Not if I kill you first, hoe.
Neither one of them talked for a few moments. I'll assume Sam started looking through the book. "Shit," I heard Sam comment. I looked at her and she was indeed reading the book. "Shit, shit, shit. We've got to get Mike. Like now." She put the book down and she headed out. The rest of us followed her. We were disobeying what Mike had said, but hey, Mike doesn't know what he is walking into. Hope you are still alive buddy, even though you left not too long ago.
Hazel repeats thoughts because she is crazy. She also does this when in denial of something happening or had happened possibly. Dat punch doe. Emily got herself a black eye now too. She and Ashley are matching. Emily, you shouldn't have slapped Ashley. Oh, and Emily, if/when you push Ashley later on and have her potentially in danger, depending on what the audience chooses, you might die. So, tell me folks, should Emily die or not? :3 Mwahaha. If Emily dies, we can just have Sam and Matt end up together eventually or something. :D Decisions. Decisions.
Also, Hazel truly hates Emily, repeatedly thinking about someone shooting her (Emily) or Emily just dying period. Wouldn't you if you hated someone that much and you were in this situation where the bitch could get you killed?
Btw, some collectibles from the game were not mentioned being found. :P So, if something is mentioned but the character hadn't found it, it's simply because the character didn't mention finding it whilst it was their p.o.v. Why should they mention something that wasn't really all that important at the time?
I hope you loved this chapter. Shit went down like I promised but probably not in the way you expected. Sowwy. Still hope you enjoyed it. I might edit it later if I have to. Depends on what ya'll think. Leave a review because it makes me happy. I will see you guys next time.