Tragedy Up North
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
After a long two-hour drive, the group finally arrived at the ski resort. A very generous Mr. Sanchez saw that they got in safely and then left for home.
"So, what do you all want to do first?" asked Ethan.
"Duh, Ethan," started Miranda, "we want to ski!"
"Yeah, let's go guys!" Lizzie enthusiastically agreed. With that, the group left all of their belongings in their rooms and got bundled up for the cold weather. In no time they were ready to hit the slopes.
"Hey, I think we should get into pairs so nobody will be by themselves," Gordo thoughtfully remarked.
"Sure," everyone agreed.
"I'll go with." started Gordo. But he was interrupted by an over eager Lizzie saying, "I'll go with you Ethan!"
"Fine by me McG," Ethan responded looking Lizzie up and down. This pairing obviously disappointed Gordo, who ended up going with Miranda, and Kate, who ended up going with Claire. After about five more minutes they were off all heading for different slopes. The mountain was practically deserted besides the group of six and they all found it a little eerie, but were having too much fun to really notice.
. . . . . .
"Oh my god Claire," started an angry Kate, "I could have been skiing with Ethan Craft right now, but instead that bitch Lizzie gets him. This is so unfair. I can't believe I have to spend the whole weekend with her. I'm going to destroy her sorry little self." As Kate finished up her resentful rant, she expected to hear Claire agreeing with her, but instead she heard silence. Kate stopped dead in her ski tracks and slowly turned around only to find nothing but an empty mountain. No Claire!
"Claire, Claire where are you!" Kate called out, starting to get a little distraught. Still nobody answered back. Kate wasn't just distraught, now she was terrified. "Don't overreact Kate," she said to herself unconvincingly. When all of a sudden someone made Kate turn as white as the snow.
"AAAAAAGH!" came a deafening scream from farther up the hill. She recognized that scream anywhere, it was none other than Claire. Kate was rendered immobile. She wanted to shout to see if Claire was okay, but couldn't find it in her. When she was finally starting to come down a little, she saw something rolling down the hill. "What a relief," she thought it's just Claire's skis. She must have had a fall, and her ski fell off.
"Hey Claire, I got your ski why don't . . . AAAAAGH!" Kate interrupted what she had been saying with a scream of her own. It wasn't just Claire's ski that was falling down the hill, Claire's lifeless, blood drenched body was following it. Kate went into a severe state of shock and just as she was about to collapse someone from behind caught her.
"Turn around and I'll slit your pretty little throat blondie. . ."
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
After a long two-hour drive, the group finally arrived at the ski resort. A very generous Mr. Sanchez saw that they got in safely and then left for home.
"So, what do you all want to do first?" asked Ethan.
"Duh, Ethan," started Miranda, "we want to ski!"
"Yeah, let's go guys!" Lizzie enthusiastically agreed. With that, the group left all of their belongings in their rooms and got bundled up for the cold weather. In no time they were ready to hit the slopes.
"Hey, I think we should get into pairs so nobody will be by themselves," Gordo thoughtfully remarked.
"Sure," everyone agreed.
"I'll go with." started Gordo. But he was interrupted by an over eager Lizzie saying, "I'll go with you Ethan!"
"Fine by me McG," Ethan responded looking Lizzie up and down. This pairing obviously disappointed Gordo, who ended up going with Miranda, and Kate, who ended up going with Claire. After about five more minutes they were off all heading for different slopes. The mountain was practically deserted besides the group of six and they all found it a little eerie, but were having too much fun to really notice.
. . . . . .
"Oh my god Claire," started an angry Kate, "I could have been skiing with Ethan Craft right now, but instead that bitch Lizzie gets him. This is so unfair. I can't believe I have to spend the whole weekend with her. I'm going to destroy her sorry little self." As Kate finished up her resentful rant, she expected to hear Claire agreeing with her, but instead she heard silence. Kate stopped dead in her ski tracks and slowly turned around only to find nothing but an empty mountain. No Claire!
"Claire, Claire where are you!" Kate called out, starting to get a little distraught. Still nobody answered back. Kate wasn't just distraught, now she was terrified. "Don't overreact Kate," she said to herself unconvincingly. When all of a sudden someone made Kate turn as white as the snow.
"AAAAAAGH!" came a deafening scream from farther up the hill. She recognized that scream anywhere, it was none other than Claire. Kate was rendered immobile. She wanted to shout to see if Claire was okay, but couldn't find it in her. When she was finally starting to come down a little, she saw something rolling down the hill. "What a relief," she thought it's just Claire's skis. She must have had a fall, and her ski fell off.
"Hey Claire, I got your ski why don't . . . AAAAAGH!" Kate interrupted what she had been saying with a scream of her own. It wasn't just Claire's ski that was falling down the hill, Claire's lifeless, blood drenched body was following it. Kate went into a severe state of shock and just as she was about to collapse someone from behind caught her.
"Turn around and I'll slit your pretty little throat blondie. . ."
