Chapter 8

Ron stopped by the door, and taking a deep breath, put his hand on the handle of the door. The small amount of glass that was part of the door was not clear, though Ron could see the silhouette of a person standing outside. The person banged on the door again, and called out "For God's sake, let me in!"

Ron pushed down on the handle and pulled open the door, revealing a man who was standing there, fear on his face holding his arm.

"Come in quickly" said Ron.

"Thank you" said the man as he entered the small building.

"What's your name?" asked Kim.

"Martyn".

"Do you spell that Martin, or Martyn?" asked Kim.

"M-A-R-T-Y-N" said Martyn.

Kim and Bonnie looked at each other as they realized that this was the other victim.

"What happened to your arm?" said Ron.

"It's been cut".

"Why, I mean how was it cut".

"I was attacked by a person".

"What did he look like?" demanded Ron.

"I don't know, he was dressed in black, I didn't see his face, but he walked up to me, and pulled out a massive knife and stabbed me in the arm. Who the hell was he?"

"He is a killer, trying to kill you, me and those two. He is also trying to kill the owner of this motel" said Ron who didn't want to go through the explanation of what was supposedly to happen tonight again.

I've already confused and told enough people about their future deaths thought Ron.

"Why the hell does he want to kill us?" asked Martyn.

"No one knows" said Kim.

"We just have to stay here and try to survive the night".

"The night, what, will the killer just disappear at morning?"

Ron thought for a moment. What made him think that the killer would just leave in the morning. Ron then got a gut feeling that told him what he thought was true, and that the killer wouldn't want to hand around during the day.

Martyn walked over to where Kim and Bonnie where sitting, and sat down beside Bonnie. Martyn was a person younger then Ron- younger then what was his supposed age of eighteen at this moment in time, about sixteen. He had black hair, and was tall, taller then Ron Kim and Bonnie.

Ryan suddenly appeared at the door.

"I heard something, everyone is alright right?"

"Yeah, it was just a person trying to get in here, away from the killer" explained Ron.

"Oh, I see" said Ryan, and turning around said "I'm just going to get something". The door closed as Ryan walked back into the room he had just appeared out of.

Ron walked over to Kim and asked for the gun back. Kim handed it over to him.

Unfazed by the gun, Martyn asked "So what do we do now, just wait for him to smash the windows in, and get us?"

"Well, what else is there to do?" asked Bonnie.

"My dad who's out of town has a rack of pump action shotguns. We could get back to my house, and arm ourselves to the teeth and take the bastard out".

"But to do that, we'd have to go out into the open and we'd be easy targets" said Kim.

"Hey, I was just suggesting" said Martyn.

Suddenly there came a loud commotion from the small room. Holding the gun, Ron walked over to the door, and heard a struggle happening in the room.

He heard Ryan cry quietly "Help!"

Hearing this, Ron smashed open the door, and saw only one person, who was dressed entirely in black.

"Ronald" said the man, Ron feeling the man's eyes looking at him, even though they where hidden behind a ski mask.

Ron took aim with the gun, and fired, but the killer had already jumped out of the window he had come in by.

Ryan appeared, with blood pouring from his stomach- he had a sharp metal pole sticking through his stomach.

"What happened, how did he get in?" asked Ron.

"He must have quietly opened the window while I talked to you".

"Can you move?"

"I can move, it's just bloody painful" replied Ryan.

Holding Ryan, the two men walked out of the room and back into the larger room Ron had just left. The three people sitting in the room looked at the bleeding man.

"What happened?" asked Bonnie.

"He was attacked".

"I'm coming for you Ron" called out a voice.

"Martyn, how far is your house?" asked Ron urgently.

"About a five minute walk, maybe three minutes if we run".

Ron turned to face Ryan.

"Can you run?"

"I ought to be able to run for three minutes, though I'll definitely need a rest afterwards, and I wouldn't say no to morphine either" replied Ryan.

Kim, Bonnie and Marty stood up.

"Come on, follow me" said Ron, walking to the door, "I'll go first".

Ron opened the door again, and holding the gun in front of him walked out, followed by Bonnie, the Martyn, with Ryan supported on his shoulder, and finally Kim. Martyn pointed down the road, and said "It's that way".

The five people began to run down the road, Ryan occasionally moaning in pain as he felt pain again. They soon reached the house, and Martyn opened the door.

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Martyn rested Ryan onto the couch in the front room. Kim walked over to him.

"Is there anything I can do Ryan?" she asked.

"There is one thing".

"What?"

"Pull this thing out of me, it kills".

In the hurry to get away from the motel, and the killer, the group hadn't had time to take the piece of metal out of Ryan. However in the past year and a half, Kim had taken medical lessons, and thought that she would be able to do this.

"Hey Martyn, do you have any painkillers?" called out Kim.

"Yeah".

"Can you bring me some please?"

"Sure".

A couple of minutes later Martyn arrived with a needle containing morphine. Kim looked at Martyn, wondering why he had a new needle full of hospital standard morphine.

"My dad got injured once, and had to use morphine for a while. We had some spare just in case, and we never used it" explained Martyn.

Kim put the needle into Ryan's arm and injected the morphine into him. A couple of moments later Kim put her hand on the piece of metal jutting from Ryan's stomach, and told him "This may hurt a little, even though I've just given you morphine".

Kim put her hands on the cold metal and then began to pull the metal out of Ryan carefully.