Once again I thank those people who have read my story, and I thank those who have taken the time to review it even more. I kind of expect the story to be finished within a couple of chapters. Anyway, thanks again to those still reading it, and enjoy.

Chapter 9

Ron entered the room that Martyn had signaled to before going to get some painkillers, and he stepped inside, turning on the light. There was a chair, a television and a computer in the room, with the thing Ron was interested in at the back of the room. On the wall there was a gun case holding a collection of Remington shotguns. Ron stepped through the room over to the case, and using a key Martyn had given him, unlocked the glass door and pulled it back.

Ron took out three shotguns and two boxes of shotgun shells and walked back into the room where Kim and Ryan had sat when he had entered the room. Ryan had his shirt missing, a large bandage made from his shirt had been wrapped around the wound. Kim was washing her hands in the kitchen.

"How are you Ryan?" asked Ron.

"Me? Oh, me be fine" said Ryan is a slow voice.

"I see you still have the major effects of morphine showing".

"Whatever" said Ryan waving his hand for no apparent reason, sitting back down.

Martyn and Bonnie walked back into the room. Both sat down, Bonnie trying to find the seat furthest away from the slightly blood stained Ryan. Martyn looked at the weapons in Ron's hands.

"I see you found the shotguns".

"Yeah. Do you know how to use these?"

"I do, I've used them often".

"Ok. Well, take one and load it" said Ron as he gave one of the shotguns and some of the shells to Martyn. Martyn took the gun off of Ron, with more then a little trace of excitement, though it was cancelled out by the fear that Martyn felt.

Inserting the shells into the weapon Martyn looked up at Ron.

"So what are we supposed to do now then?"

"We could just stay here" suggested Bonnie.

"I don't think that would work. I think that guy will be so willing to get to us he may just torch the house, or may pick us off in the house while we're alone" said Ron.

"So what do we do?" asked Martyn.

"I suggest we go out ourselves and meet the killer. Get him before he gets us".

"Go out there!" said Bonnie, you'd have to be crazy".

Suddenly a window smashed as a brick came flying through it. Shards of glass flew across part of the room, but no one was hit. Walking over to the brick and picking it up, he found a piece of paper attached to it.

Wow, what I surprise thought Ron, what an original idea. He however didn't show his sarcasm, as it simply wasn't the right time.

Ron began to read through it.

Hey Ronald, just sending you a note so you can't say I didn't warn you. I'm coming for you, and you friends, and I'm gonna watch you beg for the end to come quickly. You'd better do whatever you want to do with your life now, 'cos I'm coming.

"What does the note say?" asked Bonnie.

"It says that he's coming for us".

"Oh man, I'm only sixteen, why the hell does he want to kill me?" said Martyn.

Suddenly Ron heard a smash from the kitchen and ran to find Kim being pulled out of the house through the window, kicking and screaming, trying to fight back. Ron ran to the door to get out, and pulling at the door found it had been jammed.

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Martyn dropped the shotgun to the floor as ran over to see what the commotion was about. He got to the door of the room and looked into the kitchen.

"Jeez, he got Kim" commented Martyn, and he then saw Ron trying to open the door. He walked over to the door to help Ron, when he heard another smash. Running back to the room he had just left, he saw the killer had come through the window and was walking towards Bonnie who was holding an unloaded shotgun.

Where the hell is my shotgun thought Martyn.

The killer raised the knife he held high, as he walked towards Bonnie, when suddenly he was blown back against the wall. He had been slightly hit by a shotgun round, fired by a barely standing Ryan, knocked off balance by the morphine and recoil of the weapon. Ryan kicked the other box of shells over to Martyn, and Bonnie, holding the other shotgun, stood up and hurried over to Martyn.

"You three go, help Kim" said Ryan.

"We have to help."

"Go, while I can hold him off! Go now!"

Martyn and Bonnie left the room and ran out into the hall as Ron finally opened the door.

"What's going on?" demanded Ron.

"We have to go, no time to argue" said Bonnie, and the three people ran out of the house.

Ryan raised the shotgun and fired another shot, the recoil causing him to miss the target. Throwing the shotgun as hard as he could against the wall in the hope that the killer wouldn't be able to use it against Ron and the others, and then Ryan looked straight into the ski mask of the killer, trying to look right into his eyes.

"Come on then, bring it on".

The killer ran at Ryan and dug the knife into him, digging into the makeshift bandage.

"Ha, already got me there, I've already got a hole there so it doesn't matter" said the delirious Ryan.

The killer stabbed the knife into Ryan's shoulder.

"Is that all you got?"

The killer threw Ryan across the room and jumped after him, bringing the knife down into his chest.

Blood pouring from his mouth, Ryan looked at the killer, and said "When you die, give the devil my regards".

The killer bought the knife down one final time and said "I expect to see the devil long before I die".

The killer remove the knife from the dead Ryan. He looked around and saw that there was no one else in the house. The killer then walked back out of the smashed window, not giving the shotgun a second glance.

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"Where are we going?"

Ron ignored the teenagers questions, instead concentrating on what he mind was telling him. He was following some sort of presence which seemed to be calling him to Kim. Perhaps it was fate at work, making sure that he got to Kim to face whatever the fate had in store for him, or perhaps it was something that had occurred because of going back in time. All Ron knew was that he had been given another chance to rescue Kim, and he knew that he wasn't going to go out now without putting up a fight. He wasn't going to lose her again.

Ron walked up a slight rise and then looking at what was in front of him stopped. Bonnie and Martyn stopped behind him.

Holding his shotgun, he turned to face the two and told them to go now, and get away from here. Both disagreed, and Ron made Martyn leave, not before giving the other shotgun to Ron. Ron found however that Bonnie would not be moved.

"Why do you want to stay?"

"I know I've never really been nice to you or Kim, but I've known you both for years now, and it's not like I want Kim to die. I want to help, I mean, I was supposed to have died a few hours ago, but I haven't and it's down to you. So call me stupid, but perhaps this is my moment of glory, the one thing I can look back on and be proud of".

Ron looked at Bonnie and smiled a grim smile. He was glad that he was not going to have to face fate on his own, though he knew that he wouldn't show it.

"So what now?" said Bonnie as Ron handed her a shotgun.

Looking at the church that they where about to enter Ron was silent.

"Ron?"

"I guess we now face destiny".

The two people then began to walk towards the church.