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Chapter 3: Things just keep getting worse
Psymon and Moby stood in the snow several feet over the buried patio.
"Okay, the avalanche traveled in this direction." Psymon thought out loud, pointing down the mountain and slightly to the left. "So the impact would have carried her that way. Let's start heading that way and hope for the best, as long as she isn't buried we stand a chance at finding her." Moby nodded as he shook from the cold and they began their trek.
The crew left the window open for Moby and Psymon to return. Elise flipped open her M-comm and tried to radio for help.
"Why didn't I think of this before?" she scolded herself, trying to lighten the mood. She typed a message to the ski patrol, but kept getting a send error.
"It's the storm." Eddie said with a sigh. "It's interfering with our connection, damn wireless network." Elise began to panic now and desperately continued to attempt to send the message, each time it was answered with the send error. Eddie sat Elise down on the bed and told her to give up trying. "Look, calm down. We're going to be okay as long as we all stay together. The storm can only last so long, we have food, we have facilities and we have each other, we're going to be fine. Just calm down, check your Email or something." Elise nodded and tried to take her mind off their situation by checking her inbox. She looked curiously at her small screen.
"Hey, there's some messages from Atomika." She opened the Email. "It's a mass one, he sent it to all of us." She began to read it out loud. "Attention SSX Superstars: there is a severe storm warning that just went out, we are advising that all of you stay in your lodges and do not go onto any of the peaks tonight." Elise looked up at the group, they all stared back in confusion. "It's from a little after noon today." She scrolled to the next message, it to was a mass Email. "Attention SSX Superstars: I hope you got my last message about the storm. I have called your lodges, but no one has been answering. Where are you guys? Please contact me immediately." Elise now shook again as she read the newest one that was received only a few hours ago. "Where the hell are you guys? Contact me ASAP when you receive this message. We hope none of you are out in the impending storm. If so, go to the nearest chalet and stay there. As for the rest of you, whichever peak you are on, report to the nearest chalet at once and do not leave. Transport lines will likely be down from the storm, and weather conditions prohibit air pickup. Whichever chalet you are at, stay there and do not leave, rescue teams will be stopping at all chalets as soon as this storm passes. Once you have come back to your lodge report in immediately." Elise closed her M-comm and shook her head. "This doesn't make sense, he knows we're here for his party." Brody shook his head and sighed.
"No he doesn't, he's not here... he didn't know there WAS a party. Someone else, without an M-comm, must have sent those invitations." Brody was alarmingly calm as he spoke.
"And do you think whoever brought us all here is responsible for what happened to Luther?" Zoe said, shaking from the draft that came through the window. No one spoke, but the general consensus of the room was an agreement. Everyone sat or stood quietly in the room as it all sank in. Elise grabbed the nearby phone off the night table and held it to her ear.
"It's dead, isn't it?" Brody said, still maintaining a calm demeanor. Elise nodded and hung it up. "Likely the first thing whoever is doing this took care of, anyone who's seen a horror flick knows to cut the phone lines." Some of the group tried to chuckle to ease the mood, but the fear grew more and more throughout the room. There they were, on top of a mountain with no form of transportation or communication to the outside world, and someone gathered them possibly with the intention of causing them harm. Silence filled the room for a few more moments, then a muffled clang startled them all, the clang rang out again, then again. On the fourth noise the lights went out. Screams filled the room and most of the crew could no longer put up a brave front. Viggo pulled out a lighter to give them a little light.
"Okay, whoever's doing this is really pissing me off." Nate growled in a combination of anger and terror. Griff tried to fight back his tears but it was too much for the youngster. Allegra knelt next to him and hugged him and didn't let go, trying to comfort him and also pacify the terror that filled her own heart. Viggo searched around the room with his lighter, opening drawers and cupboards until the beam of a flashlight shone in the room.
"Well, at least we have this." Viggo said, trying to ease everyone's minds. Nate grabbed it from Viggo.
"The noise came from downstairs, then the power went out, I'll bet he's messed with the fuse box. Someone come with me, I'm going to check it out." No one volunteered. "Look people, I can probably fix whatever happened to it and get some light and heat back in here, but I am not going alone." Silence still filled the room.
"Let's go." Brody finally said. Immediately J.P. and Viggo also volunteered their services. The foursome left the room, flashlight in hand. The door quickly was closed and locked behind them. They four men looked down the stairs and shone the light down them.
"See anything?" Viggo asked, peeking from behind Nate's shoulder. Nate shook his head. They all still stood at the top of the stairs, no one moved. "Well, go on." Viggo urged the other three. Brody sighed and grabbed the flashlight.
"I'll go first, I've lived a good life." He took one step down and looked over his shoulder to see Viggo at the back of the group. "I'd rather be first anyways, at least I'll see someone coming at me, unlike in the back where someone could grab you out of the shadows." Viggo's stomach turned immediately as Brody smiled smugly to himself.
"Oh you son of a bitch. That's real funny, ha ha." They managed to safely find the furnace room in the basement and stared at the door. Nate grabbed a shovel from the corner and nodded to Brody to open the door. Brody quickly and quietly pulled it open and shone the light into the small room. Nate held the shovel up like a weapon, but found no one inside. The four slowly walked into the room and investigated the fuse box. Everything was in order, nothing was broken or removed. Nate looked at the power switch and found their problem. The switch box had been smashed open and a few wires were ripped and jumbled in a messy fashion. Nate examined the mess of wires and rubbed his chin.
"Whoever did this did a rush job, probably knew we would be coming once we heard him, looks like he just tried to pull the wires out. Nothing really too badly damaged, just a few messy frays and a couple broken wires."
"Can you fix it?" Brody asked back. Nate nodded.
"Yeah, find me some electrical tape and I can probably fix this mess within the hour. Look for a toolbox, there will probably be some tape in there."

Psymon and Moby pushed on through the harsh wind and snow when they noticed the green light that shone on the snow from behind them went out. They both looked over their shoulders to see the dark sky and no light. Psymon looked down and shook his head.
"Great, just great, what else could possibly go wrong?" He said as he kept walking, Moby still stood behind him. "Come on Moby, we have to keep looking for-" He looked over his shoulder to see Moby holding a gun pointed directly at him. "You have got to be kidding me." Psymon said with a sigh and a defeated head shake. "YOU killed Luther?" Moby shook his head.
"Nah, it's a shame what 'appened to Luther, but purely coincidental I assure you, my beef is with you." Psymon looked at Moby through the sheets of snow that blew through them.
"So what is it now? You're going to shoot me, go back and think that no one will ever know?" Moby held out the gun now at arm's length.
"I'll tell them that we got separated, it will take days to find you if I leave you out here with this snowfall." Psymon still stared calmly at Moby.
"You're an idiot, you know that right?" Moby cocked the pistol. "Seriously. When they do find my body, they will find the bullet hole. Once it is established who I was last seen with, they will check our records, and I know our encounters are on SSX file. So they will know we dislike one another, once they realize you killed me, they will undoubtedly suspect you were also who shot Luther, are you ready to face two life sentences just because we have a problem?" Moby stared at Psymon for several moments with a frustrated look on his face. Finally he clicked the safety back on and shoved the pistol into his inner pocket of his coat. "Another night Moby, now let's find Kaori, or did you only come with me to waste me?" Moby trudged back to the chalet.
"Find 'er yourself!" Moby disappeared into the storm, leaving Psymon alone.
"Alright Kaori, where are you?"
Things are picking up rather quickly. Can Psymon believe that Moby was in no way connected to Luther's death? What will happen when Moby gets back to the chalet? Can Nate and the guys get the power back on before they to become a victim of the lunatic that's playing this game with them? And will Psymon find Kaori and bring her back, or will the freezing climate be too much? The story continues.