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Brooke moved her head to the side of Luke's neck to nibble on his ear, when she saw a black figure approaching.  "Lucas, it's back… the thing that hit you over the head."  Her eyes full of terror as she continued to stare at whatever was behind him.

Luke unzipped the sleeping bag and turned around, it stood about ten feet away, staring at him.

Holding out his hand to Brooke, he helped her to her feet, watching the figure for any sudden movements.  "We have to get back that cabin, we're in some other kind of reality."

Brooke looked at him questioningly.  "What do you mean?"

"Look up." 

Brooke tilted her head back to see that the sky had turned a deep scarlet, there wasn't any blue to be seen.  The sun wasn't in sight, the world reflected a scarlet hue, making everything seem blood red.

"Let's go."  Brooke whimpered, her grip tightening on Luke's sleeve.

Luke backed away from the figure as it pulled a silver axe from behind its back.  Running its gloved hand over the sharp edge, it looked at Brooke as it continued to caress the sharp blade.

Brooke squeaked in fear.  Lucas pushed her towards the trees, "run now, run for your life."

Brooke started sprinting, moving her legs as fast as she could.  Luke held her hand as he ran beside her.  The black figure followed them, moving quickly and stealthily like a shadow.

Lucas veered around a corner and off the path into the foliage.  He grabbed Brooke and they rolled down a slight embankment into a shallow valley.  Putting his hands to his lips, he silenced her.

Brooke nodded.  Her eyes full of fear and scanning the area they were hiding in.  Her eyes focused on something behind Lucas, that dilated her pupils and caused her to freeze in terror.

Lucas put a hand over her mouth and turned to look behind him.

Peyton.  Her eyes open in death.  A grimace of terror frozen on her face.  She was stiff and cold.

Lucas moved Brooke so she couldn't see the body.  He felt the tremors running through her body.

"Shh, it's okay, I'll never let you go.  I promise."  Lucas kissed her forehead and held her tighter to emphasize his vow.

The ground creaked as the figure in black walked slowly down the path, that was only feet away from where Brooke and Luke lay hidden in the shallow valley.

Leaves cracked as the figure continued to move down the trail.  After five minutes of waiting.  Luke hesitantly moved and dragged Brooke out of the valley.

"We have to go, now which way is the cabin?" Looking into her eyes, he tried to get her to focus. 

Brooke took a deep breath, trying to ignore the fact that she'd just seen her best friend lying dead in a ditch, so cold and lifeless.

Sticking out her hand she pointed east.  "That way."  I think  she added silently.

Grabbing her hand, Luke jogged down the path towards the cabin.


A clearing beckoned around the corner, there stood a wood structure, that looked like the same cabin, that she'd dragged Luke out of.

As they moved closer, the cabin burst into flames.  Brooke screamed in terror.  Her hands clutched her head as she tried to deny what was happening right in front of her eyes.

The black figure stepped out of the trees on the other side of the clearing.  Dragging a rope, at the other end of the rope was Haley.  Bound and gagged, she couldn't move. 

Lucas could only tell that she was alive, because she struggled against her bonds.  Her brown hair was matted with mud and leaves. 

He stepped forward to go help her.  The black figure pulled her up by her hair.  She was wearing a blindfold.

Pulling out a knife, it held the knife to her throat and slit her from ear to ear.  Blood gushed out like a raging river.

Lucas dropped to his knees, unable to accept what he'd just seen.  The black figure dropped Haley to the ground, along with the knife.  Pulling out its axe, it moved towards Luke.  Its intentions obvious.

"You coward, at least show me who you are, so I know who I'm killing to avenge my best friend."  Luke shouted the words, his tone pent with rage, anger and hatred.

Lifting a hand, the killer removed the mask.

Brooke fell to the ground in shock.  Her eyes widened in horror.

Lucas rubbed his eyes, the killer still stood there.

Raising its axe, pointing it at Brooke. "Ready to die, sister."  

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