A/N: I want to thank all the loyal users who are constantly reviewing my story and reading each chapter. You guys are the coolest! I am going to update more since I had this brilliant idea that is going to wreck hell over everyone's lives-especially Tommy and Chuckie! So, enjoy chapter twelve!
Chapter Twelve
Savannah bolted into the cabin, drenching wet cloak and all. She squeezed out her damp hair before stepping into the light. She noticed that her prey was awake-Bridget. She approached the girl.
"Hey, Bridget. I got some info for you," Savannah announced, plopping next to Bridget.
"Good for you. But I have no interest in your petty information," Bridget snidely informed her.
"Who are you calling petty, Miss Slut. I just risked my life out there in the dark and I even had to knock somebody out for this info! It's priceless," Savannah whined.
"Well guess what? The deal is off. I don't want any information on Finster or Deville or any of their other little snotty friends," Bridget decided.
"If it makes you feel any better, Lil's twin is still in the forest. I…umm… disposed of him for a few hours," Savannah whispered lightly.
"Perfect. Lil will think that something worse happened…absolutely perfect. Now, tell me, my dear. Since I have thus changed my mind, tell me what you heard…" Bridget jeered wickedly.
"Well-" All of a sudden the door burst open, revealing damp darkness. Kimi, Lil, and Susie emerged.
"Never mind," Savannah yawned and gave a nasty glare to the girls before all lights disappeared.
Meanwhile…
Chuckie and Tommy sat awake, making slight glances at the clock. Phil had been missing for over seven hours and they were getting quite anxious. Chuckie paced around the room, dialing frantically Phil's cell phone number. Beads of sweat slowly ascended from Tommy's forehead.
"That's it, Tommy! We have to go! Phil is in trouble!" Chuckie announced.
"It's three in the morning. I have to agree with you, we need to get out and find Phil," Tommy agreed, grasping the thought that Phil could be in vital danger.
"But what if we get caught?" Chuckie wondered to himself.
Tommy interjected, "Well, then, I guess we're just going to have to risk that."
Tommy and Chuckie bolted out of the cabin and into the pouring rain that had greeted them. They rushed over the river's edge, hoping that Phil would be miraculously there. But how wrong they were. Chuckie and Tommy arrived at the dock, gawking that the site. They hurried carefully under the dock, using their illuminated flashlights to guide their way through the water. There was no sign of Phil.
"Tommy! Where the hell could he be!" Chuckie exploded.
"I don't know, Chuck. But we're going to have to hurry before it's too late…"
Meanwhile…
Phil's cold, lifeless body remained hidden in the woods. He was floating between life and death, and consciousness. If I die, I want Kimi to know I loved her, Phil thought. His eyes were clasped shut and his breathing tensed. He sudden saw a flash of white light, guiding him to his fate. He felt free, floating on a cloud, where he could be calm and tranquil. He heard a whisper before being dragged back down. He heard voices from behind, something telling him it wasn't his time to go. Footsteps approaching. He was about to whisper something before the creature stopped. Suddenly, the footsteps hit the wooded path more rapidly and quicker until the thing towered above Phil.
"Phil! Phil!" Tommy and Chuckie called. Phil was relieved someone had found him.
"Oh, Phil," Chuckie stated while Tommy cradled his head in his hands. "Everything is going to be alright."
A/N: This is NOT the end of the story. Turn the page-I am going to try to continue and finish the story today.