Chapter Eighteen
Savannah knew her time was limited. She slowly approached the sandy shore, bending down to the dark, musty night sky. She took another puff of her cigarette before laying it down carefully on the dock, yanking off her shorts and tee shirt. Letting the sharp, clear wind brush against her uncovered flesh letting Savannah relax. She lit another cigarette and dropped it carefully on the dock, letting the smoke and flames from it fill the air.
"This is to Camp Cornwall," she declared, dropping a few more cigarettes on the wood. "Let it rot in hell with me." The smoke reminded her of home, the fire, the smoke, the pain. A grin cascaded her face as she slowly watched the demise of Camp Cornwall. A stealthy trail of footsteps cascaded behind her, until she was facing one person-Angelica.
"I know what you did Savannah," she announced. "And I'm going to stop it from ever happening again."
"So look what the cat dragged in? Watching the termination of the poor, innocent souls of our camp? Or here to finally get your petty 'revenge?"' Savannah cackled along with the newly rising flames.
"I know you murdered Bridget Sharpe," Angelica hissed, breaking the barrier.
"How do you know Pickles? It's pretty apparent you have little evidence," Savannah hastily remarked.
"It's all on the table, my dear. The manipulation, the person who knocked Phil out in the woods, the person who was spying on Susie and Kimi," Angelica slyly whispered, letting the flames capture the land behind her.
"Well, since you are the only one here, you have that damn revenge. I did kill Bridget. And it was for a damn good reason. She lied to me, she knew too much. I had to get rid of her-the logical explanation," Savannah malevolently said.
"But why did you frame Chuckie and Tommy for it?" Angelica desperately wanted to know.
"Don't you see? I was killing two birds with one stone-literally. I could kill Tommy and Chuckie, and I could distinguish Bridget all the while. It was perfect," Savannah pronounced.
"Well, I have one thing for you," Angelica yelled, and suddenly raging flames surrounded the two girls.
"What the hell is that, Pickles? Any final words?" Savannah asked evilly.
"Yes. Rot in hell," Angelica yelled before shoving Savannah into the dark, deep water. But Savannah clung on for dear life.
"You won't get rid of me. I have one more thing planned for you," Savannah gasped.
"What?" Angelica was anxious to know, leaning over the lake.
"You're going down with me, sugar. Take this," Savannah hoarsely yelled, before kicking over the dock. With the raging flames and all the gases around, the wood collapsed, violently sending the girls and the dock into the raging waters.
To be continued…