It's crazy to think that this story is almost a year old now. Looking back, I realize how much I plagiarized the first 4 "seasons". I know I have said this before, but I feel I should remind myself that I will no longer go strictly by Until Dawn's script. Dialogue, events, and characteristics will be similar to the original yet vastly different. This should reduce my chances of getting sued. I have also noticed that reviews have been quite low. Lastly, I will definitely start working more frequently on this story along with others. I hope you guys enjoy.
Go to the Bridge: 3
Go to Cliff: 0
"Alright, fine, but you're going first."
"Excuse me? Last time I went first, I nearly died."
"Well, I'm not keen on the idea of you going first, but like I said: I know when we are fucking up." I walked ahead of her so she knows I care about her since she would have just yelled louder if I insisted. I've never felt so cold, my teeth about to shatter from jittering. I know it's the fear of what could be ahead that's making me shiver, but I don't let her know. See, men have always been raised to hold in our emotions, and "boys don't cry", so I'm smiling despite that inside my head there's a voice screaming at me to turn around and run.
The wooden floor creaking underneath me sent a chill down my spine, as each board was withered with age and the brutal winter. A particular board broke underneath me, and I let out a yelp as my foot sank bellow the floor. I looked down to inspect my leg when I noticed a pink, snow-covered... thing.
"What the hell?" I muttered as I picked up the object, and upon closer inspection, it was a phone. Covered in cracks, I wiped away the frost from the screen and pressed the power button. To add to my confusion, it's screen glistened as it turned on, the battery still half-full. Its background was a drum set, with 'SH' in cursive on the bass drum.
"Oh my god."
"What is it?" I heard from a few feet behind me, and I turned with a pained expression as it hit me. Sure, this could've been anyone's phone. Could have belonged to some drum student that dropped it. But I remember sometimes when I would wake up after "spending the night" at Victoria's, and hear a lot of thuds, bangs, and crashes come from down the hall. Victoria told me that she went into Stella's room once and saw a giant drum set next to the bed, with a big 'SH' in cursive on the bass drum.
"This is Stella's phone."
"No, you're fucking me." She took the phone from my hand and inspected it closely, and her face turned pale on sight of the background. "No fucking way."
I looked at the wood and kicked away the snow, but my foot caught something. I carefully removed the snow to see ice that froze during a cold winter, not getting a single chance to melt. It was in the shape of a foot, smaller than mine but around Tori's size. Someone made a print here, and the outline remains due to the cold weather. The heel was facing me, and the toes were facing the cliff, and my heart sank. I rose and without hesitation grabbed my ax and made a bee-line to the cliff, only to be showered with concerns from my girlfriend.
I finally slowed at the edge and peered over to see anything that could help me. There was a big opening into a cave at the base, and a sharp rock sticking out at the mouth, like a tooth.
"Hey, Tori! I think I know where Brooke and Stella went." I shouted over my shoulder as she ran towards me, her face covered in cluelessness before another loud screech filled the air. Whatever it was, it was close. Then a rather low, animal-like grunt came from the trees, and many creatures began to emerge. A herd of big, strong, and possibly angry elk moving closer and closer to us, shaking their antlers at us as a warning...
I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, and I promise to release another in the near future. I also hope you guys liked Stella being a drummer in this timeline. Recently I've been imagining what role the girls from LiS would choose in a band, and I thought Stella would be a good choice for a drummer. Anyways, I will see you all later.