Until Dawn: A New Path
Chapter 8 of my Until Dawn story, enjoy.
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Chapter 8
As he searched, Emily checked her pockets and suddenly began to panic.
"Oh shit, fuck, Matt!"
"What?"
"Ahhhhh, crap!" Emily complained.
"What?" Matt repeated.
"Where is it?!"
"What? What's wrong?" he tried to get her to tell him.
"Gone... It's gone, okay?" she groaned.
"Emily, slow down." he told her calmly. "What is gone?"
Emily wasn't for calming down, however. "My freakin' phone, Sherlock!"
Immediately, Matt checked under the sofa and around with the flashlight.
"You can't find it?"
"Crap, no!" she said, before realizing, "I must have dropped it outside."
"Ahh... shit..."
Emily turned to him. "I can't lose my phone, not right now."
"You can always get a new one." Matt suggested.
"No, I really can't. Not until next month, at least."
Grimacing, Matt nodded. "Okay, okay, well, I'll help you look for it."
"It's gotta be outside." Emily reiterated.
Matt sighed. "Yeah... I don't think we wanna go out there right now with the bear...or whatever-it-is."
Emily conceded his point and sat back down while Matt resumed his search. He found a few interesting things in the cabin, like a photo of Hannah and, most notably, a book on Native American beliefs.
"Looks like we weren't the only ones to meet the friendly neighborhood terror bears." he informed Emily.
She shook her head. "That does not make me feel any better."
Matt nodded, indicating that he felt the same.
Finally, he found the matches and grinned. "Ah, here we are. Matches!"
Emily rolled her eyes. "Finally. Gonna get going or what?"
Matt just laughed and headed towards the fireplace. A small electric lantern was situated on the floor before it. He smirked and turned it on, taking care of the mood lighting. He then got to work, putting the wood in the fireplace and lighting it.
Grinning, he stood up, turning to Emily. "Man, one. Fire, zero."
Emily clapped her hands with a grin. "Very nice. Bravo."
"Alright my lady, what comes next?" Matt queried.
With a suggestive grin, Emily stood and pulled Matt towards her. They wasted no time in making out.
Unbeknownst to them, something was stalking around outside, breathing heavily. It soon approached the window and its infrared vision made out the shape of the duo inside as they soon ended up making out on the sofa.
Inside, Matt and Emily were still making out. Emily had, by now, stripped down to her black skimpy lace thong and matching bra. Matt was now down to just his jeans and white T-shirt.
Just then, a loud crashing noise got their attention, causing them to break apart.
"Wha?"
"Huh?" Emily gasped. "Matt, what is that?!"
"I don't know!" he responded at once.
"Okay... Well, go find out. Now! Move!" she hissed, sounding scared and irritable at the same time.
Matt nodded slowly, standing up and pulling on his socks and shoes before making his way to the bedroom. The window was broken and something was lying on the floor, playing a song. Matt picked it up. It was Emily' phone.
"It's your phone!" he called out, turning.
She was now standing in the bedroom's doorway, still clad in just her underwear.
"What? How is it my phone?" she replied incredulously.
Matt shrugged. "I don't know, it just...came through the window!"
Emily suddenly glared, enraged as she plucked her phone from Matt's hand.
"Oh for fuck's sake! God DAMMIT!"
"What?"
Emily then gestured outside, retorting angrily, "Those goddamned assholes probably followed us out here to fuck with us, and just when we were getting down to business!"
With that, despite the cold, despite her attire, Emily stormed through the cabin to the front door, opened it, and stepped out onto the porch, unaware that she was being watched by the same thing from earlier.
"HEY! YEAH, PRICKS! THAT MEANS YOU! I KNOW you're OUT THERE! The FUCK are you trying to do?!" she screamed into the night. "I don't know what the FUCK your problem is, but you're NOT taking it out on us. Now excuse us, Matt and I have business to attend to, so just FUCK OFF!"
Shaking her head, she turned, heading back inside, slamming the door.
"Oh, give me a fucking break." she muttered.
Standing by the door, arms crossed, she looked over at Matt. He sighed and began to approach her.
Suddenly, something broke through the door's window, grabbing Emily by her head. She screamed in sheer terror as the thing that grabbed her yanked her forcefully through the broken window part of the door and out into the frigid night, her screams still echoing horribly as Matt witnessed the whole thing in utter shock and terror.
Recovering from the sudden attack on Emily, Matt darted forwards, still holding his lantern.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. What the fuck?!" he cried out.
He grabbed the hunting rifle that he had spotted next to the door when they'd entered and darted outside the cabin, leaping down into the snow.
"Emily!" he yelled, before noting the footprints and drag marks in the snow. "Oh my god, oh my god..."
He took off running, following the trail. "Emily! Emily..." he cried out, listening, praying that he could hear her respond, even if it was only a scream.
His heart was hammering, the blood pounded in his head, the wind rushed past his ears. All Matt could think about was saving Emily from whatever or whoever had grabbed her. As such, the cold barely affected him, not even when he stopped to contemplate his choices, for he saw two routes ahead. One was shorter but more risky, jumping over some fallen metal tubing to cross the river, or following the path around. For Matt, it was a no-brainer and he began to leap from metal tube to metal tube until he missed the last one and cursed as he landed in the river. He forced himself out of the river and, ignoring the cold, took off running again.
"Emily! EMILY! EMILY!" he cried out as he continued to run. But his frantic searching was still getting no response.
He stopped when he reached a ledge and he looked around. It was dark, hard to see, and the ground was some distance below. Gritting his teeth, he set his lantern down and aimed the hunting rifle, trying to use the scope to see the path below.
He searched without any result and began to panic. "Jesus, fuck...fuck..." he whispered, but then stopped. "Emily, NO!"
He spotted her, a little worse for wear. Dirt had smeared onto the back of her thighs and underwear. She was frantically crawling away from something. But then, whatever it was, as Matt couldn't see it through the scope, grabbed her and began pulling her away.
"Argh, NO!" she screamed, before pleading loudly, "MATT, HELP ME! HELP ME!"
She was yanked away out of sight, still screaming. Matt leapt to his feet, picking up the lantern and shouldering the rifle again. He wasted no time and jumped down, sliding down the cliff.
"Holy SHIT! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! URGH!"
The whole way down, he cried out, trying, but failing to grab a branch on the way down to slow his fall. As such, he landed painfully and hard, but got to his feet as fast as he could. He quickly retrieved the rifle and lantern and kept running.
"Keep going, keep going." he told himself.
His adrenaline pounded, making him move faster, ducking under low-hanging tree branches and leaping over protruding tree roots. He silently cursed. He could no longer hear Emily screaming. His only source of finding her was the unusual footprints and drag marks still fresh in the snow.
He stopped again briefly as he found himself at a chasm. There were two ways across. He could either shimmy across the edges, or use the rock platforms to jump across.
'Okay, c'mon... Fuck it, Emily's life is at stake.' he told himself, and threw caution to the wind.
It was a startling experience, but he managed to make the jumps, some of them only just. Once on the other side, he wasted no time and resumed pursuit, picking up the trail once more.
He shook his head as he pursued. 'There's no way that this is a freaking bear, but what else is so fast or strong... This doesn't... I swear, if it is some person, I am gonna really lose it.'
Growling and urging himself onwards, he soon stopped again. He was standing at the top of a cliff, overlooking an old abandoned mine building. Looking at the path below, Matt made up his mind at once and began to slide down the ledge, taking care to arrest his fall and slow his descent.
Soon, he reached the bottom, landing on his feet. He picked up his rifle and lantern again and began to make his way towards the mine building. The trail stopped here, which worried him.
"HELP ME!" Emily suddenly screamed.
"Shit! Shit, shit!" Matt growled as he entered the mine building. Following her screams, he tried to find her.
"Oh no, Matt!"
"EMILY!" he yelled back, trying to get her attention.
This time, her scream was more focused, telling him that she had heard him. "HELP ME!"
"Emily!" he called out again, but this time, no reply. "Emily!"
Instantly, panic settled in and he hurried through the building, descending a set of stairs when he found them. His heart leapt into his mouth when he heard Emily shriek again.
"EMILY, I'M COMING!" he called out, trying to reassure her, but she continued to scream. "EMILY! EMILY!"
But she did not reply.
That scared him more than anything. "Emily!"
He reached the bottom of the steps and rounded a corner, slowly approaching the center for the room, his eyes widening in horror. An old elevator was stationed there and as he drew close, he heard something, then yelped as something fell from above and hit the shaft hard.
"NO! OH, GOD! Nooo... Emily... Oh god!" he cried.
He had been too late. For lying there, still in just her underwear, covered in so many injuries and certainly dead, her jaw ripped completely off, was Emily. It even looked like pieces of skin on her arms and legs had been forcibly peeled off completely!
Matt began to reach for her when suddenly, there was a loud metallic snap and the elevator dropped into the depths of the mines.
"EMILY!"
Matt started in dismay as her body vanished from sight. He had come so close and now she was gone. Head bowed, he nearly collapsed into tears. Then he noticed a strange shape forming a shadow above him.
"Huh? What the fuck?" he mumbled as he looked upwards.
He could see the shape now. It was clearly a person. A figure that was looking down at him. A sudden rage gripped Matt. This had to be the person responsible for what happened to Emily. At that point, only one thing registered in Matt's mind: vengeance.
Reacting at once in blind anger, Matt raised the rifle, taking aim at the figure above and firing. Matt wasn't sure exactly what happened next. Either he missed or the figure avoided the shot. Either way, he shouldered the rifle and began to run up the stairs.
'Son of a bitch. You're not getting away from me!' he thought furiously.
Running up the stairs, he very nearly fell through a hole in the floor, but leapt over it at the last second. He stopped only when he reached the elevator shaft and began to climb it.
Seeing a ledge above him, he leapt up to it, only for it to break. He let out a yelp but quickly caught a lower ledge. Gritting his teeth, he struggled upwards, climbing still, moving as quickly as possible.
'Shit, shit, c'mon!'
Urging himself onwards (although the adrenaline was slowly wearing out now), he began climbing up the right side of a wall, using various protruding bits of metal as hand and foot holds. Gritting his teeth, he jumped over the gap and finally landed on the ledge that the figure had been standing on. Right away, he saw that it was a tunnel. Towards the end of the tunnel was a male figure walking away.
Matt pulled out the rifle. 'It's him, that's gotta be the guy... For Emily...' He pulled the trigger, only for the gun to jam. Matt's anger gave way to dismay and he cursed angrily.
"What? Come on, come ON!" he growled, throwing the now useless gun aside. "Piece of shit..."
Looking up, he saw the man jumping down a hole and a gate beginning to close.
"Christ!" he yelled as he took off running. "Gotta make it!" He dropped and slid along the ground, only just making it past the gate before it fully closed. Catching his breath, Matt struggled upright.
'Dammit, gotta keep after him. Can't let what happened to Emily...'
He shook his head. He had to focus on following and finding out who this guy was, then he'd get his revenge. Spotting an older style lantern, Matt quickly claimed it, turning it on with his lighter before picking it up and following the path that the figure took. He leapt down the hole and made his way out of the mines and into the snow.
"Oh, fuck." he muttered as the cold finally bit at him.
But then he saw it. A strange large building was in the distance. He could just make out the man that he saw earlier walking up the path towards it.
"Jesus..." he whispered to himself. "The fuck is that place?"
He slowly and carefully began to follow the path himself.
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