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Thankyou all for your reviews! Omen is sooooooo creepy! But also so cool! lol, can you believe he came from my mind? Scary... truly scary. I'M NOT A PERVERT EMILY! lol, you wanted me to write a lemon seen so I did it... I really gotta stop doing what people tell me to do... We'll I'll stop taking up all this space because it's not like any one reads this anyway! Later mates!
WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEATH AND A HIGH LEVEL OF GORE!
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Previously...
Omen smiled. It sent chills up Kenny and Daichi's spines. He walked over to them and re-taped their mouths shut. She patted them both on the head.
'I'll be back! And when I return,' he snickered, 'You'll have another little mate to talk to!'
He walked out of the cave leaving his two 'guests' tied, gagged and defeated.
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They all reached the top of the four wooden steps and froze.
'No...' Tyson whispered.
'This can't be happening!' Max said in numb shock.
The wooden door to the Rangers Station was broken open, letting the boys see through into the cabin where red blood streaked the walls. On the door was also strips of almost dry blood
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Normal POV...
Ray, Max and Tyson edged closer to the ajar door, not wanting to see what lay beyond it. Ray pushed forward. He touched the blood streaked door and pushed it gently open. Max and Tyson felt sick at the aweful sight. The once neat and warm cabin, was now a scene of carnage and bloodshed, that lead into the next room. Ray walked in and looked around in horror.
'Silvia? Mark!'
He called ot for the two rangers nervously. Max helped Tyson into the cabin. It trully was horrible. The walls had been splattered and painted with blood. The skarlet liquid was also flicked all over the floor, and a drag mark was seen on the floor heading into the next room, as if some one was either being pulled by something or dragging their body on their own.
Ray cast an eye over to the work desk and felt his stomache churn sickeningly. Behind the wooden desk, Ray saw a pale hand lying on the floor, the arm disappearing behind the desk.
No! thought Ray stricken in terror, Please don't tell me...!
He walked around the desk. What he saw made him slap a hand over his mouth and the other over his stomache in an effort to stop himself from being sick.
'Ray?' he heard Tyson ask.
He heard them coming over.
'Don't look...' he said unable to look away himself.
Tyson and Max saw what he was looking at and turned away instantly. Max had to lean on something to prevent vomiting. Silvia was laying on the ground. Her lips were bluish and her pale skin had a light purple complection. She was limp and cold. Her hair long dark brown fanned out around her shoulders and was drenched in the blood which pooled around, having been released by the large slit across her throat.
Ray finally tore his eyes away from the dead woman and walked away. He began to search for the other ranger, Mark. He knew where he would be... at the end of the bloody drag marks on the floor that lead into the kitchen. Ray entered the room and saw the black haired man lying face down on the floor with a phone attatched to its box in his hand. Ray ran over to his side, not sure whether Mark was dead or alive. Max and Tyson entered the room as the raven haired blader bent down and checked Mark's neck for a pulse.
'Is... he alive?' asked Tyson nervously.
Ray concentrated for a moment then felt it, a faint pulse!
Yes! There's a pulse! He's still alive!
Ray looked up to the other two.
'He's alive!' he said, 'But he needs help!'
Tyson and Max kneeled beside them as Ray turned the park ranger onto his back gently. Tyson swore as Mark rolled onto his back. He had a large stab wound on his chest, which was bleeding badly and staining his sliced ranger uniform. Max looked at the phone, considering to call help but dismissed it when he heard the loud static coming from it.
'I'll... I'll go find a... a-a first aid kit o-or something!' said Ray.
Before he could get up, a clammy hand wrapped itself around Ray's wrist. The boys all looked down. Mark's face was stricken with pain. The man coughed harshly. A ribbon of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was covered in a cold sweat. He opened his eyes weakly.
'K-kids? Y-you have to... get out of here! It's d-dangerous!'
'Who did this to you Mark?' asked Tyson.
Mark looked round.
'Where are the rest of your friends?' his voice was hoarse and weak, barely above a whisper.
'They were kidnapped,' said Max, 'We need to call an ambulance for you!'
'Don't bother... phone signals are being blocked...' he muttered weakly, 'Besides, there's nothing any one can do for me now! You kids n-need to get out of here! Get out of the forest... and call the police and save ourselves!'
He gasped, hacking out blood then continued slowly.
'Is... is Silvia...?'
Ray, Max and Tyson looked away sadly.
'She's dead,' said Max quietly.
Mark nodded, as if knowing the answer already. When he was attacked, his attacker had stabbed him in the chest once then dragged him into the kitchen and left him there for dead. Mark had heard Silvia scream but could do nothing and passed out.
'Look boys, I... I don't have much time left... you must leave! Don't end up he way Silvia and I have, go and save yourselves!'
'We can't leave you like this!' sad Tyson, 'And what about our friends!'
Mark looked at him with sorrow. His hazel eyes were beginning to darken as the shadow of death crept closer.
'G-get the... po-lice... as f-for me... it's t-too late... but listen!'
He grabbed Ray by the collor and pulled the raven haired teen down closer. Mark's voice was a hoarse, feeble whisper.
'Th-the at-t-tacker... d-don't be fooled... he's j-just... a... te-'
Ray felt Mark's grasp on his shirt relinquish. The mans hand fell limply beside his cold lifeless body. Tyson, Max and Ray were in a state of dumb shock. Tyson broke out of his trance and grabbed Mark by the shirt angrily.
'Tyson!' Ray said in shock but Tyson ignored him.
'No! Don't you dare die!' he yelled, 'Don't you dare just give up! You can't leave us here alone! You c-aargh!'
The navy haired blader clasped a hand to his injured shoulder, which had re-opened and started bleeding freshly. Mark did not awaken from his eternal slumber.
Omen stood beside the doorway in the room where Silvia's body was. He breathed a short sigh of relief. Mark had died before he'd told the boys that his attacker was a teenager. A dark smile played across his face as he pulled out his glimmering dagger.
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Hilary tightened her shoe laces then sat back. Her and Kai were completely dressed again, as if nothing had happened. Kai was resting against the trees interior. Outside it had stopped raining. Hilary looked over to him. She could tell by his look of concern he was thinking about their friends, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it.
'Do you think... the others are okay?' She asked.
Kai glanced at her but didn't answer. A short moment passed.
'Come on,' he said standing up, 'I suppose we have to go find the others. I really wouldn't be surprised if Tyson has been eaten by a bear.'
Hilary smiled. She stood up and followed him as he pulled back the screen of hanging foliage that covered the exit to the hollw tree. Hilary latched onto Kai's arm affectionately, feeling completely safe and protected with him.
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Daichi and Kenny sat in the cold, dull-lighted mine cavern, shivering from the icy drafts that blew through the tunnels and down the gap in the roof. Kenny had gronw accustomed to the pain in his wrists from the tight ropes but Daichi, who had been captive for a lesser amount of time, continued to struggle and squirm, trying desperately to get free.
'It's too tight for you Daichi. You wont be able to get free. So stop, you're just causing yourself more un-neccessary pain.'
Daichi looked at him angrily.
'At least I'm trying to get free!' he said, 'You're not even moving!'
'It wouldn't matter if we got free,' said Kenny, 'Omen knows this forest like the back of his hand... he'll track us back down in no time.'
Daichi looked at him fearfully then began yelling up to the gap.
'HEY! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? HELP!'
'Shut up!' said Kenny, 'What if Omen hears you? Just imagine what he'd do to us!'
Daichi shuddered at the thought, immediatly dismissing any thoughts of continuing.
'Chief?'
Kenny looked at his young red-haired friend.
'Are we going to die?' Daichi asked.
Kenny remembered that Daichi was alot youner than him. Kenny felt sorry for the little blader. He forced a confident smile.
'Of course not!' he lied, 'Tyson, Ray, Max, Kai and Hilary are out there looking for us! No one will stop them!'
Daichi sniffed had gave a weak smile, believing in Kenny, which only made Kenny feel worse about lying to him.
'You mean it?'
'Of course,' Kenny lied again.
But his lie had made Daichi feel alot better.
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Max and Tyson sat on the couch in the cabin. Ray hung up the phone after re-dialing the police and emergency and only getting static. He'd put sheets over both Mark and Silvia's bodies. As he had done so, he noticed they both wore matching rings on their left hands. They weren't just work partners, they were married.
At least they'll be able to be together and worry-free now. Ray thought sadly.
Tyson was looking pale and his breathing was almost unnoticabley short. His arm would be starting to become inffected. Max stood up and went over to Ray.
'We need to find some anticeptic and bandages for Tyson,' he said, 'His shoulder is looking really bad and all that running and all our movements aren't allowing it to heal properly.'
Ray nodded in agreement then turned to the navy haired teen.
'Tyson?'
He looked up at his blonde and raven haired friends. He was starting to feel really cold.
'We're going to go find you some bandages alright? Do you want one of us to stay with you?' Ray asked.
Tyson shook his head.
'No, it's alright. I'll be fine!'
Ray nodded then turned back to Max.
'You check through the kitchen pantry, I'll check if they have a medicine cabinant in there bathroom.'
Max nodded and the pair split up. A few seconds passed. Tyson relaxed in the soft couch. Though he couldn't help worrying about his friends. Suddenly, something silver, a dagger, came from no where and was held up to his throat, the blade's edge gently touching his flesh, but not hard enough to break the skin. Tyson didn't move. A dark voice came from behind him.
'Scream and you're a dead man!'
A chill ran up Tyson's spine. Before he could say or do anything, the blade was taken from his throat, just to have the daggers hilt belted over the back of his head, knocking him into unconsciousness. Omen smiled.
Three down... four to go!
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This was a rather gory chapter aye? sorry to anyone who was put off! Please ignore all my spelling errors! I'm going to bed now, luv yaz all!
xoxo Tory