Bloody Snow
Chapter 1 ~ Hack
Moe Forks – "The Butler"
Male, age 70
Moe has been loyally working for the Lewis family all his life, and will be preparing the food for family dinners at the Lewis mansion. He is thrilled to have Becca getting married.
In my extravagant blue dress, I stepped onto the plane my father had rented out to get me to Faun's Hollow, Alaska- my childhood home and the sight of my wedding to my fiancé Luke.
I was the first to get here; of course I was, I was here early so I could keep track of everyone.
"This is going to be an amazing week," Luke said, standing next to me, smiling. He bent down and we kissed.
"Get a room!" Yelled a young boy, and I looked over to see my 9-year-old nephew Kaden.
"Kaden! Carrie! Give me a hug!" I yelled flinging myself at my younger sister and her cute son. Carrie was to be a bridesmaid, and Kaden was the ring barer.
"I'm so happy for you!" Carrie said smiling her fake smile, hugging me tight. Carrie had never liked Luke- I guess my father had rubbed off on her. I hurried her and Kaden onto the large plane.
"BECCA!!!!!!!" I heard a yell of my name and looked over to see one of my best friends from my childhood, Noelle Lucas. I chose her to be a bridesmaid.
"NOELLE! I am so happy to see you!" I yelled, grabbing her hands and dancing around in circles excitedly.
"I just can't wait!" Noelle said, glowing, pulling her sweater tighter around her in the frosty October air. I shoved her onto the plane.
"Luke, buddy!" I heard two guys boom, over the distance. It was twin groomsmen, and college buddies, Kenn and Keith Wallace.
"Kenn! Keith!" Luke exclaimed, sprinting over and jumping into them. Keith pulled out a cigarette.
"I thought you quit!" Said Luke.
"I thought you quit," smirked Keith, pointing at me. I gasped, and walked over to smack him plain across the face.
"You little…" I snickered, slapping Keith across the face once again.
"Guys, stop!" shouted Luke. We broke it up and Keith and Kenn boarded the plane.
"SIS!" shouted my older sister, Rachal, from across the airstrip. She came running, while her husband and mother in law were walking slowly, towing luggage.
"RACHAL!" I yelled wrapping my arms around her. Rachal and I had always been tight.
"Oh I missed you! I am so excited!" she said, and we squeezed each other. Son enough, her husband, Greg Schmidt, and his disapproving mother, Donna Schmidt, walk to the plane and grab a wedding itinerary on the way up.
Soon, Rachal followed, with the daughter of my father's associate, Blaire Buckingham, a snob. She had been forced to come to the wedding.
Prancing up in her black heels and black dress came my wedding planner, Carol Mendez. Carol was a local like I was, and was excited to come back to Faun's Hollow. We discussed some wedding details, and she boarded.
Next, was best man and best friend of my husband, Drew Anders. "DREW!" screamed Luke, and they went up and patted each other on the back and talked for about five minutes before Drew boarded the plane.
"Snickers!" said the familiar voice of Katrina, one of my bridesmaids and childhood friends.
"Kit-Kat!" I said back, entertaining us.
"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Campbell," Katrina said, pulling out a tall, lean man with brown hair.
"Hello," he said, shaking my hand. He seemed nice enough. After about 10 minutes of catching up, they boarded the jet.
"Howdy, cousin!" my older cousin Mason Lewis said in a phony southern accent.
Mason had always been a cheap freeloader, but he was family, so of course he had to be invited to the wedding. "Hey!" I greeted him kindly, and he went onto the boat to have free ordure's.
A few minutes of waiting, and out of a shiny silver sports car came groomsmen Devin Clarkson and David Johns. Devin was a rich geek, and childhood friend of Luke's, and mine while David was my fiancés brother, whom he had a strained relationship with. They grew up in foster care together.
After a few moments of greetings, I pounded my foot on the gravel, waiting anxiously for my last guest so the plane could take off and then land in Faun's Hollow, on my father's airstrip.
"Kylie!" I sighed, hugging one of my best friends so tight it wasn't even funny. She was a bridesmaid.
"Hun! It's been so long," Kylie said with some kind of twang. "Got stuck in traffic," she said, unenthusiastically.
Finally, we all boarded the plane and took our seats. I sat next to Luke in one of the front first class seats. In first class also were Kaden, Carrie, Rachal, Greg, Donna, David, Kylie & Blaire.
"Hello everyone!" I said going back to coach with many of the other passengers. We pulled out champagne, ordure's and began to mingle. I sat with Katrina, Noelle and Kylie, 3 of my bridesmaids.
"I am so happy for you," said Noelle, then pointing to Katrina she said "Maybe this one will tie the not with hers someday," laughing, she pointed to Campbell.
Katrina punched her playfully. "Oh, guys I so can't wait to get back to Faun's Hollow and see everyone again," Kylie blurted excitedly.
"I know! I wonder how my brother's bar is doing!" questioned Noelle. Her family owned to only bar or pub in town, and while Noelle had moved to New York when her parents died, her brother Trent had stayed to run the bar.
"Probably good, I mean, my father and Tom are still in town," I said snickering, and we clanked our champagne glasses together.
After giggling, Katrina said "Well, your dad is paying for the entire wedding, so I wouldn't sass him too much," she warned, then started laughing.
"Drunk!" Yelled Noelle. We laughed hysterically.
Mr. Roy Lewis, father of Carrie Lewis, Rachal Schmidt, and Becca Lewis (soon to be Johns), stood on his front porch in a tuxedo, sipping champagne, waiting for the wedding party of his middle daughter to arrive at his elegant palace. He promised himself that even though he didn't care for Luke, his daughter's fiancé, he would have fun this week, no matter what.
After about 2 hours of mingling, most of the passengers on the plane went to bed. It was only when the flight attendant came to wake us to tell us to fasten our seat belts for landing when we all awakened.
A few moments later, and we were on the tarmac of my father's airstrip, in this ten building town. We one by one gathered our luggage and went over down the street to the hotel. When I opened the door there were lights, streamers, and food and drink. A banner that said GOOD LUCK BECCA + LUKE was hanging in the room.
I looked around, and found Claire. Claire was the owner of the hotel, and had been my childhood babysitter. "Claire!" I gasped, hugging her tightly. "Tom!" I then said, hugging her husband and the hotel's caterer.
"Alright everyone, it's time for checking in," said an obviously ecstatic Claire, as she led us one by one to our rooms. My father refused to share the mansion. I saw Noelle talking to older brother Trent.
The 2 other locals, Officer Jay Garrison, a childhood acquaintance, and Reverend Archie Smith, were standing in the corner talking. Archie was to marry Luke & I.
I followed a directory up to my honeymoon suite. I flopped down on the bed, and was soon making out with Luke.
"This," he said pausing for a quick make out session, "is amazing!"
I smiled and looked out the window to the town I had grown up in. Mostly everyone had moved out or died. This week would be amazing.
Reverend Archie Smith decided he would take a walk down the one street of Faun's Hollow, his nearly deserted town. He was thrilled to marry Luke and Becca, and after a long and fruitful career ending with this wedding, he would retire.
The Reverend walked into the church, alone, and went to his office. He put on his glasses and looked through a few files when a killer came up from in front of him with a chainsaw. Archie didn't scream, he hid under the desk.
"Somebody help!" he yelled as the murderer cut up the desk. But no one could hear his screams, and the murderer got to him, and took the chainsaw to hack him to pieces. Reverend Smith lay in several pieces, blood pools everywhere, on the floor of the church.
My dear Katrina and I lay on a soft mattress in a lofty hotel room, making out hotly.
Katrina moaned and pulled me in closer. "Room service!" a man yelled, before bursting in.
"Drew!" yelled Katrina, pushing away the best man, pulling on a sweatshirt quickly over the tank top she was wearing. Drew laughed and quickly left the room.
"What's HIS problem?" I asked Katrina, while she pulled her hair back.
"I don't know. He's just… Drew," she said have frowning half giggling.
After lying with Luke in our room for about an hour, we gathered up the guests for the first dinner of the trip, at my father's house. His treat.
We walked in our fancy clothes down the old dirt road and up the wrap around deck of my childhood home, where we found 4 tables with seating placement cards, and hundreds of food items on a bar across the room.
"Moe prepared it," my father said, smiling, speaking of our life long butler.
"MOE!" I yelled after finding him, and I ran over and wrapped my arms around the old man. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Thank YOU Mistress Becca," he said, smiling warmly at me. I took my seat between Luke and my father, across from Rachal and Carrie and Kaden at the 'family' table.
"I want a cookie," said Kaden, frowning, reaching but not getting his wanted cookie. Kaden was cute enough to get whatever he wanted and he knew it.
"Here you go sweetie," I said, passing him the cookie smiling.
"What do you say?" asked Carrie.
"Thank you Aunt Becca," he said reluctantly.
After dinner, Donna Schmidt, the snobby mother in law of Rachal, went out to the lake for a drink on her own.
She sat on a plastic lawn chair, watching out. It was almost always daylight here, and that pissed Donna off.
The killer revved their chainsaw and came up from behind Donna. She ran away at first, but her old woman reflexes weren't enough.
The killer got Donna and began to hack her into little bitty pieces, and he threw then into the fire pit for the guests to find at a later time.
DEATHS - CHAPTER 1
Reverend Archie Smith - "The Priest"
Donna Schmidt - "The In Law"