Bloody Snow
This chapter was long. And I mean long. The chapter itself WITHOUT the notes was 5,200 words. Longer than any chapter to any story I have written. 5,700 words with comments.
And I am planning on keeping it around this length. Because I get to use all of my ton of characters. Haha. Don't worry. I'll be killing most of the stock characters soon enough my friends :).
I'd like to thank James, my loyal reviewer, who has also been giving me advice. Anyone out there? I know there are people viewing, but seriously, can I please have a review? Even a mean one? I'm a review whore- I live for your opinions. Please, PLEASE review. Anonymous is on.
Songs I love and think you should listen to: Fifteen:Taylor Swift, Need You Now:Lady Antebellum && Sex On Fire:Sugarland (cover of Kings of Leon).
In this chapter, the characters split up to find Blaire and Tom, while two more guests are murdered. Spooky :O.
Still Alive:
Adam
Andrea
Becca
Carmen
Campbell
Carrie
Carol
Corinne
Claire
Daniel
David
Devin
Diane
Drew
Frank
Graham
Greg
James
Jeff
Kaden
Katrina
Keith
Kenn
Kylie
Luke
Mason
Moe
Noelle
Rachal
Raymond
Roy
Shea
Trent
Wilson
Chapter 4– Pinned
By 7 AM this clouded morning, all the guests were up and about, and still didn't notice the missing guests. They just assumed they were sleeping.
"I still haven't seen Tom! Has anyone?" Claire asked, clearly in a state of panic. Tom had now been missing for two or three days.
"No, but Claire, don't panic, he has to be around here somewhere," Carrie reassured, which was true. They were completely snowed in at the moment.
"I know your Tom, he shouldn't have been gone this long," Graham chimed in, followed by a chorus of "yeah"s.
"Graham is right, Tom would always tell someone if he were to be gone this long, I mean, he wouldn't want us getting worried," Shea said, along with a few nods.
"What happens if he's still out there!" Andrea panicked, even though she didn't know Tom, and had never met him.
"The singer is right; what if Tom is lost out in the snow?" Drew asked.
"Speaking of Tom missing, has anyone seen Blaire yet today?" Daniel asked, while Diane nodded vigorously.
"No… I saw her smoking outside around 2 last night, that's the last time I know," Corinne admitted, and everyone shook their heads as if they hadn't seen Blaire since.
"Great. So we have two missing people and we're snowed in," Kylie stated pessimistically.
"Speaking of the missing, not to bring the mood down, but I haven't seen Officer Garrison or the Reverend since the first day or two we were here," Noelle admitted, while frowning.
"Yeah, has anyone seen them?" Luke asked, and everyone shook their heads no. "Great, make that FOUR missing people."
"What about Donna?" Rachal asked.
"I already said, she texted me saying she had to leave," Greg said, holding his wife's hand in a vice grip.
"So what are we going to do? Go out and look for them?" Devin asked, teeth chattering from fear and the cold.
"I think we should," Becca said, solidifying Devin's suggestion. "Let's split up," she said.
"Well, shouldn't some people stay here in case they come back?" Katrina asked, clutching Campbell's arm.
"Definitely. How should we split up? How many people in a group?" asked a curious Campbell.
"Well," Luke said, stepping on a chair to count out the people, "Maybe 2 to 5 in a group? That might work," he said, and started moving his finger around and closing his eyes in thought.
"Kylie, Campbell, Katrina, Devin," Luke said, beckoning the group over to the side. "Uh, Carol, and, Claire," he continued, rushing the unlucky pair together. "Corinne, Raymond, Daniel, Diane," Luke called out, and the Buckingham clan & company stepped to the side. "Um, Carmen, Jeff and James, Madison, Rachel and Greg, Wilson, Andrea, Adam, Trent and Noelle, Keith, Kenn and David," Luke gasped, finally finishing the rant. "Oh, and I'll go with Drew and Becca," he finished, stepping down. There was much buzz as the groups formed.
"That means Frank, Shea, Graham, Carrie, Kaden and Mason stay back at the bar or hotel. And Roy and Moe are up at the mansion still, don't be afraid to get them," Drew yelled over the commotion.
The groups pulled on winter clothing and quickly dispersed out into the sheer Alaskan cold.
Drew trekked through the mountains of snow, dragging his feet, helping Becca along, with Luke a few feet ahead. "I don't get why we're out here," Drew complained, "It's not like you guys think something HAPPENED to them, do you?" Drew asked, now fearing the worst.
"We don't know, Drew, we don't know anything. For all we know, they could still be down at the bar," Becca suggested, though she knew this wasn't true.
"Couldn't we just call the police?" Drew asked again.
"The phone lines are down. And Officer Garrison can repair them, but he's missing, isn't he?" Luke shot with hostility. Becca nudged him. "Sorry, it just gets me really worked up that he has to be so complicated," Luke stated, staring sympathetically at the helpless Becca.
"Luke, he's your best friend," Becca responded with a whimper in her voice, talking as if Drew wasn't there.
"Let's just hope we can find them before the wedding," Drew chimed thoughtfully. The other two nodded and the group continued trekking through the snow.
"BLAIRE! TOM!" Becca screamed, the sound of her calls rolling over the hills, miles around. But Blaire and Tom would never hear her.
"Where can that girl be!" Diane Buckingham said frustrated, tired of getting her designer boots soaked with snow.
"We have to keep looking. BLAIRE!" her husband Daniel yelled, while Raymond and Corinne joined in.
"BLAIRE! IF YOU'RE OUT THERE, YELL!" Corinne shouted, scurrying across mountains of frozen water, her tiny legs not able to carry her much farther. It's not like she or Raymond cared for Blaire, or the Buckinghams. They were snobs. At least they payed well.
"REVEREND! JAY!" Raymond shouted over the snow bank, though he got no response.
"This is hopeless. I think we should go back to the hotel," Corinne stated, and Raymond nodded in agreement.
"No! We've only been out here for about an hour! We need to find my little girl," Daniel said, in a fit, practically in tears.
"Mr. Buckingham, I'd rather not get frostbite for that bitch of a daughter of yours. There may be some good people, like the Reverend or that police officer, but your daughter is not one of them. Come on, Corinne, let's get out of here," Raymond said, and it felt as though Daniel had been stabbed in the heart.
Raymond grabbed Corinne by the arm, and tugged her across the snow, towards the hotel.
As they walked away, Daniel whispered a few words to himself. "You're fired…" he stated, although he knew his (ex) employees could not hear him.
"REVEREND! TOM! SOMEONE!" Carol shouted, quite a few yards ahead of her 'partner' Claire. If Claire new about Carol's affair with Tom, this group could get ugly.
"TOM! SWEETIE! ANSWER ME!" Claire screeched in desperation. Claire's calls of terror seemed unusually faint to Carol, she turned around to find that she couldn't see Claire anymore. Carol began to panic and scream.
Meanwhile, Claire ran vigorously through the snow-covered woods, calling the name of her husband, and lost partner Carol, while at the same time stumbling over herself. Tears streamed down her face, and a light coating of snow was on her jacket, from falling over so many times. In desperation, and in vain, Claire called out again. "TOM! DARLING! COME TO ME!" Claire screeched, before completely collapsing in the snow.
"Ah shit," Raymond mumbled, "We're lost."
"No, no, no! Don't say that. We can't be lost. We just… Are confused. Yes! Confused," Corinne stated, in denial, going crazy. Raymond and Corinne had been searching for the Inn for nearly an hour.
"Corinne, calm down, calm down, babe," Raymond suggested, calm cool and collected for his (ex) coworker. On the inside Raymond was screaming for warmth and rest, a place to sit down, or at least to find other people.
"It's hopeless. I can't calm down! WE ARE LOST! IN THE COLD! With 4 people missing! I wonder if this is what happened to them…" Corinne mumbled, worrying for the missing people.
"It's okay. We'll be okay. They'll be okay. Everything will be fine," Raymond insisted, pulling the hysterical friend into a warm, tight hug.
"Come on, guys, keep up!" Kenn said giggling, pelting David and his twin Keith with snowballs.
"Wow, that giggle was gay. OH MY GOD WHAT'S THAT!" David screamed, and when Kenn turned around, David nailed him in the face. "Made you look," David said, sticking out his tongue. Kenn smirked devilishly, then whispered to Keith. All of a sudden Keith yelled.
"NAIL HIM!" the twins yelled simultaneously, showering David in snow.
"GUYS! GUYS STOP!" David yelled. "Remember, we have to find the missing people. Not soak each other with snowballs."
Keith nodded somberly. "Come on guys, let's keep it moving," he said, running ahead of them. "TOM! BLAIRE!" Keith shouted, and the other two groomsmen ran following him across the snow pack.
"Frank, want a drink?" Shea asked the photographer, who nodded and pulled a stool to the bar. In the bar, Roy and Moe were already sipping vodka in a corner. Mason sat alone drinking shots. Carrie, Kaden and Graham sat together in another corner, Graham and Carrie laughing and talking over a cup of coffee, while Kaden played with a toy car.
Shea poured some red wine into a glass that she slid across the counter to Frank. "I feel like I've seen you before, Mr. Frank person, but I don't know where. Do you recognize me?" Shea asked, puzzled, with wonder in her eyes.
"Actually, I'm surprised you don't remember me, Mrs. Allen. I was actually your wedding photographer," Frank said, smiling warmly at Shea. Shea lit up in surprise.
"I remember now! You took the wonderful pictures of me and my ex-husband," Shea said, gagging not only at the mention of her lying cheating dead husband, but at how horrid those wedding photos actually had been.
"Yes, Mrs. Allen, I will never forget your wedding, extravagant," Frank said, sipping red wine, then looked as if he remembered something. "How's Mr. Allen? Richard?"
Shea frowned. "Richard… Was murdered. Harpooned at my sisters wedding on Harper's Island massacre. The groom killed everyone. Only me, my daughter Madison, now in college, and my friends Abby and Jimmy survived," Shea said sighing, downing a shot of tequila.
"Oh, Mrs. Allen, I am so sorry, that's horrible," Frank said, reaching his hand out to pat her on the back.
Shea stopped his hand before it could touch her and held it in the air. "Don't be."
"Corinne!" Raymond screeched across the mid morning. He had lost his partner somewhere about a mile back. He hadn't a clue where she was.
"Oh, shit…" He said to himself, scurrying along in the snow, scared as can be.
Jeff and James lifted Carmen up on top of a steep ravine, as she was too short and weak to climb it.
"Thanks, guys," Carmen said, smiling thankfully.
"No problem. Now, let's find Tom and that super hot Blaire," Jeff suggested, and James high-fived him as they chest bumped.
"Wow, you really are SO immature," Carmen said, sneering at the boys. "We seriously need to try to find them. REVEREND! JAY!" she yelled, as she dragged her feet in the snow. The snow got too thick, and Carmen tumbled back over the ravine, head first. She screamed a terrible screamed and plunged into the snow.
"CARMEN!" James yelled, and he dived over the ravine to find the unconscious Latina.
"Jeff! Get down here and help!" James yelled up the ravine, and soon Jeff landed in the snow next to him.
"Oh, shit. Oh shit. Blood! There's BLOOD!" Jeff said, panicked, as he didn't deal with blood well. "Here's my muffler! Wrap it around her head. Uh, apply pressure," Jeff suggested, and James began to plug up Carmen's head wound with Jeff's muffler.
All they could do was wait.
"Andrea, I can't pick you up, I've told you that," Adam stated to his tired wife, who insisted on being carried.
"Come on darling, just a few minutes!" Andrea countered, while Wilson snickered at the young couple, and Andrea's laziness. She could NOT be a pilot, Wilson thought to himself, then giggled at the thought.
"Andrea, seriously cut the shit, and get your ass moving. You're forgetting that there are 4 people missing out there," Noelle declared, with a sense of hostility. "TOM! BLAIRE! JAY!"
"Yeah, I knew a chic hot as you couldn't be sane," Trent admitted. Adam stared daggers at Trent.
"Trent, seriously? Really?" Noelle said, poking her brother.
"Sorry…" he said, fearing what his sister could be capable of. He couldn't help but be on edge; his town, his bar, and suddenly more people than the amount that live in the town come here for a wedding. They abandoned this town after high school, everyone but him. Why should he let them come back now?
"Let's go, we have to keep moving, for their sake," Wilson said, glancing towards the sky. "Shit," he mumbled, "snow."
Andrea groaned and leaped into the arms of the unwilling Adam, who reluctantly carried her along through the icy woods.
"REVEREND! BLAIRE!" Noelle screeched across the icy winds, but it was to no use, the sound was carried away on the wind.
The remaining guests at the hotel quickly dispersed back to their rooms, and Mason followed Graham to talk to him in Graham's room.
Shortly after the door was closed, Mason approached it with caution, as if expecting a rabid raccoon to jump out. He knocked. Graham answered. "Mason, come in my boy!" Graham said, beckoning in his visitor.
"Graham, long time no speak," Mason said, smirking. "I have… I have a proposition for you."
The door shut.
Frank got ready to take a shower, stripping down from his suit, and turning on the water. When Frank's OCD decided the temperature was just right (He measured the water temperature with a thermometer, 95 degrees), he stepped in. He didn't need shampoo, because of his middle age, his hair disappeared.
He hummed a familiar tune, and didn't notice the creaking of the door. Frank just continued to hum in his bliss.
The assassin wielded a baseball bat, and just watched as Frank closed his eyes and hummed that familiar tune.
Oh when the saints,
Come marching in,
Oh when the saints go marching in,
Oh how I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in,
Frank didn't have time to finish that little number before, with one swift motion, the assassin opened the shower and smashed the bat into Frank's skull repeatedly, until blood showered everywhere. The killer dragged Frank's corpse out into the bedroom, and stuffed it into a garbage bag. They tossed it easily out the window.
Oh when the saints go marching in,
The assassin hummed, cleaning the shower of the blood and then leaving the scene of the murder.
"Campbell, sweetie, please, help!" Katrina said, in desperation, reaching for her boyfriend. She had tripped and tumbled down a hill; though her result was much more fortunate than Carmen.
Campbell picked up Katrina and carried her back up the hill to Kylie and Devin, while Katrina giggled girlishly. She felt so small in his arms.
"Alright, uh, lovebirds. Yeah, MOVE IT!" Kylie shouted, frustrated. Katrina and Campbell looked offended, while Devin stepped back, knowing that you don't mess with Kylie when she's pissed.
"Kylie, lay off, please. Katrina, let's go. She's too rude," Campbell said, yanking on Katrina's arm while Kylie scowled and Devin frowned.
"You SEE what you do to people!" Devin shouted at Kylie as soon as Katrina and Campbell were out of sight. "Now we are all alone!"
"Look, Devin, not in the mood. Let's just… Look for them," Kylie admitted, exasperated, sighing. "TOM! BLAIRE!" Kylie boomed, although you could tell she was nearly out of energy.
"You're right, let's just keep moving," Devin said reluctantly, and he gave up the fight. "REVEREND! JAY!"
"Ha. I remember doing this as a kid. When Becca ran away, when her father grounded her, and wouldn't allow her to see Luke. We searched for DAYS! Turns out she was in the next town over… Ha," Kylie said, suddenly remembering a similar experience.
"I remember that!" Devin said, laughing. "That was the first time she ever talked to me."
"Someone's got a crush, eh?" Kylie suggested, nudging Devin playfully. Devin blushed. He didn't want to admit he was in love with one of his best friend's bride.
"No," Devin said, lying, "Only in grade school. Than we didn't see each other for 5 years 2 months and 13 days," He said, covering his mouth. Not good.
"Not only are you in love! YOU'RE A STALKER!" Kylie shrieked, eating up the gossip, coming out of her shell. Kylie was normally shy.
"No… I'm not a stalker… I'm just," Devin stopped in his tracks, "In love."
"WHOA THERE! THE L WORD! SIT DOWN, DUDE! THOSE MISSING PEOPLE CAN WAIT!" Kylie bursted, and dragged the unwilling Devin over to a tree-stump.
"Diane, do you think we'll find her? My sweet Blaire?" Daniel asked his trophy wife, huffing and puffing. He sat down on a log with an empty look in his eyes.
"Would you like the truth?" Diane asked. Daniel nodded somberly. "I think… I think she's dead," Diane said, frowning. Daniel leaned into the shoulder of his wife, and began crying warm, salty tears, until the nightfall.
"Greg! Wait up!" Rachal and Madison yelled, several yards behind Greg, moving at a fast pace.
"Come on, Rach! Keep up!" Greg responded, though he slowed down his pace a bit. When Rachal and Madison caught up, they were gasping for air.
"Not…" Madison paused for a breath, "Funny," she finished. Her tiny Asian legs couldn't carry her much farther, she'd already taken several THOUSAND puffs of her inhaler. "We seriously need to find these people!" Madison gasped.
"Yeah, we do. I'm starting to worry about your mother, too, Greg. What if someone murdered her and took her cell or something?" Rachal suggested, accidentally nailing it.
"No. Don't say that, Rach. Mom is alive. She's down for business."
"We're snowed in, Greg. It's a possibility," Rachal said, nodding somberly.
Greg was in denial. "No, no, no. Mom's alive. She texted me! She told me!"
"Doesn't she normally tell you this stuff beforehand?"
"Usually, but she said it was an emergency this time!" Greg yelled, now shouting in his panic.
"Calm down, it was just a suggestion," Madison said, after keeping her silence. And with that, they restarted their search, now shouting for Donna, just in case.
"DONNA! TOM!" Rachal yelled, as the team trekked through the woods.
"I should've… I should've, I should have kept up," Claire said, in denial talking to herself, teeth chattering. "I should have… Yeah, I should have ran to keep up with… Keep up with Carol," she continued.
"Yeah, this could have… Could have all been… Could have all been prevented," Claire continued, going insane from the cold. "Yes, yes… Got to. Got to… Find Carol. Find Carol, I have to…" Claire rambled on, hopelessly. Stuttering, and shivering, Claire stood up and hobbled through the forest.
"C-CA-CAROL! CAR-C-CAROL! CAROL! WHE-WHERE A-A-ARE YOU!" Claire yelled, wandering, hopelessly lost. She suddenly saw lights. "S-SOMEONE! S-S-S-SOMEONE H-H-HELP ME!" Claire yelled weakly, and hobbled over to the police station. "J-Jay! J-J-Jay, o-officer…" Claire said, stuttering.
She walked back into another part of the station. The holding cells. Empty. "H-He-Hell-H-Hello…" Claire said, stuttering more than ever. Frostbite was developing.
"Jay… Jay!" Claire gaped and fell over when she saw the corpse of Officer Jay Garrison, hanging from the ceiling of his office.
"AHHH!" She screamed, re-gathering energy suddenly, screaming with sheer terror. "J-Jay! No. No… A murderer… There can't be!" Claire screamed again, this time with fear, terror and sadness.
"Did you hear that?" Roy Lewis asked his butler, Moe Forks.
"Hear what, sir?"
"That scream. From the police station," Roy responded, hearing the shrieks of Claire. "I think we should check it out. I'll grab a shotgun," Roy said, fearing the worst. From a downstairs closet, hidden in the Inn's furniture, Roy pulled one of several shotguns from the hidden space.
"Let's go," Moe said, grabbing another.
Roy and Moe opened the door and walked across the street stealthily. Roy kicked the door in and they held up the shotguns and walked through the corridors of the station. "Anyone here!" Roy yelled. He heard a moan, and ran to the office. They both dropped their guns at the sight ahead.
First; Claire, on the floor, just curled up, living. Kind of. But crying. Messy.
Second; Jay Garrison, his corpse, hanging, dangling from the ceiling. Hung. Just swinging. The sound of a rope creaking.
Third; the files. Everywhere. Scattered, as if the person who had killed the unfortunate Jay had been looking for something. It was unclear if they had found it.
Roy couldn't breathe. His chest tightened. He collapsed. The pain in his chest was immense. Am I having a heart attack? He asked himself, but realized he wasn't when it was over so suddenly.
"Oh… My god!" Moe said delayed. He picked a letter opener off the desk, and cut the rope to Jay's noose. His paled corpse plummeted to the floor.
"This makes me wonder about the Reverend and everyone else," Claire chimed, now back in a stable state of mind. She stood up slow. "I vote we go to the church, and see if the Reverend is alive. And then, after that, we go back to the hotel to tell the others."
"I agree," Roy said, standing up. He picked up his gun again, as the three filed out, down the street to the church. They entered.
"What's that smell?" Moe asked.
"Oh, god. I have a horrible feeling about this…" Claire said, holding her nose.
"Reverend? Archie?" Roy asked, looking for his friend. They got back to the office.
"AH!" shouted Claire, seeing the dismembered corpse of Reverend Smith. "HOLY SHIT! HIM TOO!" Claire screeched, falling backwards into the arms of Moe.
"What HAPPENED?" Moe asked.
"Dismembered. By the blade marks, I'd say hacksaw," Roy guessed. The group ran from the room, and back across the street to the Inn.
"SOMEONE GET DOWN HERE!" Claire screeched, and soon the guests all came running down to the lobby. Graham, Mason, Shea, Kaden and Carrie came down.
"Carrie, I don't think Kaden needs to hear this," Roy said, then wrinkled his nose. "Wait, where's Frank?" Everyone looked around. No Frank.
"Oh well. Well… There's a murderer among us. Claire found Jay hung, and then we found the Reverend dismembered in his office," Roy said, "They've been dead a few days, at least."
Carrie gasped. Graham went completely pale. Shea almost fainted. She had been through this before.
"Oh. Shit," Mason said, although his face seemed unsurprised.
"NOT AGAIN!" Shea screamed, crying hysterically into the sleeve of her shirt.
"No, what about Kaden? He has to be okay. He has to live through this. Call the authorities! What about them! Oh god! What about the people still out there!" Carrie said, panicking.
"Uh oh," Claire said, remembering something.
"What's wrong princess," Mason sneered.
"Carol. She's out there alone. She ran off ahead of me… She could be dead for all we know," Claire said, sobbing into her hands.
"Well that sucks," Graham said, speaking nothing but the truth. "But I still think we should stay here," Graham continued, reassuring himself that it was safer here than out there.
"I," Claire started, but was stopped in the middle of her sentence by the door being flung open by Corinne.
"Corinne! Where are Raymond, Diane and Daniel?!" Graham asked, beckoning the petite secretary over.
"Raymond and I abandoned Diane and Daniel. But then we got lost, and now I can't find him! But I was able to find my way back here," she gushed, as she sat by the fire to warm up.
"Great. So missing: Blaire, Tom, Frank, Donna, Carol and now, Raymond. Dead: Jay and the Reverend," Claire said, pessimistically.
"Wait… People are DEAD?!" Corinne gasped, and almost fell over in surprise.
"Yeah. Murdered. The Reverend dismembered, Jay hung," Carrie said, when suddenly they heard a whizzing noise. What followed was a corpse in the fireplace, screams of terror from all around, and tears from a few people.
"TOM! NO! TOM!" Claire said, sobbing uncontrollably. She tried to get his corpse from the fireplace, but Mason held her back.
"Three dead," Carrie said, making a tally mark in the air, still sobbing.
"This is going to be a long trip," Graham said. And he was absolutely correct.
"Campbell, honey, I am so tired. I think we should find a hollow log, or somewhere dry, and rest," Katrina suggested to her boyfriend.
"Alright, darling. Let's look around. But we should still search for the missing, doll," Campbell replied, and he took Katrina's hand.
"Oh, god, I love you so much…" She whispered to him, kissing his cheek. He smiled, and helped her along through the snow.
"Is that… WHAT is that?" Campbell asked his girlfriend.
"I… I really don't know," she said, looking at a shape in the distance, through the flurries. "A dog? A deer, maybe?" She suggested. "A bear?" She said, though she regretted saying it, as now they both panicked. They heard a growl.
"Run!" Campbell yelled, and lifted up Katrina, who closed her eyes tight, waiting for the horror to be over. Campbell desperately sprinted through the snow, screaming for help. The huge brown bear lumbered along, chasing them. "THANK GOD!" Campbell screamed, and launched himself into a small log cabin. He shut and locked the door, and heard the bear clawing.
Katrina finally opened her eyes. "Campbell, I love you, I love you," she moaned, pulling him close, kissing him over and over.
"If we make it out of this," He began, and pulled out the tiny black box she had been waiting for. "Marry me," he asked.
Katrina began crying and nodded yes. And in the panic of being almost attacked by a bear, Katrina and Campbell suddenly became engaged.
"Do you think they're alive?" Becca asked Drew. Becca, her fiancé Luke, and his best man Drew had been searching for missing wedding guests for hours. It was quite tiring, especially when maneuvering through a few feet of snow.
"I… I don't know," Drew huffed, leaping across a little gap.
"Don't be pessimistic," Luke said. "They still could be alive."
"I sure as hell hope they show up soon," Becca said, breathing unsteady. She toppled over from exhaustion.
"Becca, babe, please, let's keep moving," Luke said, helping his fiancé up. Becca groaned, while Luke picked her up. They continued walking trekking through the flurrying afternoon.
"Hello!" Carol Mendez yelled, hearing her own voice echo. "Someone! CLAIRE! TOM!" Carol yelled across the sun. The glare was horrific. It was in her eyes. "Damn this sun, damn this day, and damn THIS FUCKING PLACE!" Carol yelled, frustrated with the world.
"Someone! Anyone! It's Carol! Earth to civilization!" She yelled, though she was too far for most people to hear her.
But someone did. They smiled devilishly, and swiftly worked their way towards the sound of poor, helpless Carol's everlasting cries.
"Someone! PLEASE! I need help!" Carol screeched. She heard some leaves crackle. "Finally…" she whispered, exasperated, exhausted, relieved.
But she shouldn't have been relieved. No, not at all.
And Carol knew it as soon as that first arrow whizzed right passed her forehead. "SHIT!" She yelled, and ran full speed ahead, away from the arrow.
"Shit," The assassin whispered, as they reloaded their bow. They launched another arrow.
Carol turned around to the whizzing noise, just to have an arrow plunged into her chest. It started spurting blood, and soon enough, a trickle of blood ran from her mouth as well.
"S-Someone," She whispered, weak from the sudden loss of blood. The killer released another arrow. "Ouch," she said, losing energy, seeing the arrow in her leg. She stumbled back, as the killer approached.
"Y-you! I should… I should… Have known…" Carol whispered, her last words. Her feet fiddled around. The assassin fired two last arrows, pinning Carol to the tree behind her.
A tree now covered in blood.
DEATHS:
Frank Murphy - "The Photographer"
Carol Mendez - "The Wedding Planner"
Frank was added to the cast for the sole purpose of being a victim. While, in many scenarios, Carol actually lived. But in the one I chose she didn't. By the way, there will be 14 chapters, most will have more than one victim. There are three killers.
Ha, I am so not clever with the chapter title. I couldn't think of anything better than Carol being pinned to the tree by the arrows.
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Now that the guests have discovered three bodies (Tom, Jay and the Reverend), what happens now? hehe. You will find out.
Preview of next chapter: "Give us three cheers (hip hip hooray!) our first triple death chapter! The guests back at the hotel are confused and in a panic, while guests are being murdered left and right. More drama between the search groups, and another corpse is discovered."
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