Nathan ran towards Skillz's dead body. He grabbed his arms and dragged him away from the door, creating a trail of blood. Once he was no longer blocking the doorway, Nate slammed the door shut and locked it. A silence ensued while everyone processed what had just happened.

"Jesus Christ." Lucas murmured as he combed his fingers through his hair.

None of the stunned teenagers knew what to do with themselves.

Finally Grace spoke up. "What about Bevin?"

"What about her?" Rachel replied.

"She's outside and possibly alive. We have to find her."

"Are you crazy?" Rachel gave Grace a what-the-hell-are-you-smoking look.

When no one spoke up, Grace volunteered herself. "Well I'm going to look for her."

Brooke grabbed her sister's arm protectively. "No way are you going out there. You could get killed! We have no fucking clue what's out there!"

"Exactly! She's one of our best friends and she might have no idea that we're in danger. She needs us, Brooke!"

Nathan stepped up next to the twins. "Brooke's right, Grace. You aren't going out there. End of story."

Grace put on her resolve face. "What if it was me out there, Nathan? Would you just leave me there?"

Nathan and Grace stared at each other. Another minute passed before Nathan made his decision. "Fine. But I'm going with you."

Nathan picked up a golf club from Mr. Gattina's study. Then the couple opened the front door and quietly crept outside into the darkness. The others merely watched. The couple began walking on the side of the cabin, trying to be as stealthy as possible.

Inside the cabin, Peyton had curled up on the couch. "Maybe it was a freak accident. Maybe it was a hunter."

Lucas sighed. "Yeah, maybe."

Rachel shot them another look. "Are you two that naïve? It was two arrows. One right through his forehead! That's no fucking accident."

Peyton's face visibly tightened. "You know what, Rachel? We're trying to stay hopeful."

"There's no room to be hopeful, Blondie. We need to be realistic. And realistically, there's no way in hell those two should have gone outside."

Meanwhile, Nate and Grace reached the end of the wall. They swung open the backyard gate. They entered the backyard.

Grace gasped at the sight. She instantly recognized the two blondes in front of her. Derek, the creep from the gas station, was holding Bevin by knifepoint. His blade was dancing dangerously close to Bevin's neck.

"Oh, hello twin. Beautiful, sexy twin." Derek smirked as he put pressure on Bevin's neck. The knife created a tiny drop of blood but Bevin was smart enough not to whimper. "How about you tell macho man over there to get lost."

"No way." Nathan immediately snapped.

"Leave now or I will kill your friend here. It's as simple as that."

Grace nodded at Nathan to leave. He didn't have a choice, so he went around the corner of the house and stayed there just in case he needed to spring in to action.

"So. I'm gonna give you a shot to save your friend's life. I want you to pick that flower over there. We're going to play 'she dies, she doesn't die.' I bet you've played before, Grace."

Grace did as she was told and picked the flower. She gulped nervously and began plucking each petal one by one. "She dies…she doesn't die…she dies…she doesn't die…"

Grace continued until there was only one petal left. "She doesn't die." Grace smiled victoriously and plucked the leaf.

Derek smiled. "Congrats, Grace. You won the game. It's just too bad your little hotshot boyfriend couldn't follow my rules." Derek slit Bevin's throat before Grace could even shout a protest. Blood oozed from the wound. Bevin grasped at her throat violently. Grace finally screamed out a high pitched "NO!"

Instantly Nathan ran and grabbed Grace's arm, forcing her to run with him back towards the entrance to the cabin. Bevin finally stopped moving on the ground and her eyes closed for the final time.

Nathan and Grace rushed through the front door and locked it behind them. Grace burst into tears.

"Damn it, Nate." She pushed her face into his chest and Nate hugged her tight.

Nathan noticed everyone staring and so he confirmed what had happened. "She's dead. Some sicko killed her."

"It was Derek. That creep that hit on me and Brooke and Rachel. And-and…I think I saw John Ryder looking through my window earlier. I thought I was just imagining it…"

Mouth spoke for the first time since the chaos erupted. "I think it's time we search this house for everything useful. Anything that will protect us until we can figure out a way to get help. No one can ever be alone."

B…………………….D

Rachel and Brooke relocated to their room in search of things they could use to help protect themselves. "There should be flashlights in the closet." Rachel told Brooke as she looked for a hidden gun in her dad's nightstand.

"This whole phone situation is unbelievable." Brooke looked through the closet and picked up two flashlights. "How could your parents not have any way to communicate with the outside world?"

"It's a secluded cabin. They wanted it this way."

"Well you'd think at least one of us would have fucking cell phone reception."

Rachel slammed the nightstand draw shut. "No guns. He must have hid them somewhere else…Let's get back downstairs before they start worrying about us." Rachel hugged Brooke and kissed her forehead. "We are going to be okay, Penelope. We will get out of this."

Brooke smiled internally, thankful that her girlfriend could be so strong in a situation like this. "Okay. I mean at least there are a lot of positives. Like, we are inside and together, away from them."

The two left the room, hand-in-hand.

John stepped out of the master bathroom and smiled. If emotion exsisted for him, he would probably be close to feeling giddy. He had found Brooke's major weakness.