"Go, go, gO, GO!" Bianca said as she took out the pistol and shot the creepy in the leg. And with that the two bolted to the jeep. They both got in and locked the doors. They both sat quietly then turned to face each other.
"Uh. That was... um... different." Elise forced out, then took a long breath.
"Yeah... no shit huh." Bianca said with no facial expression. She faced forward and ran her hand through her hair. She spoke again. "You alright?"
Elise took a second. "On the outside I'm fine, on the inside, I uh... feel like I could fall apart." Elise sounded like she was fine but what she said gave her away. "... How 'bout you?"
"About the same." She admitted quietly. She felt like letting everything out but it just wouldn't. Nothing. "Well, let's get out of here." Elise gave her a nod and with that they took off as fast as they could.
They had just seen their beloved pet in pieces, pulled apart, dead, in a corner surrounded and covered in pure red blood. Everything about the scene was enough to make one vomit bile or something. Bianca looked over at Elise who was shedding silent tears. Bianca thought to herself, what the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Why? Who? Who the fuck did that? I want them dead. The same damage they did to Trooper, ten fold. Her face was contorted into an angry one. Bianca extremely upset to the point it would be unsafe to drive and best to just pull over and calm down.
Elise now glanced at Bianca. The car was too quiet, yet they did nothing to break the silence. Just a small sniffle was heard every now and then but nothing more.
They were never exposed to this much silence for a very long time. It felt wrong and foreign to both women. There was always something going on in the background no matter what, even if it was just music or the tv it didn't make a difference until now. It made a big difference and they both recognized and embraced it with all their might.
"Hey..." Bianca said quietly.
"Hey yourself." Elise said back to her.
"I'm going to pull over so I can calm down. Is that alright with you?" Bianca asked. "I'm too sad and angry to drive."
"That's fine with me. Would you like me to drive afterwards?"
Bianca nodded and proceeded to the nearest empty stop. Once the car was completely stopped, Bianca got out and leaned on the hood of the car. Elise could tell Bianca was letting it all out and needed a few minutes to herself. She felt the same way. Eventually Bianca turned back and motioned with her head for Elise to join her.
After the painfully quiet drive from the city, the two women made it back to the cabin. Still night, a little too quiet and empty even for a place they were in. The wind was the only thing to be heard around. Something was really off. There was usually very little sound but still.
Elise and Bianca still hadn't entered the cabin. They both sat in the jeep. Quiet as can be. They were talking with their eyes. They both sensed something was very wrong and out of place. Bianca put a finger up to her lips, signing to be very quiet. She motioned her head back to let Elise know they needed to get out of the car. Elise nodded and pulled up the revolver that Bianca had used earlier.
As they exited the vehicle they both heard the sound of rustling from either a tree or a bush, some sort of shrub. Automatically, both heads turned toward the general direction of the source. The retired blonde marine held out the revolver and pulled the hammer back.
Immediately, a scraggly looking teenaged boy jumped out behind the tree, "Good lord don't shoot!" He looked like he had been crying.
"What the hell Mike?!" Elise yelled angrily. "What's with all the hiding?"
No answer, he seemed like he was going to break down.
"Mike what happened?" Bianca asked calmly.
Mike hesitated at first but finally spoke,"They're dead. Both of them.They're gone. They killed them." He cried.
Bianca and Elise looked at each other. Mike's parents were dead. But who killed them? Those things that killed trooper maybe? That'd be very unfortunate. That fucking sucks.
Elise and Bianca went over to the boy. Elise spoke first, "Mike, who did it?" She laid a hand on his shoulder. "Mike, can you tell me who did this?"
The boy struggled to answer the question. His brown eyes were glossy and red from crying. His hair was unkept. Little dots and splatters of blood stained the front of his clothes. The young man was cold and sweaty from running away from his now, dead family's cabin that was almost two and a half miles away from Elise and Bianca's.
Mike Puntasrima. 17 years old. Thai-American. 5' 9" and good looking. Brown eyes. Short black hair. Newly orphaned.
Everything, to him, was going too fast and didn't matter anymore. Incoherent, scared, afraid and lost without a sense of purpose and direction.
When Elise couldn't get an answer out of the boy she looked at Bianca. A wretched feeling of intense fear and sorrow showed plainly across both their faces. As if Bianca had read Elise's mind, the two older woman guided Mike into the cabin. Trying to calm the boy down to the best of their ability.
Cleaned and not cold anymore, Mike had finally cried himself to sleep on the sofa after a few hours of Elise and Bianca coaxing him to settle down.
Meanwhile the pair of woman were discussing what they were going to do about Mikes unfortunate predicament. In the back room, they both spoke to each other quietly, enough to hear anything out of the ordinary. Just in case, that is.
As they kept on with their quiet conversation, a light tapping sound was made against the bedroom window. They both acknowledged it. The tapping slowly became louder and harsher. The tapping started to sound like knocking. The kind you'd do in a wooden door or something. This though, this increased knocking was on glass. All, throughout the cabin was that knocking sound. By now the window should've been broken to bits. But it wasn't.
Bianca and Elise left the back room. Elise to wake up Mike and Bianca to do whatever she was going to do. But Mike, he wasn't where they had last seen him. No, he was up and in a corner next to the front door with a buck knife in his hands. Hot tears ran down his cheeks. His physical disposition was severely angry and ready to fight.
Elise slowly got closer to him. "They're coming." Mike said in a raspy voice.
"Who is coming, Mike?" Elise asked over the loud knocking of the glass. No answer still.
"Mike?" She tried again.
A brief moment went by, "I don't know." He said quietly, but enough for Elise to hear it.
And then, more knocking, coming from more than the back room window began. Just as before the tapping turned to knocking. And still the knocking was enough to break the windows, yet they still didn't break.
Bianca walked over to both of them, she looked at Elise, "We need to leave right now," and then she looked at Mike, "Cool knife." Pause... "Uh now, we need to leave now, I have everything we need in the car so let's go."
As quickly as all three of them could, they left the cabin and got into the jeep. The knocking window sounds remained in the cabin. That was a bit of a relief but they still hadn't figured out what was behind all the clatter.
Bothersome. That word was just not enough for the continuous knocking. Supernaturally infuriating more like it. There were trees around the cabin but there weren't any nasty winds speeding about. An intense feeling of being watched. Nothing was jolly about the scene. Scary to not know anything going on at the moment. It feels wrong.
The three of them sat in the car. Apart from the knocking it was still so quiet. The kind of awkward quiet, like after you're done arguing with who ever over something quite silly. But nothing at the moment was even close to silly. Far from it. Scared.
As Bianca fumbled with the keys, trying to get it into the ignition. A groaning, multiple in fact, the sound of leaves crunching. Running, something is running. Somethings.
"You hear that?" Bianca asked quietly.
"Well don't just sit there! Move it!" Elise said.
So they drove off at a very fast speed. Down the winding forest like road. Bianca looked in the rear view mirror. She saw Mike but she also saw those humanoids running like she thought they'd be. Her eyes widened and she attempted to make the car go even faster. Elise looked at the side wire mirror, she saw them as well. The two woman looked at each other and thought they thought the same thing.
"Mike do you know how to use a gun?"
"I'm going to do a one-eighty."
Bianca and Elise said simultaneously. They looked at each other again. Quiet again.
"What, no don't do that!" Elise scolded Bianca.
"I thought that's what you were thinking too." Bianca said coyly.
"No!" Elise said exasperated. "...We'll talk later. Mike do you know how to use a gun?" She asked the orphan again.
"Long range yes." He answered in a shaky tone.
"Alright, behind you, the duffle bag, point twenty two's. You can load right?" Elise inquired quickly.
Mike reached behind him and pulled out a semi automatic, twenty two caliber rifle. He looked at it as if it were a diamond. "Yes, I do." He got out the rounds just after.
"Okay good. Once you're set up, pull the cover back and have at them." Elise turned back around and opened up the glove box in front of her. She pulled out a big ass, silver plated desert eagle, .50 caliber handgun. She began to load the magazine.