Hey there! So on the last chapter I asked if you guys either wanted ChrisxJosh and SamxAshley or AshleyxChris and SamxJosh. I don't really like the whole poll for pairings thing but I'm really having trouble deciding which couple to do. So we'll see where the story goes, I suppose, but thanks for those who did vote because it will determine what I may do...I think. Idk
And holy shit, did you guys know that Ashley's hair is red?! Like, I can't even believe it! It always looked blond to me, so sorry for being a total idiot and calling her blond. I may still by accident...so hahaha
Just a reminder that i'm trying to make this as cannon as possible, but there will be mistakes. I'm just going off my memories on this one.
Disclaimer:Sam was never a fan of shooting things anyways.
Sam watched with alarmed eyes as Ashley fell down the elevator shaft, the horror of the situation becoming all too real. Before Sam could even think the girl slipped out of her vision, swallowed by the darkness lingering below.
Footsteps caught her attention as she looked upwards to see somebody leaning over. Irrationally assuming that it was the person who had taken Ashley out of anger, Sam aimed the rifle at the person, prepared to shoot.
But her assumption was the only lead she had, and the thought that Ashley was dead caused her to press her finger against the trigger, the loud noise of the fired gun and the backlash of the firearm sending her stumbling backwards.
She never did like guns.
Sam wasn't sure whether she had made impact or not, so in her craze she darted up the steps that looped around the elevator shaft, intent on seeing who the person was that had taken Ashley from her. Adrenaline powered through her as she fearlessly leapt over a gaping hole, continuing on her way almost obliviously.
She quickly found herself at an impasse as the stairs stopped, realizing quickly that the only solution was climbing up the side of the elevator. The blond swallowed, but felt comfortable as she began the plight upwards, the aspect of climbing difficult terrain familiar to her.
As the blond leapt from different ledges and changed her grips so she could get a better view on things, all she could think of was finding that guy. Usually Sam was level-headed, and the smartest thing to do in the situation was to get help or find Ashley, but something drove her to get that man. Anger. Hatred. Hell.
Sam realized she got high enough that she could leap over to a ledge, and with a deep breath, she adjusted herself and went for it. Pain shot through her feet at the impact, but she brushed it off immediately, noticing the man out of the corner of her eyes.
"There you are." Sam mumbled to herself, quickening her pace as she gripped the rifle tightly, intent on finishing what she had started.
So when she had aimed to shoot, she was disappointed when there was no ammo left in the rifle.
Or maybe, she wasn't.
"What the hell am I doing?" Sam muttered shakily, tossing the rifle to the side, noticing that the man was getting away.
This time she broke out in a full out sprint, realizing that the door out was closing on her. Her breathing rapidly increased as instincts took over, and she slid swiftly underneath the door, it closing shut behind her.
She was still on adrenaline high, though, and found that it was hard to calm herself down. Sam took a deep breath and knelt down, seeing a lantern sitting a few feet away from her with a match lying next to it.
Thanking God for the gift, she lit it gratefully and stood up slowly, her thoughts trying to piece together the situation that had just happened.
But she didn't have the time, the man was surely getting away. Sam ignored the painful thoughts and pressed forward, realizing that chasing this man was nothing more then a distraction from what was really going on.
…
Sam continued her way forward until she found herself outside, the cold hitting her like a semi truck. A shaky breath left her lips immediately, and she wrapped her free hand around herself, ignoring the frosty wind and the snow bits that were threatening to swallow her.
"No way..." Sam said, dumbfounded as she paused, looking at the large building a ways away. "What is that?"
Six hours Until Dawn
Sam peered over the the wall to get a better look at the large building, watching the man walking with...wolves? Yes, they were definitely wolves. She shuddered; Sam was unsure of whether it was from the cold or from the wolves.
"Jesus." Sam mumbled as she watched the man enter the building, curiosity powering her to climb over the wall. She inched towards the building, it being completely unknown to her. Where was this man going? Why was she following him anyways?
The strange man who had killed...
Sam gulped, shaking her head as she brushed away the memories, mentally berating herself for not accepting the facts. Ignoring it was absolutely pointless. Pointless.
But it eased the pain.
Sam noticed a small blockade covering a hole to the left of the entrance, and walked over, kneeling down to get a better look. She placed the lantern on the ground and moved it over, realizing that she was, in fact, right and there was an entrance that way.
Without giving it a second thought she shuffled forwards and dropped down, landing with a light grunt. Crumble and rubble adorned the cemented floor, different tubes and pipes sticking out around the area. It looked like someone had just gone crazy with a sledgehammer, smashing everything they saw in front of them.
The blond noticed a small hole in the ceiling, but didn't find a way of accessing it. Deciding that this lead would be her best way to start, Sam analyzed the area to see if there was some way she could get there.
She followed the pathway to the hole with her eyes, walking alongside it until she noticed it ended. There was a barrel seated a few feet away, and the bells went off in her head as she jogged over, setting the lantern on top.
After taking a deep breath she pushed the barrel forwards, angling it just before the walkway. She brought her hands together, smiling at her work. Sam picked up the lantern and climbed up on the barrel, puling herself onto the walkway from there.
Sam jogged towards the gape in the ceiling, climbing on top a platform to get leverage. She pulled herself upwards yet again, grunting slightly as she forced her body to move, getting up in one go.
Where she was now looked to be the lobby of the building. Chairs and tables were knocked over throughout the lobby, crumble and rubble lying on the floor. Chunks of cement and wood were laying around carelessly, but weren't large enough to become a nuisance.
Sam noticed a light a few feet away, and walked towards it, noticing large double doors just beyond it. A plaque on the front of it read the words: CHAPEL SECURITY PASS REQUIRED.
Her eyes flickered towards a small peephole, and she gazed through, sharply inhaling as she noticed the man and his two dogs inside. They slowly slipped from view as they walked away, and Sam immediately went for the doorknob, intent on forcing it open.
But it was to no avail. With a sigh of annoyance she noticed that she would in fact need a security pass if she wanted to get in anytime soon.
Sam moved away from the door, taking the opportunity to explore the rest of the lobby. She stepped over different chunks of cement and fallen wood as she noticed a large black plaque on the wall.
Curiously she trudged over, tired from the course of events that she rigorously forced her body through. She stopped in front of the plaque, holding up the lantern to get a better look.
"The Blackwood Pines Sanatorium..." Sam read off, a shiver running down her spine. "This is a Sanatorium?" Sam mumbled to herself, her mouth becoming dry. The fact that some man was walking around an abandoned sanatorium with dogs was horrifying.
The element of fear increased as she thought of her beliefs of what a sanatorium was; a dark place where ill people were locked away, never to be exposed to the outer world. The hairs on the back her neck rose significantly, and she scratched her neck anxiously, forcing herself to step away from the plaque.
When she noticed an admin office just to the left, Sam focused her attention on it. She was stuck without a lead, anyways. Hopefully there would be something of importance she could discover.
It was alike to the rest of the sanatorium; complete dysfunction and destruction. Sam shook her head at the big mess, moving forwards until she found herself in a hallway. She continued to explore through the sanatorium, a feeling of unease creeping about as she realized that she had no idea where the man was by this point.
After a few minutes Sam came across an area that could be considered cleaner then the rest of the sanatorium. There was not too much junk or trash lying around, but there was something of interest sticking out of a wooden table.
Sam gulped at the sight of a bloodied machete, swallowing at the disturbing sight.
"Gross..." She spoke in disgust, not wanting to have to do anything with the weapon, not wanting to know what had been...killed with the weapon.
But after thinking for a few moments, she realized she had nothing to defend herself with. It would be stupid going in without some means of defense, of course, so maybe having something sharp like a machete would give her a sense of protection.
With a shaky breath Sam set the lantern down on the table, grabbing the machete with both hands as she slowly pulled it out of the gooey glue like substance on the table. With a grimace she worked to shake it free, relief spreading through her when the machete gave way.
The blond picked up the weapon, grabbing the lantern with her free hand. Feeling a little more at ease, Sam continued her journey through the sanatorium, determined to find something of interest.
After exploring the abandoned building for a while-a while was the only term Sam could use, since she had no idea how long she had been there for-she discovered an odd room. Though, everything about the whole place was odd.
"The hell...?" Sam stood in awe at the room. Chains were lying across the floor, and there were blood stains on the walls and floor. In the middle of the room was a blood soaked fake arm, moving from left to right. "Is this a... morgue?"
Sam shuddered at the thought, leaving the sanatorium increasingly becoming a good idea. She moved towards the hand, moving the lantern to get a better look, noticing a tag attached to the hand.
Curiously she set the machete on the floor and reached her hand forwards.
"What could this possibly be for?" Sam wondered, the pool of blood below the robotic arm frightening her as she latched onto the tag.
Just as she did, the hand disappeared, a bear trap underneath the arm suddenly appearing. It latched onto Sam's ring finger and pinkie, a cry of pain escaping Sam's lips as she watched incredulously at her bleeding fingers.
The pain was unreal. It bored through her body at top speed, and she watched with distraught eyes as blood dripped onto the bear trap. In a craze she searched around the area for a means of escape, the pain stopping her from thinking straight.
Sam cried out yet again, tears brimming in her eyes, slowly dripping down her cheeks. They fell down onto the bear trap, combining with the blood to turn it an almost murky reddish color.
Thoughtlessly Sam reached set down the lantern and reached for the machete, bringing it towards her fingers. She bit her lip at the thought of slicing her fingers, swallowing a sob as she imagined the unreal pain.
But what else was she going to do?
Sam inhaled slowly, stuck at a crossroads, the pain driving her to make a choice soon in a desperate attempt to escape it.
With a surge of courage, Sam brought the machete towards her fingers, closing her eyes so she wouldn't have to see her dead fingers sticking out from the bear trap. Soon they would be rotting, the odor released from it adding to the untamed horror of the sanatorium...
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." Sam rambled, biting her lip, wishing that it was all just a dream. That she wasn't really there.
But she could feel the pain. And she sensed that the pain she would feel next would be close to unbearable.
Sam took another deep breath, tears trickling down her face as fear bubbled in her stomach. She just needed to stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.
With that mindset, she took another deep breath, moving the machete away, prepared to slice through her fingers. It was no big deal, right? No big deal, no big deal, no big deal...
Slice.
Slice.
Slice.
"AHH!" Sam wailed, the pain being far worse then she ever could have anticipated. She keeled over in pain, cries escaping her lips from the intense pain, blood dripping down onto the floor.
Waves of sorrow and pain coursed through her body as all she could think of was the pain. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. Horrible, hellish pain.
She needed to stop the pain. With wide eyes Sam looked around the area, noticing a first aid box seated a few feet away. She darted over, using her free hand to search through the medical aids, hoping to find something that would stop her from seeing the blood pour out of her wounds.
All she could find was medical tape, but this was enough for her by this point. She immediately wrapped it around the wound, not stopping until she couldn't see the blood anymore. The pain was still there, but it wasn't as intense as before, so, in comparison, it was bearable.
"Okay, okay, okay, we did it. We did it. I did it." Sam spoke shakily, mentally berating herself for not thinking more carefully over the situation. But it didn't matter. There was no way she could go back in time and fix it.
She just needed to keep moving.
So with a deep breath she forced herself to move forwards, the blood becoming familiar to her due to the recent events. Fear was not as bad as pain. But, in a way, fear was pain.
Sam continued until she noticed a cabinet with, what looked like, jars of human skulls. She shuddered at the sight, not wanting to look at them any further. Just past the cabinet was where Sam found herself back where she started, in a way.
"Still need to find a key card, huh?" Sam shook her head at the door in front of her, running into the same situation as before. She turned away from the door, realizing that she would need to find the key card if she wanted to continue further through the sanatorium.
In the room she was currently in there where different...lockers. That was the only way Sam could describe them as she walked over to one of them, kneeling down to realize it was like a sort of drawer. Hoping maybe the key card was in there, Sam opened it up, seeing something she should have expected.
"Holy shit!" Sam cried, falling backwards as she quickly moved to get away, scrambling to get far from the dead body lying in the drawer. A shaky breath escaped her lips as she realized that they were body drawers, there were containers of different dead bodies all around her.
The thought was confining her, and she felt that it was starting to get hard to breath. But this wasn't the time to get fearful, she just needed to be calm. Stay level headed. Stay Sam.
She inched back towards the body, the odor of decay clear and so intense that she had to pinch her nose. As she leaned over to close the drawer, she realized that a key card was jutting out from a pocket on the shirt the dead body was adorned in.
With another shaky breath, Sam quickly snatched the key card, darting away from the dead body. There was no need to close the drawer. The body was dead anyways.
But now she had the key card. Sam slowed down her pace and walked towards the chapel door, placing the key card into its slot. She heard the door click unlock, and she set down the lantern to open the door, the machete being held in her good hand. She grabbed the key card and placed it in her pocket, picking the lantern back up as she entered through the door.
What she found was nothing new in comparison to the rest of the decaying building. She walked through the new area, noticing a flight of stairs going up. She began the plight upwards, recollecting her thoughts as she went, amazed by how much she had gone through in such a small amount of time.
A loud bark cut through her thoughts as she jumped, almost loosing her footing on the steps as she turned to look behind her, noticing that one of the wolves from before was growling just a few feet away from her.
"Holy..." Sam couldn't continue her words, her feet had cut her off this time. She felt herself sprint up the stairs, skipping steps to move faster as the wolf trotted up behind her, the fear of being bitten becoming a sore subject because of the bear trap she encountered earlier.
Adrenaline reappeared to power her through another terrifying situation, switching her senses onto overdrive as different scenarios of escape filled her head.
Once she reached the top of the steps she raced through a series of hallways, the wolf right behind her. Sam had no idea where she was going by this point, but she really didn't care. She just needed to get away and she could move on from there.
When she noticed an open door just before her, she decided that she had found an opportunity to escape from the wolf that was right on her toes. It was at the perfect time too.
She darted into the unknown room, slamming the door shut behind her. Her heart thumped wildly as she breathed erratically, sliding down the door tiredly, joyous that she had escaped from the wolf.
After a few minutes Sam was able to recollect herself and she forced herself upwards, noticing a large window on the left side of the room. She lugged herself over to it, peering through to notice that it was the chapel.
It looked just as devastated as the rest of the sanatorium.
On the floor before the mirror sat what looked like a...bone. Sam wasn't really sure what a bone was doing lying around, but when she really thought about it, in the grand scheme of things when dead bodies were lying about, she shouldn't be so surprised by a bone.
But logically this was probably a blessing in disguise. Sam wasn't sure if she was going to encounter a wolf again, so hopefully something like this would keep it at bay. So the blond ended up picking up the bone, stuffing it into one of her pockets, not having enough hands to carry it. They were too busy with the lantern and the machete.
Looking to her right she noticed she was back in the lobby. She found herself grinning, more in an ironic way then a happy bliss kind of grin. She was back right where she started. She could escape right now.
Sam walked over to the stairs that would bring her back to the bottom floor, noticing that the cut off after a bit. It made sense, it was probably the debris that was sprawled about across the floor.
With a deep breath Sam leaped down on to the lobby floor, grunting slightly when she landed. Thankfully the drop wasn't too large, so the pain was bearable.
It was nothing compared to the bear trap, anyways.
"Well, at least we can get into the chapel." Sam wasn't really sure who we was, but it made her feel like she wasn't so alone.
The thought of escaping practically disappeared from her mind as she approached the church door, placing the key card in just as before, familiar with the whole process.
Sam pushed open the church door, looking around at the rubble for a few moments before a wolf jumped out at her. She yelped in fear, stumbling backwards, wondering if darting away would be a good idea when the wolf was this close.
The bone! Sam remembered, setting the lantern and the machete on the floor cautiously, not wanting to move in a way that would set the wolf off. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the bone, the other hand held out carefully in a way that she thought would keep the wolf away.
"Here little guy, please leave me be." Sam spoke uneasily, dropping the bone in front of the wolf. Thankfully the canine instinct was strong and the wolf immediately scooped up the bone, chewing away at it contently.
Sam sighed in relief, using the opportunity to step around the wolf, hoping that it would leave her alone. She resisted the urge to reach down and pet it. She loved animals, but she didn't want to be bitten.
Sam noticed that there were different room like areas within the chapel, all being sealed off by fences. The blond walked over to the rooms, noticing a jacket hanging on one of them.
The blond looked down at her own clothing by this point. Unbeknownst to her, her hat had fallen off a long time ago. Her jacket had blood stains on it from the whole incident from before, and Sam decided that maybe a change in fashion wasn't too bad of an idea.
The girl scrapped her jacket and put on the miner's jacket, content with how it felt. It would be easier to move around like this.
The blond noticed some sort of chest in another room and walked over to it, opening it curiously. The contents revealed things like more bones and cans of food, along with a pistol that was seated right in the middle.
Sam wondered about picking it up, before ultimately grabbing it. It would protect her more then the machete would, anyways.
Now she was at an impasse. She wasn't sure how she was going to carry the machete.
"Oh, duh..." Sam shook her head at herself, chuckling lightly at her stupidity. She tucked the machete into her belt, now using her free hand to hold onto the pistol. She still wasn't a fan of guns, but it was familiar to her due to the fact that she had previously been walking around with a rifle.
A little firepower ought to do her some good.
After feeling content with her search of the chapel area, Sam pushed forwards through the new area, not sure exactly what she was looking for. She was armed with a gun now, so it would be easier to face the man.
The blond noticed a room with stairs that led downwards into the sanatorium, and curiously she stumbled down, almost falling a few times from exhaustion. Sam forced away the tiredness as she put on a capable front, not sure of who she was trying to stay together in front of.
The new area had multiple pipes running through it, reminding her of when she first entered the sanatorium. In a way, it was mimicking it, there was still rubble and pieces of debris lying about.
Sam found herself stuck in a rut when she noticed a locked gate blocked her from moving forwards, until she remembered that the pistol would easily blast it open. A barrel blocked her way, though, so she set down her pistol and the lantern onto the floor and moved it over, accidentally knocking it onto the ground.
"Whoops." She chuckled before picking up her belongings-well, neither of them were really her's, not even her jacket was-and aimed the pistol at the lock, flinching when the gun went off.
At least the gate was accessible now.
But what she didn't notice was that the sparks from the gun had fallen onto the floor, lighting fire to a flammable liquid that was spilled from the fallen barrel.
And soon Sam realized it as the fire spread through the area, catching on to the different barrels, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh shit..." Sam mumbled, almost in a daze, as the fire increased tenfold around her. Realizing that she was in danger, Sam started walking away from the area, the reality of the situation becoming real as she broke out into a full out run. "OH SHIT!"
Matt walked out into the open air, snow falling lightly as he held Mike up, Jessica walking next to him. Thankfully nothing bad had happened to Mike, but the fact that something bad could have happened to Mike was what was terrifying.
"Is he still passed out?" Jessica asked, peering over to see if she could get a good look at her boyfriend. Her cheeks were wet from the soft weeping when she had been fearing for her life, but her breathing had become regular and she didn't look too shaken up.
Matt looked at Mike, nodding after a few moments.
"Out cold. He won't be waking for a while." Matt admitted, Mike restricting him from moving to scratch the back of his head. Mike would have been a good asset in this situation, but as he was now, he was more of a burden then a help.
Matt shook his head, berating himself for thinking in that matter. None of this was Mike's fault, and it was his responsibility to make sure that he got some help. Matt wasn't sure if the boy had some sort of a concussion or had merely been knocked out by the impact of his head hitting the floor.
"Josh!" Jessica's voice snapped Matt back to reality as he looked up to see Jessica darting towards Josh and Chris, whose conversation was cut short by the blond.
"What's up Jess?" Josh asked, looking over to Matt to see Mike's limp body leaning against his, the boy's eyes shut.
"Whoa, what happened to Mike?" Chris asked, walking over the Matt so he could get a better look at the boy. Matt exhaled shakily, exchanging knowing looks with Jessica.
"We were...We were in the shed, and...And Jessica and Mike were all tied up." Matt rambled on, explaining the whole situation to Chris and Josh messily. Thankfully the two were able to catch it and digest the situation, exchanging shocked looks.
"Holy shit, we need to get help." Josh spoke first, Chris nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, this is crazy. Mike almost died!" Chris added, looking at Mike worriedly, wondering what it would be like to be tied up against your will, facing death head on.
He gulped.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Jessica agreed, prepared to get right off that mountain if it meant she would be getting out alive. But when Matt made a sound of disagreement and moved his head over to see the lodge, she realized he wasn't going to be joining them anytime soon.
"Listen guys, you three take Mike with you down the mountain, I'm going to head back to the lodge." Matt explained, practically throwing Mike onto the unsuspecting Chris who stumbled backwards in surprise, Josh moving to make sure the boy didn't fall right down.
"What?! Are you an idiot? There's a psychopath lurking around!" Jessica reminded the boy, speaking in a cross tone. Heading back towards the lodge was suicide. That was where the killer had caught them in the first place!
"I know, but what about the others? Emily is still in there, oblivious of the whole situation!" Matt replied, moving to walk away from the group of four, heading towards the lodge. "I'll be fine, trust me. I'm going to find Emily, and then I'll head to the guest cabin to get Sam and Ashley. We don't have time to talk about this!" To prove his point, Matt broke out into a run.
"Fucking idiot!" Jessica cried, shaking her head at the boy who was slowly slipping away from her view. Before Josh and Chris could even say anything, Jessica darted after Matt, disappearing along with him into the snowy white.
"Dammit." Josh cursed as the duo slipped out of view. He looked over at Chris, the boy currently trying to balance holding Mike. "Matt's right, the best thing we can do now is to go get help buddy." Chris hummed in agreement, and the duo began their plight down the mountain.
"This is crazy, absolutely crazy..." Chris mumbled, hoping that nobody would have another run in with some psychopath that Chris had just heard of.
This night was bubbling into something he had never expected.
Emily soaked in the hot water, contently leaning her head against the tub as she thought of absolutely nothing. Usually her mind was racing and she was always thinking, so she deserved a time to relax and unwind.
The girl sighed as she looked towards the door, wondering if she should get out by that point. She really had no drive to go talk to Jessica and Mike, but she didn't want to leave Matt withering away on his own for too long.
After a few moments of internal struggle, Emily eventually left the tub, water dripping down her skin and pooling on the floor. Dread filled her stomach at the thought of having to hold another conversation with Jessica, but she decided she would just ignore her.
Emily wrapped a towel around herself as she walked over to her pile of clothing.
Or, where her pile of clothing should have been.
"What the hell?" Emily mumbled, kneeling down to see if she was seeing thing straight. After noticing her clothes weren't there, she merely thought that she had gotten confused and that she must have put her clothes somewhere else.
But after doing a thorough search of the washroom she realized her clothing was nowhere to be found. She growled in frustration, her hands clenching as she came to a conclusion of what could have possibly happened to her clothes.
"Mike and Jess..." Emily shook her head, sick of the stupid antics of the duo as she charged out of the washroom door, anger evident on her face. "Listen assholes, I want my fucking clothes! And then maybe, just maybe, one of you will make it out alive!" Emily's voice boomed over the lodge, bouncing off of the walls.
The girl looked around the area, seeing lit candles decoratively placed on the floor. She stepped warily around them, grimacing.
"Man you guys really took your sweet time on this one. Candles, my favorite!" Emily cried, walking over to the stairs until she paused in place. A red balloon was tied to the staircase, an arrow plastered onto it that pointed downstairs. "And balloons! Wow, this is like the County Fair!" Emily spoke in an over-amused tone, a look of annoyance on her face as she walked down the stairs. "This is so fucking stupid."
Maybe they thought this was frightening. That they were scaring Emily. The thought elicited a light chuckle from Emily as she grabbed a flashlight she found on one of the coffee tables, flicking it on with one swift swipe. This wasn't scary at all.
"Okay, time to hunt down some immature douches." Emily muttered, the hardwood floor creaking slightly every step she took. The dark colors of the lodge usually comforted her and made her feel warm, but a tingle of fear ran down her spine when she couldn't hear anything. No amused giggles or disappointed mumbles from Emily's reaction. No breathing or walking or eating or anything! It was just Emily.
Well...She was used to it.
Emily followed the balloons until she found herself in the cinema room where they sat around and watched cheesy romance or crap horror movies until dawn. Emily smiled at the memory, lost in her thoughts until she heard the door slam.
What the...?
"Hello Emily." A voice cut through the air, an eerie feeling now hovering around the room. Emily flinched when the projector turned on, an image appearing on the screen in front of her as she wrapped her hands around herself, quickly becoming frustrated with the situation she was in.
"Who the fuck-"
"It seems you have been having fun looking for me. But I don't want to be found, what I do want is for you to look at the screen in front of you." Emily's thoughts jumbled over one another as the voice cut her off. "Now, if you would kindly do as I asked, we can get done with this cleanly."
Emily looked at the screen, her eyes narrowing as the image changed to her bathing in the tub, lying about lazily.
"What a beautiful image. A young girl, naked, soaking away her fears in warm water..." Emily growled as the scene continued to play, wondering how she had been caught on camera without even knowing.
"What the hell is this?" Emily cried, fidgeting slightly with her towel as fear bubbled up in her stomach. She immediately tried to force it down, shaking her head in disgust.
"I wonder if she knows what is to become of her in just a few short hours." The voice spoke robotically, empty of emotion, and yet Emily could feel the cynical cruelty in its voice.
The clip turned into another video, one showing Jessica and Mike tied up in the shed, a saw slowly churning towards them. Emily's gasped as she felt her voice get caught in her throat, a sick feeling filling her stomach to the brim. She had to place her hands over her mouth to stop herself from gagging.
"And what about these two? I hear that the girl in the tub isn't a big fan of this duo, so maybe she would be okay with this?" Emily's eyes widened as the saw continued to move forwards before it suddenly switched over to Mike's direction, increasing speed slightly as tears rolled down Jessica's face.
"No!" Emily cried, feeling tears well up in her own eyes, the projector shutting off completely. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Where's Matt?!" Emily screamed, looking around the area wildly, fearing for her own safety in the lodge.
"Emily, I'm going to give you ten seconds." The voice slowly began counting down, and Emily looked around the room wildly, unsure of what was happening.
"Ten seconds...Ten seconds to what? Ten seconds to what?!" Emily yelled when suddenly the door burst open, revealing a man adorned in a terrifying mask. Emily tripped over her feet and stumbled, a scream escaping her lips as she caught herself before she could fall to the floor. In his hand was, what looked like, a fire extinguisher. Is he going to attack me?
"Fuck!" Emily yelped, looking around frantically for an escape. She noticed a vase to her right, and in one quick motion, she picked it up and hurled it at the man.
Quickly she darted to another door in the room, hearing the crack of the vase making contact with the man's body as he cried out in pain. She didn't have time to be triumphant as she opened the door and dashed down a hallway, opening another one and slamming it behind her.
Emily found herself in a guest room and immediately hopped over the bed seemed perfectly placed in the middle of the room. This is a set up.
The door she had slammed opened behind her, and she could hear the footsteps of the man behind her, but decided to block them out and focused on getting away.
Emily's breathing became erratic as she forced herself to keep running, the lodge becoming a blur as she realized she had no idea where she was heading.
The girl found herself at an impasse when she came across a door without a handle.
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no you've got to be fucking kidding me!" Emily cried, wondering how close the man was getting to her. She turned around, noticing a tall cabinet filled with wine bottle. Instinctively she pulled it down, the bottles falling to the floor as the door handle spilled out with it. Initially it was going to be used as a blockade, so finding the handle had been a blessing.
Emily forced it into the door and opened it, then proceeded to slam it shut behind her, locking it immediately. She wasn't sure where the man was by that point, but she was just happy she was okay.
"Thank God..." Emily gasped, a wanting to sit down bubbling in her stomach. But she forced herself to continue, not wanting to come in contact with the strange man again.
Emily looked around the room she found herself in warily. Towels and articles of clothing were stacked up on cabinets surrounding different washing machines. Emily immediately assumed it was the laundry room, and also assumed that her assumption was correct.
The girl opened another door, revealing to her a staircase that went downwards. The walls of the new area were torn and rotting wood was lying against the floor. Different objects were sprawled out as well, and Emily wasn't so sure where she even was anymore.
"Oh my god..." Emily trailed off as she walked down the steps of the stairs, her thoughts rolling.
She had even noticed the man hiding in the dark.
So when he leaped out and stuck a gas mask on her mouth, she was out in seconds.