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I don't know why, but I have been really looking forward to writing Sam and Emily's interactions. I mean, yo, I can ship that. Lol
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"Emily...Emily...Emily!" Emily awoke with a start. She moved around fearfully, still in a half asleep state as she tried to piece together where she was and how she got there. "Emily, it's me! Sam!"
Emily looked over to her right to see Sam's face through a grate in the wall. Everything came together like some type of horrible puzzle that was constructed by the devil itself. The sudden urge to cough appeared and it was followed by a small sneeze, it was rather dusty where she was.
Wherever she was.
"Sam? What...Where am I?" Emily asked. She looked down to see herself sitting in a chair, the feeling of the wooden surface becoming known. When she moved to stand up, she was met by thick rope that was tightly constraining her wrists and ankles. "S-Sam? Help, I'm stuck!" Emily called out, looking over to see the girl watching in slight amusement. "You think this is funny?"
"It's been a long night Emily. Don't blame me for trying to find something to laugh at." Sam chuckled lightly, beckoning for Emily to come over. "Scoot your chair over here and I'll untie you." Sam suggested with a small smile, her eyes becoming more situation as the reality switched in.
Emily sighed, but complied as she began to will herself over, nearly tipping over every now or then. Each mistake was met with a loud curse, along with a light laugh from Sam, who was currently very weary from the turn of events. Once Emily was close enough, Sam requested for the girl to turn around, and with her machete she sliced Emily free.
"Thanks Sam." Emily thanked simply as she stood up from her chair. Sam nodded, placing the machete back into her belt.
"Listen, Emily, there's some really bad stuff happening on this mountain. I mean, I was attacked...By somebody...They...They took..." Sam couldn't will herself to finish, the memories to painful to even think about. She bit her lip, thinking that if she tried to continue talking, she would cry.
Emily noticed this, because she was Emily, and decided it was best to not elaborate.
"I know Sam, I was attacked too. That's why I ended up here, that douche attacked me!" Emily's voice raised slightly as each word flowed out of her mouth, anger churning in her stomach. Sam looked pretty broken standing in front of her, and this girl was usually extremely good with controlling her emotions. And even if her friendship with Sam had taken quite a blow due to the year prior's events, she still remembered that friendship. That relationship. That connection .
Friends didn't let other friends die on their own. Sometimes, for Emily especially, that concept was hard to grasp, but when you were looking death straight in the eye, she could see why people would feel that way.
"I'm going to kill him..." Sam mumbled, disgust evident in her voice as Emily's eyes searched Sam's body. She was cloaked in dirt and dust, and her eyes were hardened, hiding a layer of tiredness and fear. She was wearing some jacket Emily hadn't seen her wearing before, and there was something wrapped around two of her fingers.
"Oh god, Sam, what happened to your fingers?" Emily exclaimed as she knelt down to get a better look. The gauze that was wrapped around the wound was soaked in blood, and merely looking at the blood made Emily internally gag.
Sam cringed at Emily's words, the pain still lingering in the back of her mind.
"It's nothing..." Sam explained, brushing her friend off with a plastered smile. "Just cut it and..."
"Cut it? You're missing two fucking fingers!" Emily cried incredulously at Sam's ease with the horrible injury. Sam bit her lip, averting her eyes.
"I'll tell you later, okay Em?" Sam's voice was quiet, almost in embarrassment, which Emily found astounding. It was nothing to be embarrassed of. It was something that needed to be treated! Helped! Something! L
"...Fine." Emily complied, the sigh of relief escaping Sam's lips not being unnoticed. "Now, let's get to each other." Sam hummed in agreement, and peeked through the grate, pointing at the door in the room.
"I need you to open that right up. It should lead you to help me open this door over here." Sam explained, motioning to a door to her left. Emily nodded and stood up from her spot, turning to her right, noticing her backpack hanging on the door. She fished through the objects inside, noticing a large flashlight. She silently thanked the heavens before she opened the door to the next room.
Bricks stuck out crookedly from the walls in the hall, darkness creeping around in the nooks and crannies. Emily shuddered at the sight; the darkness wasn't horrifying, but the thought that somebody was currently sneaking around was.
At the end of the small walkway were two doors. She moved to the left one and removed the wooden bar keeping it closed, dropping it on the floor carelessly before forcing the door open. The noise ended up startling Sam, who was on the other side, but a happy smile played across her lips.
"Emily, thank god." Sam moved to wrap her hands around the girl, pulling her into a hug. Emily slightly cringed at the touch, not feeling any contact from the girl in a long time. But after she found herself getting familiarized with the actions, she wrapped her own hands around Sam, surprising herself and Sam as well.
The two hugged for a few moments-a few moments too long or too short, Emily didn't know-before pulling away.
"Wow, you look like shit Sam. Usually I could count on you to present yourself nicely." Emily said before she stepped past the blond, who looked at Emily with an amused look.
"You were always the nicest one of us all Emily." Sam countered. Emily rolled her eyes, a light laugh escaping her lips as she moved behind a tall shelf, dropping her backpack onto the floor. She sifted through her belongings before she came across a fresh pair of clothes.
"As comfortable as I am about my sexuality, I would prefer if you didn't play Peeping Tom right now." Emily called out to her friend, who sighed and turned away.
"Darn. I really wanted to see you in the nude." Sam said sarcastically, eliciting a scoff from Emily who grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a sweater from her bag. Not the most convenient nor fashionable clothing, but it was all she had in the small pack.
After she finished, she zipped the backpack back up and swung it around her shoulders, a content smile on her face. She was finally out of that hellish towel.
"Okay Samantha, you can look now. Hopefully my face and legs will satisfy your sexual needs." Emily called out to her friend, who turned around with a slight blush, embarrassed.
"I'm not that bad..." Sam mumbled as she scratched the back of her neck. Emily laughed for a second time, mentally preparing herself for the next game plan as she approached her friend.
"I can't do this!" The surprise voice sounded through the lodge, and it caused Emily's breath to hitch in fear, her heart beginning to thud at a rapid pace. Loud sobs followed the voice of protest, and Emily turned to exchange looks with Sam, the same fearful look in the blond's eyes.
Wordlessly the two darted back into the hall Emily had come from, tracking the noise to the door Emily hadn't opened. Sam moved to place her ear against the door, and after sending a nod of confirmation to Emily, she threw herself into the door, successfully busting it open.
"Damn." Emily mumbled as she jogged in after Sam, surprised by the girl's physique before all thoughts were washed away when she noticed Matt tied in a chair. "Matt!" Emily was prepared to sprint at the speed of light, thankful to see her best friend when she felt herself held back by some strong force. "Sam, what the hell?" Emily glared angrily at her friend, confused why the blond would have stopped her.
"Listen Emily, as much as I would love to run over, we need to figure out what's going on before we recklessly throw ourselves in. We aren't just risking our lives, but Matt and Jessica's too." Sam explained with a stern tone, her iron grip starting to her Emily's arm. Once the girl began to wince, Sam released her grip, Emily pulling away with a grunt of disgust.
"Fuck you Sam." Emily spat. Sam rolled her eyes, expecting this kind of reaction from the girl as she instead decided to ignore her, noticing a man approaching her two friends.
The smell of something burning filled Mike's lungs to the brim as he awoke with a start, his heart pumping rapidly as his eyes flickered open. Bright light stung his eyes, and a smoky taste filled his mouth, causing him to cough loudly.
"Jesus Christ..." He coughed, his head thudding wildly in pain. His hands instinctively moved to his head, trying to make sense of the situation. As he looked around, he noticed he was lying in some kind of tower that was currently filled with flames and smoke alike. And for some reason, his head was ringing painfully, and his movements felt sluggish.
Mike forced himself upwards, instincts kicking it as he realized if he didn't get out of the situation he was in, he was going to die.
Another cough escaped his lips as he looked through one of the gaping holes in the floor, revealing a large pit that seemed to lead into complete and utter darkness. Somehow he had ended up in a tower, leaning over top a large drop, without having any recollection of it.
"Fucking great..." He cursed as he began climbing up a ladder, praying that the tower wouldn't suddenly drop into the depths below. He coughed again, climbing high enough until he noticed a small ledge that seemed like a good place to jump to before the tower fell completely.
"Hold on!" A voice called out, and Mike looked around the area to see Josh and Chris clinging onto the side of the tower, the tower threatening to take it down with them.
Mike looked in surprise at the duo, the thought of this possibly being a dream leaving his mind as the thought of death uppercut him in the gut. He scrambled over to the duo, leaning over to get a better look at them, shocked that they had ended up there as well.
"Josh! Chris! What the fuck is happening?" Mike yelled, the two boys looking up at Mike with shocked expressions.
"Oh thank god you're awake! You need to help us!" Chris cried as she clutched onto the side of the tower, his other hand stopping Josh from falling. "This tower is going to collapse any second!"
Mike nodded, before nodding again, trying to recollect his thoughts. He snagged his foot onto a hold before he attempted to lean over the side, reaching his hands out to Chris, who wasn't sure how to grab onto Mike's hand without dropping Josh.
"Shit." Chris cursed at the revelation, wondering if he could just adjust his free hand to quickly latch onto Mike's. Then again, Mike's hand was pretty far away, so Josh's added weight might instantly pull him down into the darkness below.
"Chris, let me go!" Josh yelled, noticing what was happening as well, an icky feeling filling his stomach as he swallowed. It felt like spiders were crawling about inside of his body, leaving seeds of pain everywhere they went.
Chris looked at his friend incredulously, shocked on how he could even suggest such a thing.
"Are you fucking crazy? I'm not doing that!" Chris shouted in response, before he looked back up at Mike pleadingly. "Please Mike, can you reach a little farther?" Chris pleaded, praying that they could both be saved.
"I'm trying!" Mike grunted, adjusting to he could reach even farther. He gasped slightly as his eyes met with the drop below, his body now half hanging over the side of the tower. But he put on a brave face, knowing that Josh and Chris were in a worse position then he was.
"Chris, this isn't a joke anymore! This is life and death! If you let me go, you can live!" Josh explained, looking at Chris in disbelief. It wasn't even like Josh had much to live for anyways, Chris had his full future in front of him. And he knew it.
"Oh my god I can't believe we are having this conversation." Chris whimpered as he tried to force himself upwards, his grip loosening from the craziness of it all. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He repeated as he tried to readjust his grip, nearly loosing it completely with a loud gasp.
"Hold on!" Mike called out, nearing closer and closer every inch he moved his body for the side. It was not about staying safe himself now, but about trying to get Chris and Josh to safety as well.
"Chris, this isn't a suggestion, it's a god damn order. Please, let me go!" Josh begged, not wanting to put his friend into anymore danger then he had already. This was his fault, he had invited everyone back up onto the mountain, it was his idea. Sure, more or less it was Doctor Hill's idea, but he had gone through with it! Like a complete and utter idiot! And now, his best friend was going to die.
No, he could prevent that.
"Josh just shut the fuck up!" Tears were streaming down Chris' cheeks now, and he couldn't tell if it was because of the severity of it all or because the smoke was clouding his vision. Unfortunately, they began dripping down from his chin onto Josh, who began sputtering from the sudden salty taste in his mouth.
"Don't cry Cochise, makes you look stupid." Josh laughed, tears welling up in his own eyes at the thought of death becoming all to real. "Now let go and go live your life, and get the hell out of this place!" Josh spoke in his regular playful tone, efficiently masking his pure and utter fear of death and oblivion. Chris rolled his eyes and scoffed, but Josh could see the small smile playing at his lips.
"Holy crap, listen to you motherfuckers!" Mike yelled, tears trickling down his own face. Obviously, it was from the smoke. Mike didn't cry. "You aren't going to die! If you just get your asses in gear and hold on a little longer, I'll have you both up here in a moment!" Before they knew it, the boys all found themselves chuckling tearfully, wishing they could all wake up from the nightmare they were currently trapped in.
The tower collapsed before Mike could pull them up.