Chapter 2 here. Please give me feedback as I think I need to improve on things like setting scenes etc. I wrote chapter 1 and 2 in a day. I am going to start uploading 1 per week from now on so I have time to improve each chapter before I post it. Of course chapter might get delayed if I don't think they are up to standards. Please review!

Chapter 2 - Reunion Party

"You're going to die here you pathetic junkie!" The abomination crawled desperately towards her, hungry for her soul.

Mia stopped her struggling and ignored the pain. At that moment anger, rather than fear filled inside her. This Demon who wanted her dead just became no different from everyone else who ever looked down on her. "I've had enough of this shit!" Mia turned over and pushed as hard as she could on the car, at the same time she pulled. Mia screamed, the pain sent a shock wave through her entire body. Her hand was now only attacked by a few threads of skin and bone. Should I just lie here and wait for death? It probably wouldn't be so bad compared to what she was feeling right now. Finally with one last pull, her arm and hand separated sending one last punch of pain. She didn't dare look at the result, but she could feel the blood squirting out of where her hand used to be.

Quickly she grabbed the chainsaw and stood up to face her demon, moving backwards out of primal instinct to escape. She could see her warm breath as she exhaled into the freezing night air. shivering, she tried to calm herself and her breathing started to slow. She watched as the monster edged towards her at a steady pace. It came to a stop next to her feet; lifting its head looking directly into Mia's eyes.

"I will feast on your soul!" The abomination exclaimed. The blood rain started to come down heavier.

Mia drove the stump into the handle of the chainsaw. She inhaled as she lifted the chainsaw to meet the abominations head. "Feast on this motherfucker!" With that, she lurched forward and rammed the chainsaw into its head. Blood, pieces of skull, and brain matter flew in all directions. Mia didn't hold back, she let all her rage be powered through this chainsaw; rocking it back and fourth as the cabin burned in the background. More internal organs were sent flying as Mia dragged the chainsaw down to the torso area with ease. Adrenaline flowed through her veins. This if for my friends.

Mia opened her eyes. A normal white ceiling. She thanked god it was all a dream not wanting to be back at that place. Mia wasn't sure about much nowadays but if there was a Devil, then there must be a God. She didn't have the energy to move her head, but she already had an idea of what her current situation was. She was in a comfortable hospital bed with multiple tubes going into her body.

She could hear the beeping of the heart rate monitor. It felt like years since Mia had her head on a pillow as comfortable as this. It relaxed her, and for a second her life wasn't so fucked up.

"So they just found her?" Mia could hear what she assumed to be nurses gossiping about her just outside the door.

"They found her when?" She heard one of them ask.

Mia sat up slowly to check out her surroundings. She was in a normal hospital room, the walls were painted white, with pictures of beautiful countryside scenery hanging on them. There was also what looked like kids drawings framed up on the walls, drawn with bright colours.

To the right there was a wooden table with a wooden chair positioned next to it. To the left there was the door with a metal handle that led to the hallways of the rest of the hospital. What Mia would give to spend the rest of her pathetic existence in this plain room undisturbed. There was one light bulb, but the majority of the light was coming from the window to the right where daylight crept in. How long was I out?

The door opened and a middle aged nurse with blonde hair came in. She did a double take when she realised that Mia was awake. Her mouth hung open in shock.

"We didn't think you would wake up!" she said in amazement.

"How long was I out?" Mia questioned "And where's Nick?" Who is the only other person Mia knew who was still alive.

The nurse came in shutting the door and walked over to Mia. She began to adjust the heart rate monitor and the tubes connected to her.

"You were out five days, you lost a lot of blood. What did you expect you came in here without a hand?" She didn't look Mia in the face and just continued to fiddle with the electronics.

"Yea well shit happens." Mia shrugged not knowing what else to say.

"Losing a hand is just shrugged of as shit happens? Anyway how did that even happen?" She now looked up intrigued.

"I don't know. Maybe I fell?" Mia said sarcastically.

"You don't want to say that's fine. Anyway the guy you came in here with was carrying you, drenched in blood just like you. Only moments later the cops came in and took him away. Speaking of which they have been visiting you every day to check if you're awake. They should be here soon actually." And with that she turned and left.

"Shit" She wanted to tell them everything but they would just call her crazy. No doubt Eric, Olivia and Natalie's relatives had already filled a missing persons report forcing the cops to look harder. How could they forgive her? She couldn't even tell them what had happened. Maybe she should just tell them she killed them all; it would be easier to explain.

Mia heard heavy footsteps and the door handle turned. A black male entered he smiled when he saw Mia; revealing his shiny white teeth. "Rise and shine!" He wore a white shirt a tie and had very polished business shoes, that you could probably see your own reflection in. He picked up the chair from the corner of the room and placed it next to Mia's bed. As he sat he leaned forward closely to talk to her.

"I'm Detective Johnson, but you can call me Mark if you want to." He never took his gaze of Mia and she could tell he was going to press for information. He seemed to carry himself around like he adored himself, or he just loved his job.

"I understand you were found wandering down a road not far out of town five days ago, is that correct young lady?" He asked, sitting back and folding his arms and becoming more relaxed.

"Yes."

"But you weren't all there were you? We understand where you went, Eric's friends informed us about your cold turkey mission. The thing is, we went up that road and we couldn't find the cabin you supposedly went to. Nothing there just dirt and trees no Eric, Natalie, Olivia, even your brother was nowhere to be found. We did find some other important things that we would like you to explain. And also why we found you minus a hand." He now seemed to be accusing Mia of something that she was only witness to. A witness in her own body unable to control herself. Don't do it, don't cut it off bitch, Mia pushed the memory's away. She couldn't control herself, that bitch had control of her soul.

"Please Detective you have no idea what I've been through. If you have to drag me down to the station go ahead." Mia said sounding defeated.

"We will be doing that but there is some good news. The nurses tell me someone cares about you enough to pay for a prosthetic hand." Mia frowned.

"But who would-"

"That will be all get dressed. I'll be just outside. Doctors tell me once you get that new hand your ready to go." He said cutting off Mia and standing up to leave.

Mia wasn't fond of the new hand. It looked like a mannequin's hand and smelled strange. She did however get some clean clothes and had time to take a shower. She now wore a red hoodie, blue jeans and some basic sneakers. She placed her hand on the door handle but hesitated, here we go I guess. She took in a breath then turned the handle. No sooner after she left her room Mark grabbed her arm and dragged her outside to his car. It was now starting to get dark as the blood red sun descended below the horizon. She barely had time to smell the fresh air which she was now forever grateful for.

Within 20 mins she was in an interrogation room with photos of all her friends, and her brother layed out in front of her on the table. Mark came in, nodded directly at the mirror on the back wall and sat down opposite Mia; his back was facing the mirror. He rested his arms on the table and glanced at the photos before looking at Mia.

"So let's cut to the chase Mia. Where are your friends?" Mark seemed to grow impatient as he twiddle his thumbs.

"You have to listen to me very carefully. You won't believe a word of me. But I swear on all things holy, I had nothing to do with their deaths!" Mia said firmly as she clenched her fists.

Mark smirked, "You know what, that is pretty funny. I mean really. You want to know why?"

"Why?"

"We found the chainsaw Mia. Right there on the fucking ground." Mark searched Mia's face for a reaction. Mia sat back and looked down at her feet. The wrong thing to do.

"It gets even better, we got the DNA from the blood of the chainsaw and we got matches for all your friends. Including your brother. And there is no fucking cabin in sight."

All of my friends, my brother how did-? Oh fuck, the raining blood. Mia had nothing to say, there was nothing to say. She turned her head away from mark and stared at a spot on the wall, hoping for him to leave.

"So we got the murder weapon. Now we just need the motive." As Mark said this he turned his head to the mirror behind him and gave a thumbs up.

The door opened loudly startling Mia causing her to jump a bit. In came a police officer carrying a large evidence bag. Inside was the bloodied chainsaw that Mia recognised instantly. Mia couldn't help but half smile at seeing her trusty companion again, you set me free. Mia wanted that attached to her arm instead of what she currently had. Mark noticed Mia's reaction and gave her a stern look, Mia quickly returned the look, almost mocking him. The officer carefully placed the bag on the table, in front of Mark and Mia. Mark pulled him to the side and whispered something in his ear, "About the other thing-" The officer nodded and quickly left leaving the door open.

"That look on your face was that nostalgia?" Marks look gave it all away. I fucking got you, that's what that look said.

"Just maybe. But not for the reason you think. That chainsaw helped me through a difficult time. Now if it's all right with you I'd like to talk to a lawyer." Mia was half playing along now.

"Just one second. We found something else that may jog your memory." The officer then came back in carrying another evidence bag, smaller this time. Inside it was, oh god please no!. The officer slammed the necronomicon down on the table making Mia jump once more, this time out of true fear. Fear that history would repeat itself. "Easy Jefferson, don't go damaging police evidence, you know this is our friend here's diary. It's got some dirty sketches in too, and not the good kind." Mark giggled at his own immature joke, Jefferson however just gave a disgusted look and left slamming the door behind him. "Jesus who woke up on the one side of bed this morning." Mark said scratching his forehead and grinning. He picked up the evidence bag removing the necronomicon placing it in front of Mia. He used one hand and pushed it towards her. Panicking Mia stood up kicking the chair over as she did, it hit the floor with a loud clang.

"Jesus Christ, what does this thing come with some disease I don't know about?" Mark sounded annoyed. No doubt he didn't understand any of this. He knew deep down that Mia didn't seem to be the kind of girl to have butchered all her friends and her brother. He gave Mia a concerned look now like he was worried about her.

"You don't know the half of what that book can do." Mia trembled with fear. She turned away as if even looking at the book would cause the entire room to set ablaze and both of them would be burned alive.

Mark sighed, stood up and walked round the table towards her. He tried to place a hand on her shoulder put she flinched.

"Don't you fucking touch me."

"Listen you stay here tonight. At least think things through, it's safe here. You can get yourself a lawyer in the morning."

Mia turned to face Mark, she was shaking like a leaf. She nodded "Sure, but you get that thing locked up in a safe. Jesus it's fucking cold in here."

Mark gave a warm smile which comforted Mia a little bit, "Jefferson get in here!"

Jefferson poked his head around the door, "Yes sir?"

"Show Mia to her cell she's staying here tonight." Jefferson rolled his eyes and then motioned with his arms for Mia to follow. Just before she was about to leave she hesitated, "I know you're just doing your job." She smiled and left.

A moment later and Jefferson entered the interrogation room again alone. Mark was still sitting at the table his legs crossed. He scratched his chin examining the photos, he kept glancing at the chainsaw and then finally his eyes landed on the necronomicon, his eyes held there. There was something about this book that was so interesting. Horrifying but interesting at the same time. Could Mia have made this? The questions swarmed in his head, then finally he gave in. He picked up the book and studied the disturbing cover. He ran his fingers over the face, it felt almost like leather. Then Mark realised, human skin.

"Hey Jefferson I don't think I'll make it for that drink tonight. Got some new reading material." Mark opened the book.