The three ran along the track as they rounded a bend they saw two males standing on a bridge across a river one was trapped against the wall of the bridge and the other had a machete in his hand.
"Pete please no!" cried Chris Anderson. Chris was a nerdy boy who had a slight stammer and as usual Pete Stone was picking on him.
"Shut up Anderson stop crying like the baby that you are!" growled Pete he raised his machete above Chris' head and brought it down with a sickening thud into Chris's head. Pete pulled the machete out of Chris' skull and watched as his body plugged into the river and disappeared into the fast flowing water. Jo shrieked as she saw Chris' death. Pete turned around and saw the three. His mouth was foaming Pete was defiantly up for the game.
"Oh this gets better! Hey Davis you going to kill me then? No you couldn't because your weak and pathetic I'm going to enjoy this!" He screamed and raised his weapon and charged at them.
Graham raised his gun and was just about to fire a warning shot when another shot rang out from behind them. It sounded like a sniper rifle as Pete was blown back about twenty feet and lay on the floor dead. The three friends lay on the floor in case the same someone tried to shoot at them. They crawled along the ground back to some relative safety of the tree line and sat down on the ground they couldn't believe what just happened.
Meanwhile down steam Chris' body had become tangled in some large branches a figure appeared hold a snipers' rifle dressed fully in a motor bike overalls and a helmet the figure pulled Chris' body to the river bank and searched his bag and then felt his chest and ripped off his blazer, shirt and tie to reveal a bullet proof vest the figure took it off Chris and then threw his body back into the river and watched it float away. The figure then headed back into the woods.
Graham held Jo and Sarah close to him the girls where crying again.