Chapter 12: Grunt

"The plan!" I suddenly remembered.

"We have to go!" Derek suddenly cried, pulling out his phone, which, surprisingly, wasn't wet. "We have about 45 minutes!"
When we got out, I looked around. "I…I have a knife. I haven't let go of it since…"
"Good. Go find Kross, and rip his guts out," Ashley laughed.

"He killed almost all of us. Hell yeah I will," I said seriously.

"Ok," Derek sighed. "Like my parents where…"
"Derek," I shuttered. "Don't go back to that. It's all in the past. Whoever killed them is in jail."
"I just feel I should get even…" he trailed off.

"I know, I know…"

"What?" Ashley asked.

"Long story," I laughed.

"What should I do?" Ashley asked.

"Go to the beach, and wait to see if their there early. If they are, then go. Tell them to come back after you. But get out of here, if they come," I nodded.

She took in a breath. "Ok."

We went out, looking for the killer, as weird as that was. Ashley was out of sight, so we where doing perfect.

"Ahh!" I gasped. "He's there!"
We where near the waterfall, and sure enough, he was down there, looking for any signs of us.

"Good luck," I nodded to Derek. "Same," he replied.

Kross didn't have his gun; it was a couple feet away from him.

Derek ran over, causing much attention-grabbing dances going on.

"Hey! Look who it is!" Derek laughed, Kross suddenly distracted by Derek.
Kross grabbed the gun, while I went in. I was only about 3 yards away…

He shot at Derek, but I thought he missed.
"Ahh!" Derek screamed, falling to the ground. "Bitch suck!"
Kross nodded, turning around…

"AHHH!" I screamed, running at him…

…He lifted the gun…

….I was so close….

CHING!
Kross grunted loudly. He started to moan. He fell to my knees.

I shook him off, and stabbed him again, in the shoulder.

He grunted again. "Ahh!"
I shook my head. "Go to Hell."
He looked up at me, and made a wicked face.

"You where wrong," I smiled at him. "I'm still here. So is Derek. Two left."
He looked at me, now with a desperate face. He choked on blood, and shook his head. "No…don't…"

I shook my head aggressively.

I let him fall, taking his gun, and my knife, from him.

"Derek!" I yelled, running across the stream. "Derek?"
I waited. Nothing.
Then he got up, gasping. "He's…dead."

He ran down the hill, and we embraced. "We did it," I sighed. "We did it. Let's go look for Ashley."

He nodded.

"I can't believe it," I laughed, as we walked our way to the beach.
"I know…." Derek sighed. "It's all over…"