Chapter 10 -Let The Games Begin
I stared straight ahead, hoping with all my might that I was dreaming. Grace's body limp against the tree in front of me, blood staining the ground underneath her hands. The hunting knife lay forgotten beside her.
"Ricky!" I screamed as loud as I could, in horror. Not even two minutes later Ricky came running out of the woods.
"Amy! What happened? Are you okay?" He asked quickly, terror filling his voice.
I tried speaking but nothing came out, so I just pointed to Grace's dead body. Ricky slowly walked over to her body, kneeling down and putting his ear next to her mouth. He then checked her neck for a pulse before picking up her limp arm, turning it over. Our eyes landing on the prominent slice over her wrist. Over the deep blue vein. He turned his head around to look at me with shocked and saddened eyes.
"How did this happen?" He asked quietly.
I honestly didn't know how it happened. I just sat down with my head in my hands for a couple of minutes, and then I look up and just saw her sitting there. At first I just thought she fell asleep, but when I got closer I noticed the blood. I felt like it was my fault she's dead, even if she did do it herself. If I would have stayed with her while they looked for Jason she would still be alive.
It didn't make sense. Why would Grace take her own life? She believed in God, she was a Christan. Don't they believe that someone who commits suicide is sent straight to hell? Grace would never want to spend eternity in hell. But, what else was I suppose to believe? The guys went to look for Jason, and I sure as hell didn't kill her. If she would have been killed I would have heard something. So, that only leaves suicide. And that still didn't make sense. I mean she seemed fine... well as fine as anyone could be in our situation. She definitely didn't seem like she wanted to end her own life.
Tears stung my eyes as the guilt took over me. I shook my head as I looked at Ricky in confusion and sorrow. He walked over to me and wrapped me into his warm arms. I screamed in sorrow, pain, anguish, and loss. I screamed for Ben. Adrian. And Grace. For Ricky. And for myself. Screamed loud as my arms fell limply against my side, as Ricky held me tightly against him. The guilt consuming me.
"It's my fault." I cried into his shoulder. I felt him shake his head as he held me closer.
"It's not your fault, Amy. Don't blame yourself." Ricky said soothingly. I shook my head in response.
"Yes, it is! I could have stopped her! I didn't even notice..." I trailed. A violent sob racking my body.
"Shh, there is nothing we can do for her now. We will mourn later, when we are home and safe. Right now we can only focus on getting out of here. Alive. Grace wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know that right, Ames?" He asked, tenderly running his hand down my back.
I nodded my head because he was right, like always. If Grace was here she would scold me for the way I was acting. Especially when we were being hunted by a psycho path.
"I'm sorry." I replied, hiccuping. The tears slowly stopping.
He pulled back, looking at me, before he pressed his lips tenderly on mine. I, of course, returned the kiss. Who wouldn't? Kissing Ricky made me temporarily forget everything going on around us. As I was kissing him I was reminded of a line in one of the TV shows I watched. Something about the brain, or was it body, craving intimacy in stressful situations. Yeah, it was something like that. That's exactly what I wanted at this very second. Call me crazy, but I did.
I pulled Ricky impossibly closer, running my hands down his chest. When I started tugging his shirt he pulled away.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his eyes wide in shock and curiosity.
"Just shut up and go with it, Ricky." I replied before crashing my lips on top of his.
At this point my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, tugging his shirt upwards, over his head. It fell to the ground carelessly. Ricky's hands made their way down my neck, down my arms, before landing on my hip. He toyed with the hem of my shirt, making me groan in frustration. He laughed against my lips before slowly, almost teasingly, pulling my shirt up.
Just before he pulled my shirt over my head we were rudely interrupted.
"We found Jason!" Someone yelled from in the woods, sounding a good forty yards away. Ricky and I jumped apart. I pulled my shirt back down while Ricky frantically pulled his shirt back down over his head.
Three minutes later the three men reappear behind the tree's beside us. I couldn't help but blush, even though they had no idea we almost had sex.
"What happened to her?" Derek asked, his voice raising an octave.
"She committed suicide." Ricky said solemnly. I lowered my head in shame. I couldn't believe I almost had sex with Ricky while Grace's dead body lay only thirty feet away.
Before Derek or anyone else could reply there was a noise behind us. Our heads all turned in unison, our eyes landing on a crazy looking man. My heart jumped into my throat.
This had to be the man that was torturing us. He had an axe, he wearing a thermal underneath a red flannel jacket. His hair was long, greasy, tangled and extremely dirty. From the looks of it this man hadn't been in a shower for a very long time. His face was hideous, and that was putting it nicely. His left eye looked like it was sewn shut and the right side of his face looked like it had been torn off. He had a long, dirty grey beard. He smiled at us. It was cruel, menacing, evil, disgusting smile.
"Holy shit!" Ricky whispered, his eyes wide and jaw dropped.
He took a step toward us. "This is the part where you run." The man said, the same smile plastered on his face.
It felt like my heart was going to explode out of chest it was beating so fast. I was aware of the ear piercing scream that escaped my lips, but before I could do anything else Ricky grabbed my arm and pulled me. We started running crazy fast. All of us trying to out run the other. We were again in survival mode. The only person I cared about was Ricky, the other three men could die, just as long as we survived. Those three guys had the same mentality, I'm sure.
Meanwhile, that crazy psycho path watched as they all ran away from him, his smile growing wider.
"Let the games begin." He said, his laughter filling the silent woods.
First, I just want to say I'm sorry for taking so long to update. Totally not my fault though, I swear! The thing I was using to connect me to the Internet died on me! But, I'm back now! I would have posted this earlier but its Sunday, football Sunday. Had to watch my Steelers play!lol. Can't believe they lost! :(
Did you guys catch the Harper's Island refrence? I totally loved that show, I bought it on DVD!lol. Hated the ending though!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Leave me reviews!
