Content Warning:
Gory Violence

Bridgette ran down the hallway of the hotel, completely filled with fear. She turned around to see the killer not far behind her. They were getting faster, and angrier.

"Please no!" Bridgette screamed as she dashed outside onto the pool deck. She looked around to see the killer wasn't in sight. No one was in sight. She backed and turned around to meet eyes with the killer. Bridgette screamed loudly and began to run. She quickly made it down to the dock, which was on the beach. Suddenly as she was running down the dock, she tripped on a loose board and fell onto the dock, face first. Bridgette looked behind her to see the killer standing over her. They raised their knife and lunged it into Bridgette's back. Bridgette screamed louder and louder as the knife went deeper and deeper.

Bridgette screamed as she popped up in her bed. She looked around. It was pitch black. It was just a dream? She looked over to see Geoff waking up due to her scream. Almost all of it was a dream. She was still stuck on Playa de Losers with a killer.

"What's the matter babe?" Geoff asked as he sat up in bed.

"Nothing. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep." Bridgette replied as she kissed Geoff.

"You've been having a lot of these dreams." Geoff said as he hugged Bridgette.

"But they get worse and worse each time. It starts out as me running from...someone. Then the next dream I see the person. They get closer and closer each time. This dream...they actually got to me, and began stabbing me." Bridgette cried as she rested her head on Geoff's chest.

"It'll be okay babe. Let's just go back to sleep." Geoff said. The two rolled back over in bed, and Geoff cradled Bridgette in his arms all night.

Later that morning everyone was gathered around the poolside. Tyler and Lindsay were making out in one lounge chair, Blainley was writing her book, Noah was reading Blainley's book, Trent was strumming his guitar for Bridgette, LeShawna and Courtney, and Geoff was up at the Tiki Bar, getting served by one of Chris's unfortunate interns.

"It's hard. You know what I mean?" Geoff asked the bartender as he took a shot of whiskey.

"Um...no I don't. What's hard?" the intern asked.

"Having Bridge be a leader. Yeah It's great how amazing she is, but one day she is going to end up getting hurt badly. I can't have that." Geoff said.

"Oh. She does need to be careful 'round these parts. I've seen them." the intern replied.

"The killer? Where?" Geoff asked spontaneously

"Stupid, cheap, crappy crap pen!" Blainley shouted as she threw her pen on the ground. "This hotel has the worst pens. I demand another one. A better one. How about the bellhop's pen?" Blainley angrily screamed as she got up and went to front desk to complain.

"That girl has some serious anger issues." Courtney said.

"Those ain't the only issues she has." LeShawna interjected.

"Oh no. Here, LeShawna can you go get me a phone number I wrote down? I can't find it in my PDA." Courtney asked as she handed LeShawna her room key. LeShawna stared at Courtney angrily.

"Fine! Lord help me that I listen to this fool." LeShawna said as she angrily grabbed the key and went inside.

"Can't you do it?" Bridgette asked Courtney. She looked over to see Courtney on her PDA, completley ignoring everyone. Apparently she was doing something 'useful' and 'educational'.

Bridgette spotted Geoff at the bar, who was drinking drink after drink. He'd already drank three full bottles of beer, and did who knows how many shots.

"Geoff! You aren't even old enough! What is up with this?" Bridgette asked as she walked up to Geoff.

"Relax babe, it's fine." Geoff said as he began to sip another beer.

"No it's not fine!" Bridgette cried as she slapped the bottle out of his hand. "I don't know what has gotten into you in the past few hours, but it needs to stop." Bridgette pleaded.

"Fine! I'll pull back on the drinking, for now." Geoff agreed.

"No. You pull it back and QUIT." Bridgette demanded in a seriously angry tone. She took a deep breath. "I just want want the best for you." She said as she put a hand on his cheek.

LeShawna walked into Courtney's room looking around. She opened a draw, closed it. She looked around for a second, debating on wheather she should just get over it and leave the room.

"Where did I put that stupid piece of paper?" LeShawna mumbled. She peaked into the closet, put it was to dark to see anything. She advanced over to the nightstand and began searching quickly through the draws. "This is stupid. Can't she get it herself?" LeShawna asked. LeShawna found the phone number. She stood up and walked over to the glass sliding door that lead to the balcony. She watched as Courtney talked away, acting as if she didn't care about at LeShawna. LeShawna sighed and turned around and screamed. She was staring straight into the killer's blank black fce cover. The killer immediately raised their knife.

"Oh heck no. Listen, you don't wanna' be doing' this." She said. There, in front of her, was the killer. The killer thrusted forward at LeShawna and pushed LeShawna through the glass door onto the balcony. The glass she landed on pierced her skin. She began bleeding. The killer stepped through the hole in the door and kicked LeShawna into the wire framing which is under the railing. The wire framing was weaved around to make a chessboard pattern. The wiring was used to guard the edges of the balcony so no one would fall off.

"Help! Guys! AGH!' LeShawana screamed through the wires, down to her friends. A few people looked around, to see where the sound was coming from. The killer kicked LeShawna again, and she crashed through the wire frame. As she fell through the grabbed onto the ledge of the balcony. She was dangling from over a ten story drop. "Help! Guys! H-help!" LeShawna screamed even louder than before. Everyone looked up and saw LeShawna. Everyone gasped. "Someone...G-Geoff get up there! Please!" Bridgette screamed. Geoff sprung up dashed inside the building to go and save LeShawna.

The killer nudged LeShawna's hand with their foot. Just then, LeShawna fell from the ledge. As she fell, the killer grabbed LeShawna's hand and held onto her. The killer's grip was strong, as if the killer wanted LeShawna survive, and didn't want her to fall to her doom. "What the-?" LeShawna asked out loud. The killer's grip was slipping, and LeShawna was slowly slipping one moment, LeShawna saw straight into the killer's evil, glowing eyes. LeShawna looked away in fear. Just then, Geoff burst through the door. The killer grab LeShawna's hand, and crammed it into the weaving of the wire framing.

As Geoff charged for the killer, the killer slid open the glass door. They punched Geoff in the face and Geoff fell in the doorway. The killer slammed the door close, crushing Geoff in the abdomen. Geoff hollered in pain. The killer took out a double side-knife and jammed it into the wall where the door would close on. The killer once again slammed the door, causing the knife to dig in deep on both sides, getting stuck and sticking the door in place, squishing Geoff tighter. The killer turned to LeShawna.

"No...Geoff! Help! I don't know how much longer I can hold on!" LeShawna cried. The killer pulled LeShawna up onto the balcony, ripping her hand out of the weaving. They picked up a long sharp piece of glass, and stabbed it through LeShawna, the glass imapled LeShawna, sticking out the other side. Geoff gaped in horror, as the killer forced him to watch by forcing his eyes open. The killer took out the knife and lunged it her chest, right where he heart was. Continuously, the killer stabbed her in the chest. Geoff gazed as he saw blood pour out onto the balcony. Blood overflowed the balcony, and began pouring down the walls. Blood flooded up and began soaking Geoff. Geoff began to painfully squirm out of his little trap. Slowly he began to pull himself out. Skin was being ripped off since he was squeezed to tight. The killer ripped the balcony weaving wide, and stuffed LeShawna's neck and head through it. LeShawna's body hung lifelessly from the balcony, blood pouring from her body. The killer whipped around to see Geoff almost free from his trap.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no!" Geoff cried as he pulled himself out of the trap. To defend himself, Geoff went to grab the double sided knife. As he went for it, the killer also grabbed it. The two of them struggled to get the knife out. Geoff was once again stuck because the killer had their hand tightly gripped around Geoff's. With the other hand, the killer punched Geoff in the face, causing him to fly backwards. The killer swung the door open and took out the knife. Geoff began panicking and shot up and dashed out the door, with the killer following him.

"Not cool, not cool, not cool!' Geoff cried out as he gained speed. He quickly dashed down the stairwell. He was on the last flight of stairs when he tripped, and landed on his ankle, damaging it. Geoff howled in pain. As he did, the killer appeared from around the corner, with their knife up. With no time to waste, the killer immediately began coming down the stairs, at a slow, suspenseful pace. Geoff screamed as pushed himself to the door. With all his strength he pushed the door open He leaned against the wall, and pushed himself up with his good foot. Geoff continued to quickly hobble down the hotel hallway until her reached the lobby. Still going as fast as he could, he dashed outside on one foot, and threw himself into a lounge chair next to Bridgette, causing the chair to slide back a few feet.

"Geoff!" Bridgette cried as she knelt down next to him. Blood was dripping from Geoff's clothes, down onto the ground. "What happened?" Bridgette cried as she looked at Geoff, horrified.

"The killer. They got LeShawna. And they came after me...! I ran then tripped and twisted up my ankle!" Geoff cried as he held his shin the keep his ankle from touching anything. Bridgette gasped and rushed inside to find Chris.

"Chris? Chris, where are you?" Bridgette cried as she ran down a hallway, down to Chris's room. She then quickly and loudly banged on the door. There was a silence. Bridgette filled with fear. Down the hallway, where the stairwell was, the killer stood there, watching Bridgette. Filled with grief, Bridgette leaned her head against the door, and began to cry. She felt that since she lead all the little meetings, she felt as if everything was her responsibility. She felt like everyone's death was her fault. From around the corner, Lindsay appeared. She looked a little confused until she saw Bridgette. Lindsay quickly dashed over to Bridgette.

"Oh my gosh, Briggita. George told me to check on you." Lindsay said.

"I'm fine." Bridgette lied as she wiped tears from her face.

"Do you want me to walk you up to your room and clean you up." Lindsay asked.

"Sure. Thanks Lindsay." Bridgette said as she smiled. As the two walked off, the killer sprung up with their knife up and slashed it down Lindsay's arm. Lindsay screamed loudly and slammed into the wall. Bridgette gasped and helped Lindsay up. The two dashed down the hallway, leaving the killer behind. The killer stood there deviously. With precise aim, the killer launched the knife forward. The handle of the knife hit Bridgette in the head, causing her to slam into the ground.

"Bridgette! No!" Lindsay cried out loudly, wriggling her arms around. The killer took a step forward. They began quickening their pace, heading straight for the girls. "Bridgette! Get up! Come on!" Lindsay screamed as she nudged Bridgette with her foot. With all her strength, in the case she didn't have much, Lindsay picked Bridgette up, and threw her over her shoulder. As quick as she could, Lindsay ran down the hallway carrying an unconscious Bridgette over her shoulder. Lindsay was going as fast as someone who was walking moderately fast. As Lindsay out into the lobby, the killer disappeared back into the large hotel, once again, without a trace. Lindsay collapsed, out of breath from carrying Bridgette.

It was late morning. Everyone was exhausted from everything happening. Geoff had his ankle wrapped up, and Bridgette had to get an ice pack for her head.

"Are you okay babe?" Bridgette asked ash she looked at Geoff.

"I'll be fine. As long as your okay, I'll be perfectly fine." Geoff said followed by a quick shot.

"Geoff...why...why are you drinking so heavily?" Bridgette asked very concerned.

"I just. It doesn't matter..." Geoff stopped. "I just. Stress. I know you love being a leader babe, but your going to get yourself hurt, like today. I couldn't live if anything else happened to you. Also...the whole LeShawna thing. The blood...the screams." Geoff froze and dropped his shot glass. It shattered onto the ground.

"Oh Geoff." Bridgette cried out as a tear fell down her cheek. She wrapped herself around Geoff. She couldn't stand seeing him like this.

The sister with the attitude is dead. Only 8 left, 17 down. Will Geoff's drinking get worse? Will that lead to his downfall? Who is the killer? Why are they doing this?

Survivors: Geoff, Bridgette, Courtney, Lindsay, Tyler, Noah, Blainley and Trent.

Victims: Duncan, Gwen, Sierra, Sadie, Owen, DJ, Eva, Alejandro, Justin, Harold, Ezekiel, Katie, Heather, Beth, Izzy, Cody and LeShawna.

A/N: Ok, so last chapter people got mad at me because they said I killed off Cody because people didn't like NoCo. Cody got killed because he got the most votes last time. Only eight left. Or maybe nine if Izzy is still alive...is she? That was the beginning of the ending. I've got more interesting deaths soon. Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter should come quicker, hopefully.

Chapter 9 coming up soon (I hope)! Thanks for reading and reviewing. :)